This is my secind segment on Torchwood. I try to keep everything as in character as possible so as to respect a perfect peice of work, in that it is not mine and I don't have the right to defile it. I encourage all kinds of Crittiques so please tell me what you think afterwords by hitting the Reveiw button. Thanks!

Darllen mawr,*

Torchwood: Define Normal

Just Another Day Part Two

Horrified Ianto dropped the phone.

"Hey it wasn't that bad." Jack snickered, "you still managed to be sexy and professional at the same time."

Jack had proceeded to torment him whilst the female voice nagged in his ear. He was past coherent and incapable of speech. The Captain didn't seem to care and had mouthed his straining erection through his trousers. Ianto had a feeling he should be saying something. The fierce woman on the line would surely have noticed his negligence of comments. Jack apperently had this thought too.

Slowely the older man backed off of Iantos lap and kissed him softly on the lips. "You should talk." It took a few good seconds before he realized what Jack was insisting. His mouth opened and closed a few times with no success of words forming. Jack chuckled and whispered in his ear.

"Say, 'Yes Ma'am', then tell her, 'All you need is one day to gather the info she wants'" The dark whisper and heat from Jacks breath did nothing for his concentration. He sat up in the chair and held the phone properly. "Let her know that you will get in touch tommorrow to trade information." the man laughed lightly, "You can paraphrase if you want." Clearing his head he shook it and did as Jack said.

"Of course," Ianto glibbed rolling his eyes, "only you would think of that as professionalism."

Taking a deep breath he tried to relax. Hopefully the Major General wouldn't think he was a complete moron. "That was humiliating." He frowned and made for the door. Jack stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay I'm sorry." Ianto looked at the sheepish grin with disdain. There was no forgiveness in his opinion. Jack had set him up for failure and had assulted him on purpose and it had made a fool of him. Appearance was everything to him if not for Jack.

He couldn't bring himself to be openly upset at the man though. Instead he pushed it aside and pursed his lips "Just forget it. Im going to go down to make coffee and I want you to sign those forms I set on your desk. I filled them all out and it should only take you ten minutes, twenty tops. After you did that I had planned to go get lunch."

Jacks smile wavered, it hit him that Ianto was upset and he'd be lucky if he only got decaffe for the next month. "Ianto please I.." The Welshman looked ruefully at him and interupted, "Just do the paperwork."

Dismayed Jack watched his favourite blue eyes turn away and head down stairs. "Damn it." Shrugging at his guilt Jack followed Ianto to the Kitchenette.

Keeping an eye on where every one was he made sure no one looked when he grabbbed Iantos arm. "I'm sorry if you are upset. I was only having some fun." He rubbed the vein under Ianto's wrist. He felt the puls beat erraticly. Jack tried to turn the younger man to face him, but Ianto wouldn't budge.

"Not right now Jack." The hand on his arm tugged harder. Sighing Ianto turned to face Jack. The older mans baby blue eyes were filled with concern. Ianto doubted the emotion was waisted on him. He clenched his jaw. "Im fine Sir." He said with emphasis. He really didn't need the man nagging him. He effectively pulled away from Jack and started for the coffee machine. He knew Jack was still in the room, he could feel the tingle of his gaze.

Ianto rolled his eyes and put a fresh filter in the top of the appliance and then prepared the grounds for brewing.

"Ian." Jacks quiet voice carried over from behind him. Obviously hoping that the use of the pet name would make him compliant, instead Ianto just rolled his eyes and took a relaxing breath. His nerves were freyed and he honestly just wanted to be left alone for a bit. He reached over the counter and began rinsing out the pot before adding fresh water.

Auto pilot kicked in and his hands moved of there free will knowing the routine of coffee making to perfection. He forgot Jack was behind him and wondered about calling his sister. Rhionnon was a little upset last time they talked. It wasn't his fault he had a job that took up all of his time. Saving the world had its drawback, but she didn't know his job wasn't a 9-5 job. He worked up from twelve to fourteen hours a day depending if no one got hurt, or if he wasn't being harassed by Jack.

~Thinking of the devil..~ He grimaced and turned to look out the corner of his eye. Unfortunately that was the wrong move. Jack stood against the wall staring at him, He cought Ianto's glance and took it as a sign. Ianto faced the task before him and ignored the sound of Jacks boots coming across the small space.

It took no time at all till Jack was right behind him and he could almost see the look on his boss's face. It was one he had seen when he had done something that made him regrete. But Ianto didn't care this time. He had been depraved in public brfore, but never had he been so ashamed of being with Jack like he did now. The immortal just didn't understand personal space or humility.

Hell bent on ignoring Jack he didn't flinch when warm hands grasped his shoulders. He just tensed up and kept working.

"Ian." the remorsefull voice sounded next to him hands gripping onto tight muscles. Ianto fought the urge to purr and instead stopped moving entirely. He hoped Jack would get the hint and take his leave, but no such luck. Jacks hands deflty roamed across his back kneading at the hard flesh. "Ian I am sorry." soft lips caressed his hairline. "let me make it up to you. Tomorrow with dinner. My treat?"

Tha hands squeesed a particularly tense muscle and Ianto's resolve desolved into a puddle of sighs. Jacks voice mesmerised him and the sweet scent of his breath just intoxiting.

He put a finger under his tie and tried to regain his thoughts. The damn man was suffocating him! The hot breath on his ear and the now not so still hands was too unbearable. Heat filled his cheeks and his throat felt clamped and those focking pheramones overwhelmed him. A small moan, equally a whine, resounded in his chest and he desperately sought control of his mind. There was a reason he wasn't supposed to let Jack suduce him but why..?

"HMM Jack I-i.." Damn he couldn't think.

Stern hands turned him around and he was starring eye to eye with Jack. The look in Jacks eyes drove him back against the counter top. The Jacks eyes closed and so did the distance between them. If you can call it distance.

Smoldering lips folded to his and he lost every tormenting thought process he had.

He was soo flustered, that when Owen yelled from the below in the med bay he blew up. Quicklly he regained his sence of self, pulling away from Jack and the confining space.

"I WILL NOT! And for FUCKS SAKE, I do NOT answer to Teaboy!"

(A/N: Owen was looking throught the CCTV and watched them flirting, then shouted,

"Oi Teaboy. Kiss him already and bring us that coffee!"...

he was being an ass.)

Red in the face he turned back to Jack frustrated. "Just sign the damned things." with that he straightend his tie and stormed off down the stairs heading for his precious archives and ran right into a face full of liquid.

Gwen stood there horrified. "I..I-I'm soo sorry Ianto." He stood stone still and just looked at her, wishing very much to punch in her gap toothed face. She attempted to help him and stuttered some more. "I tripped and.. "

Ianto held up his hand and interupted her, "Don't." Leaving her gapping like a fish, he went back to the Kitchenette and grabbed a spare towel, trying his best to dry his face and suit shirt. He took his tie off ignoring Jacks attempts to help and dried it as well.

Jack tried not to laugh he really did, but one giggle escaped. Enough was enough. Absolutely pissed and emmbarrased Ianto flung the towel at him. "I'm going home to change." Not waiting for a response he left.

The alarm of the cogwheel reverberated throughout the Hubs silence. Every one was in shock at Ianto's uncharacteristic outbreak, no one noticed the coffee machine was still on.

xxx TW xxx

The house was peacefull compared to the work environment of the Hub. At least at his own home he could be himself. No one to look after besides himself and he could let his shoulders slouch and relax for the few moments in quiet.

Looking through his closet he found a neutral coloured suit. It was more laid back than his previouse one and he wouldn't be as upset if it got ruined. "Fucking Gwen." It was an accedent he reminded himself bitterly. The nagging in the back of his mind didn't agree. She was obsessed with Jack. He knew it, she didn't hide it very well.

She was always making cow eyes and of course Jack noticed. At least Jack didn't take her obvious attention. Plus she had Rhys for Gods sake. And Jack? Well Jack was supposed to have him.

Ianto shook his head. He knew Jack would never take their relationship seriously, or any thing else, unless the world ended.

All in all he couldn't blame Jack. He was over 150 years old, and from a whole different Era where sex was a casualty between any and every being imaginable. As an immortal Jack had his faults, every one around him died and he couldn't stand getting emotionaly close. Purposefully Jack kept his and Iantos relationship to just sex.

Ianto just couldn't deal with the fact the man he loved was pinning over another person. He blamed his low self esteem, but logically he knew it to be an "untouchable" thing. Gwen was spoken for and Jack wanted what he couldn't have.

She likely did it for the same reason, even though she was banging Owen in the process. The woman was a menace. Gwen couldn't see what was right infront of her. Neither could Owen for that matter.

Ianto could tell Toshhiko was sweet on the man, though he didn't get it. The docter was a drunken womanizer.

~And what about Jack?~ ,His mind asked sourly.

No, not Jack. One the man hardly ever drank anything besides coffee or water. Two, He never flirted with just women. ~No just anything with a pulse.~

Now his thoughts were running around like a bad game of "Ring Round of Rosies"

Sighing dramaticly Ianto finished buttoning the last disk on his suit jacket. Gathering up his discarded clothes he carefully placed them in his dirty wash bin to be done later.

He figured a nice gesture for an appology wouldn't go un checked, Ianto decided to pick up lunch for everyone on his way back. One last look in the vanity mirror next to his front hall, his blue eyes staring at his steel blue tie. Staightening it the young Welshman was out the door.

Maybe he'll stop by the bakery and pick up one one Owens favourite sugar buns. It would make his day better by far if every one else's did too.

Little did he know the day only got worse and would do nothing to help his mental heath.

Deffinantly not his best day... can't wait to see what happens can you?

A/N:

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