Wow, I'm throwing out these chapters faster than I ever thought I would! Thanks again to all who have added to favorite and reviewed! Please stick with me because I will get this finished! Mark my words! So again hope you enjoy because it's time to meet *drum roll* the one and only Jack Harkness

Ianto ran and ran, pushing through bushes, tripping on tree roots and getting hit in the head by hanging branches. Of course none of that mattered because he felt so alive! He was a bird that had spread its wings and was welcoming the sky! Free to go wherever and do whatever he liked.

Ianto whooped in the air and lifted his head to look at the star lit sky as he slowed his pace of running down to a jog. He saw a clearing up ahead and the glint of the water. He picked up his pace heading towards the lake.

Just as he reached the edge of the slope down to the lakes bank his right foot slipped and he was sent sprawling down the muddy hillside towards the shore of the water.

His elbows slid across the stones skinning them and cutting through his dress shirt. His knees dragged along until coming to a stop in the knee high water. Iantos head was face down in a mix of murky water and mud.

He pulled his head up spitting out water and mud and wiping it off his face. He sat up and tore of his now battered suit jacket to see his ripped shirt with blood dripping from his elbows. He unbuttoned his waist coast so he could roll up his sleeves easily but kept it on. It was his favorite after all.

"You took some fall, not as graceful as I had hoped seeing as I would presume you did ballet as some point in your life," chuckled an American voice from the top of the slope Ianto had fallen down.

Ianto glanced up and could only make out a dark figure of a man standing at the top.

"Next time I'll perform some pirouettes for you shall I? Wanker," Ianto seethed.

"Someone's got a mouth on them, didn't your mommy ever tell u swearing is bad, anyway you're like 12 or something," came the voice again only this time closer.

The man was now peering at him from the bottom of the bank just inches from the water.

"I'm not twelve! I'm sixteen if you must know! The age of a true man!" Ianto announced proudly starting to stand up in the water.

The man extended his arm to help but instead pushed Ianto squarely in the chest so he fell back down on his butt. Ianto landed with a thud.

"Some true man alright!" then man laughed.

"Oh yes kick a man while he's down, how very noble of you," Ianto growled standing up and immediately stomping out of the water and making his way back up the slop.

"I'm no posh so I don't have to be noble to you or anyone," The man replied following Ianto up the slope.

"Well that much was obvious, why are you following me anyway? Haven't you got some rabbits to hunt forest man," Ianto drawled.

"Firstly I got to make sure your highness makes it up this slope safe and sound before it attacks again and secondly I'm no hunter," then man said reaching the top of the slope seconds after Ianto.

Ianto turned to the man making out his face in the moonlight. His brown hair was messy and sticking up all over the place and his bright blue eyes had a hint of playfulness in them but what revolted Ianto to take a step back was the dirt smudged on his face and on his hands.

Ianto wondered if he looked that bad and nearly shivered thinking about it.

"Then who are you and what are you doing roaming around the woods in the middle of the night being a bother to anyone who happens by," Ianto asked putting his hands on his hips.

"What's it too you? This woods yours is it?" The man asked staring at Ianto.

"Well…no! But I live just over there," Ianto pointed to the direction of his house "and would like to know what kind of people lurk outside,"

"Well I'm no lurker, I'm sure of that. The woods never seemed to bother you before mister high and mighty, why now have u come looking," the man asked with questioning eyes.

Ianto opened his mouth the reply then shut it. He had come out here to leave his worries behind and here was this stranger creating more for him! His eyes flashed with anger before he turned away and stormed off. The man called after him.

"What! Are you too good to give me an answer Ianto Jones?"

Ianto froze.

The man had been following and was close again. Ianto spun around and rushed towards him pushing him up against the nearest tree holding onto his collar of his washed out blue shirt.

"You think knowing my name gives you some kind of power! Your probably just some sad man who is poor and wants it all so you're trying to blackmail me or my family! Well you can piss off right now! You pathetic piece of trash! So you run home to you house of a million children you can't afford to feed and go live on your benefits because you're not getting anything from me or my parents!" Ianto released his grip on the man and stepped back.

The man glared at Ianto with anger in his eyes.

"You think I want your money! Your families' money! I wouldn't take anything off you if I was dying! You think because you're a posh rich boy it's all about you and your family! I don't give a shit about you! So I suggest you turn around and walk out of these woods and don't show your disgusting face here ever again!" The man spat rising to his full height, that was taller than Ianto, and staring him down.

Ianto took a step back and glared back at the man.

"Don't think my father won't be hearing about this! We don't want any trash living in our beautiful woods so don't make yourself comfortable," Ianto threatened before turning and walking away back towards the house.

"Your dad may scare you but he doesn't scare me!" The man shouted from behind.

Ianto spun around and swung his fist catching the Americans nose. The man let out a noise and cradled his nose.

"You little brat!" the man shouted before flinging his whole body weight forward and grabbing Iantos shoulders and forcing him to the ground. Ianto let out a yelp as his back hit the hard ground and a large weight came crashing down on his stomach.

The man had a tight grip on Iantos wrist and held him still.

"I could kill you right now, take away everything, your comfortable life of luxury and your family of fakes," The man hissed right by Iantos ear.

Ianto froze as his mind processed what this man had just said. Then he wondered if he should just give up. Let this crazy man kill him so it would all end. No one would miss him; he had no real friends, just fakes who wanted the popularity. His mother and father called him a failure and never loved him. He had nothing left to live for.

"Go ahead, I have nothing left to live for," Ianto whispered.