(a/n:this is an idea I got when I heard the song better than revenge by taylor swift. I'm not much of a taylor swift fan but I find I liked the song quite a bit. This song fic could be a stand alone or be turned into a full length story. For now I'm leaving it as a stand alone. Let me know what you all think of it (: )

And, I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him

She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause

She took him faster than you can say sabotage

I never saw it coming, nor did I suspected it

I underestimated just who I was dealing with

She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum

She underestimated just who she was stealing from

The sound of stilettos clicked on the floor of the hub alerting everyone in the work space to the presence of someone who obviously did not belong. "How the hell did you get in here?" snapped Owen hostile.

The woman smiled coyly at him as though she thought herself above associating with someone who should think they had the right to speak to her in such a way. Instead the woman turned her attention to Ianto who was closest to her. "Is this the residence of Captain Jack Harkness?" she asked quirking an eyebrow at him expectantly.

"Er, well not exactly this is Torchwood. But yes Jack does live here…," Ianto said unsurely looking from the woman to Owen and the others. "If you don't mind…um who are you miss?"

Her laugh sounded like the light tinkling of a whine chime in a comfortable breeze, entrancing. "I'm sorry. I suppose I shouldn't have barged in like I did. My name is Fletcher Stevens," she said sending a dazzling smile Ianto's way. "So this is Jack's beloved Torchwood then…?"

"Yeah, what the hell are you doing here?" Owen snapped still annoyed greatly by the random appreance of some woman claiming to know Jack.

She spun on her heel facing Owen with a venomous frown her grey eyes flashing an incandescent scarlet for a fraction of a second before she spoke. "Excuse me but you will not speak to me in such a way, feeble lower life form," she snarled.

No one spoke as Owen glared hatefully at her and Fletcher simply stared back with a steely gaze daring her to challenge her. Their staring contest was only broken by the sound of a door opening on the second floor of the hub and Jack strolling out of his office. "Hey Ianto, can you get me a-"Jack began until he looked down and saw the group assembled below.

His eyes went straight to the woman standing in the middle of the group. If her obvious beauty hadn't been enough to draw the attention of Jack Harkness then it must have been that he seemed to know exactly who she was. His eyes traced the lustrous curves of her lithe body hungrily. "Well hello again Fletcher…If I'd known you were planning on dropping by I'd have pressed my shirt," he joked.

"It's been quite a while since I've last seen you Jack," she said tossing some of her florescent teal hair over her shoulder as she headed towards the stairs to his office.

She's not a saint and she's not what you think

She's an actress, Whoa

She's better known for the things that she does

On the mattress, Whoa

Soon she's gonna find

Stealing other people's toys on the playground

Won't make you many friends

"What do you think they're talking about?" Tosh asked Gwen off handedly glancing up at the window into Jack's office where the curtains had been drawn for the last hour or so since Fletcher had arrived.

"You know Jack…," was all Gwen said sending a sidelong glance in Ianto's direction.

Tosh said nothing in reply as the two shared a sympathetic look directed at Ianto.

"So tell me Jack…have you missed me?" Fletcher asked with a wicked look in her entrancing grey eyes.

"How could I not," Jack replied smirking back at her matching the look in her eyes.

"Well I see that you've been toying around with your office boy. I could smell your scent all over him," Fletcher commented back smirking at him easily.

Jack said nothing in reply to her quip. "I mean I would have suspected the fiery brunette girl or even the doctor –though he needs an attitude adjustment- but interesting choice in that one. I'd like to get my hands on him if he's held your attention so long," Fletcher added drawling slightly.

"I have missed you," Jack said.

"I've had enough catching up for one day," Fletcher replied pointedly strolling over a few paces closer to him another wicked grin taking over her facial expression.

Jack took the last few steps closer to her wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body flush against his. A low growl seemed to erupt from Fletcher's throat as her eyes locked with Jack's. For a few moments neither of them moved but, finally Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips to her's hard. The cool burning sensation both of them had been feeling from the touch of the other seemed to suddenly become a burning fire the second their lips touched.

Jack's hands glided over her leather jacket easily pushing it off her shoulders and onto the floor. Fletcher's hands that had been entwined in his hair swiftly moved down and pulled his suspenders off before easily ripping his shirt off his torso. In response Jack ground his hips against her's pressing his steadily growing member against her inner thigh. Fletcher's hands fell to his hips pulling them roughly against her own before hurriedly yanking off his belt and moving her mouth to his neck where she began to suck and bite at the exposed skin. Her movements solicited a loud moan from Jack.

The next day when the team came into the hub they were slightly surprised by the sight they were greeted with. Seemingly oblivious of their presence, Fletcher stood at the coffee machine in what looked to be only a bra and underwear with Jack's arms wound low around her waist his lips pressed to her neck while she giggled. Gwen, Tosh, and Owen all glanced shiftily at Ianto who coughed rather loudly to catch the attention of the two, unsuccessfully. Sighing softly to himself, Ianto turned on his heel and headed down to the archives simply so that he didn't have to continue to stare at them making go-go eyes at each other and pretending he didn't exist.

Gwen furrowed her brow in anger and all but stomped over to her work station leaving Tosh and Owen standing in the middle of the hub. Exchanging a glance with Tosh, Owen turned his head towards the coffee maker where Fletcher and Jack had still yet to notice anyone had entered the hub. "OI! Jack if you're gonna have a shag at least stay in your office for fuck's sake! We don't wanna see that," he snapped.

Jack and Fletcher both looked over at him and nodded not saying a word.

Roughly an hour later the two emerged from Jack's office full clothed and went their separate ways. Jack went to the shooting ranger to work off the residual sexual energy he'd worked up from his encounters with Fletcher. While Fletcher herself headed down into the main hub to have a look around and see what the team was up to. She found herself moseying over to Gwen's station seeing as the woman had been somewhat nice to her the previous day. "Well hello there love," Fletcher said in her best English accent smirking at Gwen rather flirtatiously.

"What do you want?" Gwen asked looking up from her paper work with a blank look on her face.

"Well then, wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning love?" Fletcher asked smiling gentler.

"No, I came into work to see you half naked all over my boss," Gwen snapped.

"Oh come on now you can't say you've never wanted that. Besides Jack and I go wayyy back," she replied smirking.

"Well obviously it's not all in the past. Tell you about him and Ianto did he? Or did he leave that detail out?" Gwen asked harshly.

"Yeah, he did," Fletcher said with a shrug. "Seems rather like a bit of a bore that fellow but, if Jack's into that sort of thing then bless him."

"Do you not care about anybody other than yourself?" Gwen snapped.

Fletcher rolled her eyes dramatically and strolled over to the elevator.

And do you still feel like you know what you're doing,

Cause I don't think you do, Oh

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing

I don't think you do, I don't think you do

Let's hear the applause

C'mon show me how much better you are

See you deserve some applause

Fletcher walked out of the elevator and into the archives glancing around interestedly wondering what kind of devices where down there and if she could snag anything useful. But her string of thought was stopped abruptly when she found the person she had been looking for standing at the end of the row she had been looking down. "Ianto," she said smiling and strolling leisurely down the row of shelves to meet him.

Ianto merely glanced up at her arching an eyebrow at her for a moment before; going back to the sheet he had been working with. "Is there something you needed Miss. Stevens?" Ianto asked.

"Oh you don't have to call me that babe," Fletcher said with a low laugh running her hand through her florescent hair and smiling at him. "Please just call me Fletcher."

"Fletcher, is there anything you need?" he asked sighing and setting down his categorizing sheet.

"Perhaps I just wished to speak with you is that quite alright with you?" she asked quirking an eyebrow at him and giving him a lopsided smile that somehow reminded him of Jack's.

"You're not from Earth or this century," Ianto stated simply.

"Quite right, I'm not," she said smirking at him. "You're the smart one aren't you?" She took a step nearer to him so that her body was roughly a few centimeters away from his and she ran a hand carefully through his hair.

Ianto said nothing just stared into her odd grey eyes. It was almost like the color of her irises swirled like that of the clouds in an oncoming storm. "What do you want?" he asked softly.

"I am just infinitely interested in what Jack finds so appealing about you is all," she whispered lowly in his ear and sliding a hand slowly over his shoulder and down his back causing a shiver of pleasure to run down his spine.

"Er-I haven't th-" Ianto began but Fletcher pressed her cool lips to his lightly effectively stopping his thought process in its tracks.

A soft feral growl was rolling from Fletcher's throat as she kissed Ianto slowly and when she pulled away from his a moment later her eyes were the same incandescent scarlet they had been when she yelled at Owen the day before. "What are you?" Ianto whispered breathlessly memorized by the glowing color of her eyes.

An innocent smirk formed on Fletcher's ruby red lips as she spoke next. "Dearest Ianto, I'm a 51st century vampire," she said with a soft laugh.

For a moment Ianto didn't move. Taking his lack of running away she leaned in again and pressed her lips to his hungrily running her fingers down his chest feeling over the fabric of his shirt.

"Leave him alone," snapped Jack grabbing Fletcher roughly by the shoulder and pulling her away from a frozen Ianto.

"Awe but I was just playing Jack," she murmured pouting at Jack in response.

"Yea, and you're using an unfair advantage. I could smell your phenomes from the other side of the basement," Jack said in a lecturing tone.

Fletcher growled slightly her eyes lighting up with lust again. "You just know my smell so very well don't you Jack," she taunted running her tongue over her top lip slowly.

"Fletcher…as much as I've enjoyed this reunion; I find it's time for you to be going, "Jack said.