Hey guys, special shout out to jekyllhj7 and mewknight for telling me what episode that scene was from. (If there are more I'm sorry, but I didn't read your review before I posted this chapter.) And I tried to answer the request for a strong Ianto in this chapter. (Although you are correct jekyllhj7, he isn't exactly ready to stand up to his dad yet.) Also I'd like to thank you so much for reading. I'm really just starting out as an author and all your positive feedback really warms my heart and inspires me to keep going. ^.^ Now I know you're all tired of my rambling so let's get to the story shall we?

Chapter 10:

"You've put on weight." The new patient said with a look over of Jack's body.

"You're losing your hair." Jack shot back with a smile.

Suddenly the stranger surged forward and kissed Jack like a dying man, hands groping feverishly all over his shirt and back. Ianto was helpless to do anything, shock freezing him in place as he watched both of them going at it like ravenous dogs for an instant before Jack pulled away and jerked an elbow back. The intern leaped and grabbed the American's arm before it could make contact with the other patients jaw. He didn't know what was going on, but allowing Jack to knock the shit out of someone who had just arrived would not be the best way to end the day. Especially not with the way it had started.

"You did didn't you? Don't worry, I promise to not leave before you ever again. You didn't wait for me though, who is this one?" The man had a British accent which he flaunted with a grin and reached forward to poke Ianto on the nose. "You always did get to the best ones first, leave someone for me next time will you? Of course I had a gorgeous one to myself at the last place since you weren't there." His face softened for a moment. "It was never the same without you." Jack just growled and looked to the boy. "Ianto Jones meet..." His snarl was cut off almost instantly.

"John Hart." The American turned his head back sharply. "We go back."

"Excuse me." John said with a slightly dramatic head roll. "We more than go back." He looked from the patient to the intern with a harder expression than before. "We were partners."

Ianto held Jack's arm in his hand like a gun ready to fire, alarms ringing full force in his head. This guy was going to cause serious problems, he could already tell. "In what way?" The almost threatening tone in his voice startled the Welsh-man, but he held his ground firmly.

The change in John's voice was immediate and very noticeable, dropping to a low purr. "In every way." His mouth twitched into a grin and one of his eyebrows shot up. "And then some."

"We were together for two weeks!" Jack countered with a pointed glance at Ianto. The denial didn't sound very convincing though, and the intern shifted awkwardly. Two weeks was still a period of time, a lot could happen in the span of two weeks. Hell, a lot had happened between them and it had only been one week.

"Yes, at every hospital so we were together for five years." Oh even better...Ianto's scowl deepened. John looked at the boy too, sarcastic exasperation rampant in his comment. "It was like having a wife." Jack stepped closer to the shorter man. "You were the wife."

John did the same, exaggerating by stretching his neck out. "You were the wife." The American cocked his head and moved in a zigging pattern, making Ianto's head start to pound. "No, you were the wife."

"Oh but I was a good wife!" Thrusting out his chest and head this time and pulling his lip up over his teeth.

Yup, they certainly bickered like a married couple, but that wasn't the point. Jack had lowered his arm, but it was still tensed and ready to spring if so needed. Ianto should probably separate them soon, quicker the better.

"Jack it's almost time for us to go back to your room don't you think?" He said hesitantly and tugged his arm in that direction. There was a sharp feeling in his gut. The intern was uncertain what it was, but he was willing to bet jealousy and he didn't like that one bit. Just cause one of Jack's former partners was here didn't change anything between them, did it?

But John wasn't quite done making the Welsh-man uncomfortable. "Oh he goes to your room at night? Normally you wait a while Jack, I'm surprised! And he seems so eager. You know they showed me my room, it's the same as yours."

Even though Ianto could tell Jack was ready to leave, the patient still had time for a small grin and quip. "I'm sure it's a little smaller."

"But without you in there to mess with it, it will last much longer. Have fun with your play thing, but I'll be waiting for you to come back. Cause you always come back. Bye now!" John finished with a smirk and whirled on one heel to face the opposite hallway. Ianto bit the inside of his lip and yanked Jack along with him as he stomped down their corridor. At least mister obnoxious wasn't near them when it came to accommodations. He couldn't ignore the anger in his gut any longer. That man was infuriating, but not in the cute, flirty way that Jack was. Their behavior was so similar...it drove him crazy!

The door slamming violently hardly registered in the Welsh-man's mind and he sat in a chair with a huff. The look in Jack's blue eyes was stunned...with a hint of admiration. He'd probably never seen him this aggravated, but Ianto didn't care. "Was he telling the truth? Were you and he..." He trailed off. "For five years?"

The American ran a hand through his hair and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sort of. It was an on again off again type thing. I had a lot of partners over the years Yan, I thought you knew that. I know you knew that, and it's hard to accept. But just because I had feelings for John in the past doesn't mean I still do. It doesn't change anything about how I feel now. He's just another gray guy walking around, blending in to the wall. You're still the only person I see in color, and you always will be." Fighting past the swirling emotions of conflict in his head, Ianto forced himself to focus on those words and smiled.

"And you're the only mental patient I will ever spend this much time on. Now is it possible for you to just shut up and kiss me?" Jack's grin grew wider and he pulled the boy from his chair to the bed. Warm lips found each other softly and Ianto found himself parting his before mere seconds had passed, allowing Jack further access to his mouth. The invitation wasn't thought about, it was taken with force. Jack's tongue pushing in almost to the back of his throat with one movement, then sliding along the boys gently.

Ianto shivered lightly and let his eyes close. John didn't matter any more cause it wasn't him the American was kissing right now, it was him. He let his hand move up to Jack's chest and rub lightly, gasping himself when the man moaned lightly. Suddenly there were lips on his neck, nipping and sucking right below his jaw line. Moving ever down while fingers hovered over the bottom of his two shirts. The Welsh-man felt the fabric pulled over his head, but didn't really register it because he was too focused on the mouth moving over his skin and rubbing his hand in small circles.

Cool air hit his chest when Jack finally managed to get them off and he smiled appreciatively. Then...it all stopped. Jack was staring in horror at his exposed torso, and quite rightly. Bruises and cuts galore littered the skin still and Ianto beat himself up in his head. Why hadn't he remembered! The beating, his father...a dark blush filled his face.

"Wow, that must have been a really big picture frame." Jack whispered, the traces of want still lingering on the edges of his voice being quickly squashed by anger. Ianto winced a little when he felt fingers ghost over the large bruise on his abdomen. "I'm only going to ask you this one more time Yan, what happened? The truth."

For the first time, it registered in Ianto's mind that he was straddling a mental patient. A rather violent mental patient you only hours ago had bashed a woman's head in, and now they were alone in his room. Freezing terror clutched him for a second, chilling him to the bone. But then he remembered it was Jack, Jack who trusted him more than anyone else. He gulped and then sighed. There was no hiding it any more. He didn't want to keep it a secret, at least not from Jack. "I got home late last night and my dad...well my dad doesn't like me being late. He doesn't like me doing a lot of things actually. That's why I ran out, I knew I wasn't going to make it on time."

"Your father did this to you?" Unbridled rage pulsed through Jack's voice and he closed his eyes tightly. "Because you were a few minutes past curfew?"

Trying to think of a solution... "No...it was like an hour. Cause doing the crayon box took so much time and then I...I kissed you. Which I'm so happy I did, it was worth it."

"No!" Jack sat up suddenly, slamming his crotch into Ianto's which caused both of the men to moan out of context. The American shook his head. "No...I am not worth getting beaten for. And he has no right to do this to you! You're a grown man Yan, you've got to stand up for yourself." He put a hand on the side of the intern's face, which he leaned in to softly. "I'm not able to protect you outside of here...God I wish I could. I wish you could just stay here with me, but that would get you in trouble again and..." Ianto put a finger to Jack's lips.

"That's a great idea. Screw my dad, I'll stay here tonight."

Blue eyes brightened and hands wrapped around his waist. "Are you sure? What if he..."

"I don't care if he tries, I'm safe here with you. I'll tell him tomorrow I had to stay late for an emergency and couldn't talk to him." 'And get half killed for it', Ianto thought with a smile. "But we're just sleeping, got it mister?" Jack rolled his eyes and broke out of his own shirt before laying back down on the bed.

"You're the one with an erection pressed against my legs." Ianto rolled over to the left with a groan before Jack could finish reaching with his hand. "That may be, but I'm not the one with a reputation." He paused and kissed the patients cheek quickly. "Thank you, for letting me stay. See you in the morning Jack." The boy turned on his side with a sigh and pressed his back against the warm chest behind him. Fingers stroked his hair once softly before arms draped around him, pulling him even closer to the American.

"Thank you for staying."

So was that okay? It isn't much but it's some. I used another scene from Torchwood, I just keep finding good ones. This one isn't as accurate but I had to bend it a little for my storyline. Tell me what you think and feel free to tell me what episode this is from. (Like we don't all know XP) ~NightWhisper666