Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, bit shocked that it got 8 reviews on the first chapter. Was meant to be up a while ago but the login thing wouldn't work; so here it finally is.

Much thanks to Laura (Bardlover6) over at LJ for being an amazing beta x

"Yan, wake up," His mother said gently. Her son had fallen asleep two hours into their journey. She had always been amazed at how her son could sleep through the music he lived by; in her opinion and the rest of their family, it was too loud, the lyrics that she was sure meant a lot to the artists had been covered by aggressive screams and heavy guitar rifts. But her son loved it, and who was she to take away the things he loved.

"Mum?" Ianto lifted his head from the window where it had not so comfortably fallen onto in his sleep.

"We're there." His mum chirped. If she was honest with herself, she had been looking forward to the four weeks away with her only son just as much as her son had been dreading it. Ianto smiled and undid his seat belt before climbing out of the car. His long limbs clicking awkwardly into place.

He looked around. The blue sky was bright above him, a few clouds above him thankfully they were all white, he wouldn't have thought grey clouds would have been a good omen for this 'holiday'. The house they had rented for their get away was small. He was used to living in a three floored house, a huge garden that ran from front to back. This small bunker had a squared patch of grass that looked to be covered in litter and weeds. His mum shook her head, and opened the boot.

"Home sweet home," Ianto muttered sarcastically as he grabbed his and his mum's bags from the boot. His mum just smiled, she had said something about judging books by its cover as she headed to the door. Ianto just stood back wishing he was back at home.

Ianto looked around, it was a quiet street just of the beach road. There were a few houses around, Ianto assumed they were all housed by little old ladies as he reasoned that this would be the perfect place to come to die. Quiet and private. Too quiet. He looked around once more and groaned inwardly, four weeks of this.

Ianto hoped the house would be nicer on the inside, but he was wrong. He went to flick the light on, only to have the bulb blow up above him and glass fly carelessly to the floor. He set the bags down by the door, and went to find his mum.

"I know it needs a lot of work," His mum sighed. "But we got it cheap." Ianto wanted to say something but kept his bitter comments to himself. The amount of money his family owned they could have stayed at a five star hotel in China, not rented a small apartment in Bristol.

"It's not like we're going to spend every day in here right?" It was a hopeful plea. He couldn't think of anything worse then staying in this small house for four weeks straight.

"Course not." His mother smiled her brilliant smile that was often used to convince Ianto everything was going to be alright. Over the past few weeks that smile had been used a lot. "We can go to the beach, shopping. You never know you might find some new friends." Ianto rolled his eyes. He didn't want to make friends, there was no point. Not if he was only going to know them for four weeks.

"Right." Ianto smiled. His mum had been looking forward to this for too long for him to ruin it with a foul mood. It was his own fault he was here any way.

"Why don't you go have a wonder round?" His mum suggested. "Go to the beach. Watch the sun set, you like doing that..." Ianto couldn't help but feel as though his mum was pushing him away.

"What about you?" He asked as he grabbed his book and mp3 player from his back pack.

"I'll unpack." She smiled. "Go, have fun." Ianto nodded, with a hesitant hug from his mum he walked out of the house, dodging the broken glass as he did.

The beach was beautiful. The sun was shining high in the sky and he stared at it for as long as he could without his eyes watering. There was no one around, and he couldn't help but feel as though these four weeks were going to be the loneliest weeks of his life.

He turned his music on loud and sat cross legged on the sand. He wondered why there wasn't any kids around, families spending the weekend away. It was after all the summer holidays. He grabbed his book, Of Mice and Men, and started to read. He knew the book of by heart. He didn't understand why he connected with the words as much as he did, the characters were nothing like him, yet every time he read the book he felt a different emotion. The first time it was frustration, then he felt sad for the characters, now it was his third go and he wondered what he would feel. He hoped it would be something like happiness as he wasn't in the right frame of mind to feel any worse then he did.

He had been reading for around half an hour when something had blocked the light. He thought momentarily that the sun was already setting but it was too early. He looked up, there was a boy around his age standing over him. The boy had shaggy brown hair, a little longer then his own and in need of a good haircut. His blue eyes were burning into him, and he suddenly felt as though he was under pressure, the boy was just staring.

"You're in my light," Ianto said. He knew it sounded rude, but he couldn't help but think that this boy was being rude by just staring at him.

"Sorry," He had an American accent. He smiled and moved over. "Mind if I sit?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer, he just sat next to him. "Jack." He introduced himself with confidence that Ianto was envious of.

"Ianto," He replied sheepishly. He folded the page of his book at the top, he had a feeling he wouldn't be reading any more tonight.

-x-

Jack hated the feeling that had filled his senses, he was moving yet he was standing still. He closed his eyes, desperately trying to get rid of the nauseous feeling that was left inside him. He dry heaved a few times before opening his eyes. He was standing on a beach, a deserted beach. It was beautiful, he was captivated by the thrashing waves on the expecting sand. The birds in the sky singing a delicious song to him, and he listened greedily to the verses. He went to put his hands in his pockets, expecting to feel his grey military attire, he was startled when he felt his limbs covered in jeans. He looked down, his legs were shorter and his feet dressed in red converses. He couldn't help but think that they clashed with the tight grey jeans he was wearing. He pulled at his top, all he could see was that it was black. He felt at his arms; they were skinnier then he was used to.

"Great." He sighed. "How am I supposed to save Ianto from his memories if I'm a teenager." He wanted to look at his face, it had been hundreds of years since he had been a teenager and he wanted to see what he looked like. He just hoped he wasn't covered in spots like the teenagers in Cardiff he had seen.

He headed over to the water. The sand seeping through his converses irritating his toes. The water was a brilliant blue, and he couldn't help but stare at his reflection. His face was clear of any spots, it looked tanned and he couldn't help but laugh. He looked up, taking another look around.

There on the sand could only be Ianto Jones. Jack stared at him, he was reading intently.

Jack guessed he must be on holiday, he knew from reading in his file that Ianto grew up in the city. This clearly wasn't a city, it was too quiet. Jack clicked his fingers, if his life was a cartoon he would have pictured a light bulb turning on in his head. This was Ianto's favourite place.

Ianto had told him that his mum had brought him here for a holiday in his teens, a quiet place to think about everything at home. He hadn't gone into details in why they needed to escape. Jack hadn't pushed him because he could tell that what ever had happened in his life had hurt him. But he could tell that this out of place beach had healed the wounds from his childhood, and Jack was determined that he wasn't going to let this place cause him any pain.

He walked over. He wasn't too sure what the consequences in talking to him now would be. The Doctor's voice rang out in his ears about paradoxes, but he just shrugged them away. If something bad was to happen he would deal with it when he didn't feel as though he was being crushed in a pair of jeans. He walked over with a confident smile.

"You're in my light."