Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters.
Rating: M (although this is for later chapters if I dare write them. Should I lower the rating and makes those chapters separate?)
Author's notes: This is completely AU. Set in Jack and then Ianto's P.O.V (I've written up to where they meet so it may change from there on in as I'm not sure how it will work doing the P.O.V's in different parts!) Also my first fic so please be nice.
A/N: Rating lowered as the boys are only just meeting will mark M chapters.
Right so enjoy and let me know what you think x
Find myself asking what are you waiting for?
Jack just needed to get out of the office. Owen had been in a awful mood since he'd got in this morning and Jack had simply had enough of his whining. He decided a walk would do the trick, get some fresh air for a change.
He didn't know how but he'd ended up in Bute Park. Looking around him he'd never realised how beautiful it was here. He sat on a bench to take in his surroundings. It was peaceful and Jack wondered why he hadn't been here before. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, the fresh air clearing his head and relaxing him completely, as he leaned back.
After a few minutes of quite the only sounds being of the distant traffic and the birds rustling in the trees, a voice was heard. Jack opened his eyes and lifted his head to see where the voice was coming from. It was distinctively welsh and belonged to a male he couldn't quite see him as he walked towards a tree stopping and turning to lean against it. The man continued to talk raising his voice slightly from time to time throughout. His head was bowed as he moved from one foot to the other.
There was something about this man that intrigued Jack so much so that he continued to watch him wondering who he was talking to, what he was saying and wishing he could hear the voice more clearly.
After a few a minutes the man pushed himself away from the tree in an aggressive manner and threw his free hand up in the air. His voice was louder now, deep and gravely. As he moved walking back towards the path Jack could pick up the odd word said but nothing that would allow him to work out means of the conversation.
As the man reached the path he turned facing Jack, allowing him the first view of his face throughout his observation. Jack shocked, quickly looked away realising that this was the man who had gained his attention a few weeks prior when he'd been at the pub after work with Owen.
Oh how he'd wanted to see this man again. Jack had done nothing but think about him for days after. He'd found himself going to the pub every night after work in hope that the young man would be there again. After a week Jack spent less and less time there and had almost given up all hope of ever seeing the man again. However here he was as handsome as he remembered.
Jack turned back towards him even more interested than he had been previously. As he did so the man stopped put a hand on his hip and closed his eyes briefly before saying "No, I mean it. You can't do this to me anymore…I'm not coming back." With that he cut the call. His eyes closed once more and he lifted the phone to his head enclosed in his fist. Opening his eyes he placed his phone in his pocket and continued to walk.
As Jack watched he couldn't help but think the man looked relieved, although a little sad but he continued walking forward with purpose.
Jack wanted to do nothing more than to go up to the younger man and wrap his arms around him telling him that everything was alright. However all Jack could do was watch as the beautiful stranger began to walk away from him once more and again Jack didn't follow.