Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters.

Rating: T (I had originally rated this M but as our boys are only just meeting nothing will happen yet. When it does I will mark all M)

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 J

Right so enjoy and let me know what you think x

Thanks for the reviews so far x

Thought I couldn't want you more than I did before.

Ianto didn't know what to do with himself, he couldn't think straight. Where should he go? What should he do? Who should he call? Really there was only one option. Fingers trembling he reached in his pocket for his phone. He searched for the name and hit the call button, as expected it went straight to voicemail. Though his words were shaky he managed to say all that needed saying. "It's happened." he then disconnected the call and fell down to the floor.

"Sir? Can I get you anything? Call someone for you perhaps?" A nurse asked as she passed him in the quiet corridor. He looked up at her and through shining eyes told her "No thank you. I'll be okay." With that she carried on with her business.

After a few moments Ianto gathered himself together, wiped his eyes, stood up, inhaled deeply and set off back towards the nurses station. He thanked them for everything they'd done and they informed him they had already phoned Rhiannon and that she was heading over to pay her final respects. Ianto nodded and said goodbye.

He left the medical facility with his head held high. There was no need to wait around for Rhiannon, he wasn't sure he could look at her right now. As for paying final respects he had sat with his mother for the best part of three days holding her hand and just being there as she faded away. They all knew it was coming, it was just harder than he had expected.

His mother had been lost to them all years ago but Ianto still made an effort to see her regularly, even when he was living in London. As much as it hurt him he couldn't just turn his back on her like his sister had. Yes it was hard to talk to the person who had raised you to be who you are today and for them to then treat you like a total stranger in return, but if that's the way it had to be then so be it. He had promised his tad he would be there for her no matter what happened and he had intended to keep that promise. Which he had now fulfilled.

Gods he needed a drink. He headed to the pub and ordered a pint and a whisky chaser. He downed the whisky at the bar and went to sit down. He sat alone with only his thoughts for company, sipping at his drink and idly spinning the glass on the table. He didn't want to cry not here, not alone, he needed a distraction something to stop him thinking about what had just happened and what arrangements would need to be made over the next few days. He heard the door open but the person who walked through seemed to stop and stare, at him it felt like. 'I must really look a mess' he almost laughed to himself.

As the person walked to the bar he turned to look at them and felt a pull at his heart. 'That was the man, the man who had been here, the man who was in the park, the man who was in my dreams.' Ianto couldn't breathe, felt his head spin. All of his thoughts turning to the older man who was moving to sit at a table not too far away. He didn't want him to see him, not like this, but he didn't want to leave either. He wanted to be near this other man but he just couldn't understand why. 'He's a man Jones, get over it!'

He didn't even hear his friend call his name all he felt was arms encircle him and couldn't help but wish those arms were stronger, firmer, masculine. He knew it was Tosh he could tell that scent anywhere and it comforted him as he breathed it in. "I've been looking everywhere." she said. Ianto looked towards her and began to cry, he couldn't help it.

As he wept on Tosh's shoulder she held onto him and ran a hand up and down his back calming him slightly as she did so. She looked around hoping no one they knew was in here, she knew Ianto couldn't stand people seeing him upset.

As she scanned the room she saw him. That same man from last time they were in here together. She hoped it was a coincidence but thought it best to move Ianto away before either of them said something that could be overheard. She lead Ianto to a booth down the opposite end of the pub and they both took a seat.

Ianto couldn't understand why Tosh had all but pulled him out of his seat and towards the other end of the pub, he wasn't happy about it but didn't protest, he didn't have the strength. He sat so that he could still see the stunningly handsome man but was also able to talk Tosh through his mothers final days and hours thankful for her being here for him when he needed the support the most. He told her of how he was dreading seeing Rhiannon again and that he hoped they could get through this as she was now the only family he had left.

After several minutes of Ianto talking and Tosh listening they decided to leave. Tosh placing her hand on Ianto's arm guiding him out of the pub and home. Ianto couldn't help one last glance to the beautiful stranger before he walked away again.