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!) All mistakes are my own, also this is my first story so please be nice.
A/N: I'm back to work fulltime after recovering from a broken foot, so updates may take longer as I wont have much time to write unfortunately. I have a plan of the next few chapters and what I want to happen but I'm struggling to write our boys together? Also worried that it's becoming very predictable as I just want them to be happy!
Right so enjoy and let me know what you think x
Thanks for the reviews, alerts etc so far x
Days they turn into weeks.
Jack went about his morning routine at a leisurely pace. He wasn't due in the office until lunch. He'd been away on business over the weekend and had arrived home rather late the previous evening. He had intended to catch up on some reading and relax before his lunch meeting with Owen.
Jack took his freshly made coffee setting it down on the small table next to his book and sat down in his favourite chair. He turned to look out of the window before picking up his book he noticed a familiar figure on the opposite side of the street. A dark grey suit snugly fit to the slim frame of the man closing a front door. The man turned and Jack all but jumped out of his seat stepping closer to the window.
'Is that? That's Ianto.' He moved to the edge of the window so he could still see the man but so that he himself wasn't in full view. Jack watched as the Welshman ran down the steps and walked towards his car, climbed in and drove away down the street.
Jack paused for a moment and stared at the building that Ianto had just exited. He cursed himself for not paying more attention to the people who lived on his street. 'Wasn't that where that old woman lives?' Jack couldn't think of any other occupants in that building and he knew there would be at least three due to the amount of converted flats there were in these buildings.
Jack sighed and went to sit back in his seat feeling sick to his stomach, thinking about why Ianto had been across the street and who he'd been with. He picked up his book, opened it to where he had previously left off but he couldn't focus on the jumble of words in front of him. Closing the book and placing it back on the table he picked up his coffee and turned his attention to the building across the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of the residents there. This beautiful Welshman becoming more and more intriguing to Jack each time he saw him.
Days they turn into weeks.
Ianto didn't want to be late for his first proper day at work in his new job and if he didn't leave in the next five minutes he would get caught up in the rush hour traffic. He drained the last of his coffee placing the cup in the sink.
He grabbed his suit jacket out of his bedroom and looked at the pile of unopened boxes in the corner of his room and then at the ones in his front room as he passed through on his way out. How he'd wished he had more time to unpack but he would have to settle with doing some more this evening when he got home.
Taking one last glance in the mirror he'd hung the previous day, still not entirely sure it was straight, he headed out of his front door locking it before heading down the stairs to the main shared entranced. He'd never lived in a building like this before but even though he'd only been here a few days he loved it.
He pulled the front door closed pulling it then pushing it to make sure it didn't open before running down the steps and jumping into his car. He took a deep breath before starting the engine. Today was the first day of the rest of his life.