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.

Right so enjoy and let me know what you think x

Thank you for the reviews so far x

Seriously you have no idea how hard I found these next two chapters to write. I can see it all in my head but to write the words to make that play out on paper just wouldn't come! I'm still not 100% happy but hey here goes anyways. (Feeling slightly scared) Hope it doesn't disappoint.

You catch me by surprise.

Ianto had finished his first day and it hadn't been all that bad, although he was never ever going to drink that coffee again. The only downside to this job was the hours. He was currently sitting in traffic that had been steadily moving for about five minutes. It had been a long and busy weekend and all he wanted to do was go home and go to bed. However images of unpacked boxes kept filling his thoughts, okay maybe he'd unpack some of it first.

Ten minutes later he was pulling onto his street cursing the idiot in the black SUV that had purposefully, he believed cut him up several times. Then he saw it, that very same SUV. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, 'Keep cool Jones, don't go upsetting the neighbours.' He pulled into a spot relatively close to his building and parked up. He glanced over to the SUV again noticing someone stood beside it, he knew who that was, 'The American? Great, play it cool, try to get the first line in.' Ianto took a deep breath and climbed out the car slamming the door shut.

"You drive like a mad man!" Ianto was actually scowling at him. Jacks face broke out in a smug grin, "And you are overly cautious." 'Oh you want to play like that do you?' Ianto raised an eyebrow and half smirked 'Two can play at that game, maybe? What am I doing?' Ianto asked himself and he spoke before he could stop himself. "Well I guess we even each other out then?" Jack smiled broadly at him as he stepped around his car and across to Ianto still smiling, "Yeah, I guess we do, Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you." He stretched out his free hand as he reached Ianto which he accepted.

The second their hands touched Ianto gasped hoping Jack didn't hear. His eyes flew to Jacks bright blue eyes, eyes that were as blue as the skies. His heart flipped at the contact with the American. He felt, well he didn't know what it was, he felt a pull towards the other man, he didn't want to let go, didn't want to let go of the feeling, but the touch was gone as Jack pulled his hand away. 'I wonder if he felt that too?' Ianto thought briefly before realising there was a silence between them.

"Jones, Ianto Jones" He paused. "Erm I've just moved in, number 57" He stated his hand indicating the shared front entrance. "Oh, you live here." 'Was that relief in his voice?' Ianto smiled "Yeah, only been here a few days." He continued. "Oh I've been away on business so I missed you…moving in I mean." Ianto smiled at him, he was cute stumbling over his words or the meaning to them anyway. Jack continued, "If you need someone to show you around or anything then I'd be more than happy to help you out."

'Oh god is he asking me out? No he wouldn't would he?' Ianto frowned as he realised that he wanted Jack to be asking him out. He swallowed hard and felt his heart beat pick up, hammering in his chest . 'What am I doing?' he asked himself before blurting out, "I used to live around here myself actually, well Newport but I went to Uni here." Ianto noticed Jacks smile fall, wanting that smile to come back he continued, "But I er… I guess things might have changed a bit so erm… what did you have in mind?" Ianto mentally kicked himself at his shyness and inability to speak. Jacks smile was back though so it was good enough. "Well anything that interests you really? Pub's, shops, restaurants"

Ianto feels awkward as Jack pauses, is he supposed to answer him? Then he realises what he's doing 'oh a business card.' Jack looks back to Ianto and continues "Give me a call any time, or you can come over I'm number 42." Ianto reaches forward and takes the card making sure to just touch the opposite side of the card, he couldn't bare for that feeling to be taken away from him again so quickly. "Thank you." Ianto says and stares at it.

Jack stepped back to leave, 'No, don't leave stay, talk?' Jack then broke the silence "Right, so I'll see you soon then?" Ianto looked up from the business card not quite meeting Jacks eyes, he couldn't, but he replied "Yes, I'll see you soon." Jack nodded and headed back over to his car. Ianto watched as he checked it was locked and headed up the steps to the front door.

Thinking quickly not wanting to be caught staring, he rounded his car and began sorting through the boot of his car. As he heard Jacks door open he looked back over catching the American walk inside. He got out his design folder deciding it would be safer inside even if he didn't intend to do any more work today. He retrieved his bag from inside the car, locked it and headed up the steps to the main front door.

Ianto couldn't help the smile on his face as he paused to face Jacks building, finally they had spoken and he seemed nice enough maybe they could be friends? His smile fell for a moment as he felt a stab in his chest but it was over before it began.

He walked inside and headed up the stairs to the very top. He placed his work things next to the door and headed to his bedroom to change. He placed the business card on his bedside table and stared at it for several minutes before turning it over to see Jacks mobile number scribbled on the back. He ran his fingers over the messy writing then went to put on some old jeans and a t-shirt. He took one last look at the numbers face up on the small card as he exited his bedroom. 'What are you going to do, just call him minutes after you've met ?' he tried to laugh at himself the but it came out as asigh. He walked back to the boxes that were practically calling his name and began to unpack. His thoughts drifting away from what he was doing and to a very handsome American across the street. Yes today was the first day of the rest of his life.