He had arrived in Cardiff just a day ago- alone. He had waited outside the millenium centre for twelve hours. No one came. Where were they? Evening passed to night. He was slumped against a wall when Jack found him in the early morning.
He could see the tear tracks, hours old that ran down the slumped man's face. The famous jawline dropped. He looked so desperate and lost, his eyes desolate. Jack picked him up, wrapping his arms around the skinny man. Supporting him, he led him to the visitors entrance of Torchwood. The stone descended.
A bright faced Ianto was there to take his coat (as always) but as his eyes swept over the desolate man, his face fell. Ianto moved to take the man. Wordlessly, Jack released him. Without any explaination, he took him away.
Jack sighed. He lay back in his chair, seemingly relaxed. In reality, he was falling apart. Thoughts raged around his head; the image of the skinny man flashed again and again in his mind. The only comfort was the knowledge that Ianto was dealing with it.
*
He brought the man into the makeshift bathroom (one that Jack and him frequented). With the turn of a few taps, he got the shower running warm. Almost caressingly, he began to undress him. He dropped the coast and suit on the floor, focusing on getting the man under the stream of water.
He hoped the warmth would calm him. As the water ran over his pale skin, Ianto massaged his shoulders. As he stared at the droplets falling over the man's lips, he felt himself get slightly aroused. A second later, he mentally slapped himself. Bad Ianto! He desperately wanted to know who the man was.
He turned off the water, wrapping a towel around his charge. He gently moved the towel over his skin, drying away the shiny beads of water. He dressed the man in an old pair of track pants and a tattered shirt- Jack's, though he'd never admit it.
With a hug-like grip, he took him back to the Captain.
Jack held the man in his arms, placing a small kiss on top of his head. Ianto waited. Jack was rubbing his back when he looked over at the meticulously dressed Ianto.
"Who is he?" asked Ianto Jones.
"He's the Doctor. My Doctor."