Missing Ghost Machine Scenes

A/N: Okay, just so I'm not plagued by people telling me this, I know this couldn't possibly fit in with the episode; it's really just inspired by a scene in it. But I think if I put this in here there's a better chance people will read it. But I think it's quite good Janto, so hopefully people won't mind.

A/N2: This is set before Gwen joined Torchwood (now why that couldn't have been the series?) and about a week after Ianto joined Torchwood.

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Jack emerged from his office loudly, and Tosh, Owen and Suzie all looked up at him, awaiting their orders.

"Okay," he addressed them loudly. "Tosh, how's that translation programme coming along?"
"Slowly but surely." Tosh answered quietly.
Jack nodded at her and continued. "Owen, I want all four of those autopsies done by morning, with the reports in detail." He enunciated the last word, not impressed by Owen's last autopsy report. Owen groaned and Jack ignored him. "Suzie, how's the research on that glove coming along? Any idea on what it does?"
"I think I'm getting somewhere. I'll tell you more when I know more."
Jack nodded, then noticed Ianto coming up from the archives. He smiled as he addressed the newest member of his team. "Ianto, perfect timing as usual." Ianto looked up at him. Jack made a 'come with me' signal with his finger and walked off to a part of the Hub Ianto hadn't had gotten round to investigating yet. He followed his boss slightly nervously.

He found Jack in what looked a lot like the warehouse where they'd caught the pterodactyl a week before, except there were cardboard cut-outs of various aliens including weevils and blowfishes down the other end. He saw Jack standing near the door with a lot of weapons behind him and on a table in front of him. Ianto guessed this was some kind of firing range.

Jack smiled at him. "Basic weapons training. I know it's not really linked to what you do here, but we need to be prepared for every possibility."
Ianto nodded and walked towards Jack. "I guessed something like this would come up sooner or later."
Jack nodded at him. "Did you have weapons training at Torchwood One?"
Ianto shrugged. "We were all given a pistol and a stun gun and taught how to use them. People who went out into the field learned more, but I was just a junior researcher. I never even use the pistol or stun gun."
Jack grinned. "Good; I prefer starting from scratch." He gestured at the guns in front of him. "Take your pick."
Ianto scanned all the guns and picked a chunky, medium sized gun.
Jack nodded in approval. "Good choice. You know how to load it?"
Ianto looked at the gun helplessly, then looked at Jack. "No, sorry."
Jack laughed at the look on Ianto's face. He took the gun out of Ianto's hand, letting their hands brush for a second too long. He grinned when Ianto blushed. He loaded the gun and handed it back to the Welshman, also handing him a pair of yellow goggles and grabbing his own pair. They both put their goggles on. Jack couldn't help but ask his next question: "Do you know how to fire it?" He meant it as a joke, and was very shocked when Ianto looked at him with slight confusion again.

He walked towards the younger man. He gently took hold of his shoulders and turned him so he was facing the targets sideways. Jack covered both of Ianto's hands with his own and pressed his chest into Ianto's back, so they slotted together like two pieces of a puzzle. Jack absent-mindedly noticed Ianto's breathing quickened slightly. Jack couldn't help but grin, feeling like a cat that got the cream. He slowly raised Ianto's right hand (the one holding the gun) so it was pointing directly at a weevil's head. Jack moved his head closer to Ianto's head so he was talking right in his ear. "Hold it firmly; don't grip it. Breathe in." Both men breathed in. "Focus. Breathe out." Both men breathed out. "Squeeze gently."
Ianto did as he was instructed. The bullet hit the weevil square in the eye. He jumped a little at the recoil.
Jack chuckled in his ear. "You're a natural." He whispered, making Ianto shudder a little. Jack smiled. "Now pick another."

They got through every single gun in the room. Ianto managed to fire all of them on his own, but Jack insisted on guiding him on how to hold the gun beforehand. And all in the same way. Jack started getting a bit nervous about doing so though; at some point or another, the attractiveness of Ianto Jones firing a gun had started to show, and there was no way Ianto couldn't feel it with the way Jack pressed himself up against Ianto every time.

When Ianto put the last gun down, he looked at Jack expectantly. "H-How'd I do, sir?" he stuttered.
Jack smiled at his nervousness. "Excellent. Like I said; you're a natural."
Ianto returned the smile. "Can I ask a question?"
Jack nodded. "Of course."
Ianto smirked. "How long has shooting guns been so arousing to you?"
Jack blushed a little, but stayed smooth. He grinned. "For as long as you've been doing it."
It was Ianto's turn to blush. Jack's grin only got wider. Then he suddenly noticed that as well as blushing, Ianto looked scared.
"You okay?" he asked the Welshman.
Ianto looked up in surprise. He nodded. "Of course sir." He was clearly lying.
Jack suddenly worked it out. "I'm sorry Ianto. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
The younger man shook his head. "Its fine, sir, don't worry about it."
Jack's eyes drifted down the Welshman. He noticed the slight bulge in Ianto's trousers. Jack's eyebrows shot up. If possible, Ianto's face got redder.

Jack started to walk towards the other man, giving him the chance to leave or push him away if he wanted to. Ianto didn't move. When he was standing directly in front of Ianto, Jack gently cupped his cheek. Ianto still didn't go anywhere. The immortal brought their faces closer and closer, until their lips finally met. The kiss started soft and tender, but, much to Jack's surprise, Ianto sped it up. Jack may have been surprised, but that didn't stop him making the kiss fiercer.

The rest of the team didn't see them for a few hours to say the least.