Hi, I'm really sorry it's almost been 2 weeks but I've been extremely busy and I wanted to make a long chapter so here it is. Hope you'll enjoy it please R&R I'm not very confident about this one.

Chapter 3: Here we go again.

Jack sighed as he dropped his keys on the table by his flat's door, exhausted. His dog, Myfanwy, barked happily at his sight and ran to him, desperately asking for attention.

"Hi My, how are you good girl ? " Jack smiled, taking her in his arms and petting her head. She licked his cheek in what seemed to be a kiss.

" Yeah, yeah missed you too. I hope you have behaved yourself with uncle Owen while I was away".

Jack had been in New-York for a month playing in the new TV-show, Behind Closed Doors. It's been quite a success actually, secret life of the New-Yorker's elit had always thrilled people and he had had a lot of fun. But he was happy to be home, with his dog, his things, his comfort. Even if he was American, New-York's busy atmosphere was overwhelming, and not in a good way. It was like the city never slept. At least, working had kept his thoughts from wandering towards a certain handsome Welshman.

Saying that Jack was obsessed by Ianto wasn't an euphemism. He couldn't stop thinking and talking about how gorgeous he was, how well he sang, how good had been their night together. And that was driving Owen crazy. He certainly didn't want to picture Jack shagging a stranger in his mind, thank you very much. Most people wouldn't mind but Owen didn't want to hear about Jack Harkness' sex life. However, by being his closest friend that seemed to be inevitable.

It's been a while since Jack had been so obsessed by somebody. Jack Harkness flirted with everything that's got a pulse and shagged around but he wasn't the kind of guy who would brood over a nice one night stand for weeks. But he actually was. Owen was taken aback and frankly annoyed. He had had to stand Jack's brooding about that guy for a month before he went to America. Jack could be a right pain in the arse when he wanted. Hearing Jack talking again and again about tha t Ianto every fucking minutes was pissing him. And a frustrated Jack was the worst thing that could happen to you.

Jack left his bag beside the door and walked into his flat, talking to his dog with a high-pitched, ridiculous, voice. Owen was sitting in his couch, a beer in one hand, watching TV.

"Hiya !" Jack saluted, spotting his friend.
"Hello ! Thank god you're here, now I can finally go home." Owen replied
" I'm pleased to see you too Owen. My fly was okay thanks for asking" smiled Jack, a sarcastic tone in his voice. Owen just growled in respond.
" You know you spend far too much time with dogs, it's like you're becoming one of them" chuckled Jack.
"You were the one fussing me to take care of your dog. Your fault mate" Owen replied.
"Oh yes but I want the best for my little princess. Owen took good care of you, didn't he pet ?" Replied Jack, smiling at his dog and scratching her, bellow the chin. The ridiculous voice came back.
"You're hopeless with that dog" Owen sighed.
"Whatever" replied Jack not looking at him.
" Tomorrow there is the first diffusion of There Is Nothing Surgery Can Do, are you coming ?"
"Of course ! Wouldn't miss that for the world ! You're a great actor and this is a great movie" Jack smiled, his true heart-full smile.
"Thanks mate" Owen replied hugging him quickly.
" Okay this is my clue to go home. We are getting far too much emotional" he chuckled before petting Myfanwy one last time and leaving, shooting goodbyes on his way.

Jack sighed, putting his complaining dog on the floor and taking his phone out of his back pocket. He had to call his concierge to get his luggage.

"Hi Henry, sorry it's late but can you get me my luggage please ?" Jack asked politely.
" Good evening Mr. Harkness, it's alright. I'm on my way" replied Henry with a professional voice.
"Thank you" Jack said, hanging up.

Henry Vanston was a good man. He had always worked here as far as Jack could remember. Always ready, here when you needed him. Perfectly dressed in his well-tailored suit. Even if he was in his sixties he was still quite fit and impressive. Professional but friendly. Charming but not insistent. The perfect concierge. A good man, a good husband and a good father.

A polite knock cut Jack out of his thoughts. He walked quickly to the door not wanting to hold Henry any longer. It was already late.

" Thank you Henry, sorry you'll be late for dinner because of me. Elizabeth will not be happy" apologised Jack
" Don't worry Mr Harkness she'll understand" replied Henry with a reassuring smile, handing Jack his bags.

Jack was about to ask how was Henry's wife and daughters but a loud John Hart stepped out of the elevator.

"Jackie Boy, heard that you were back in town !" John said, half screaming. 'Great he is drunk' thought Jack.
" John ! I'd like to say it's a pleasure to see you but my mum always told me not to lie" Jack replied smiling.
" Ah Ah very funny Harkness, it almost made me laugh" John replied, walking pas Jack into the flat, inviting himself in. Jack must have looked annoyed because Henry offered his help.
"Do you want me to take care of him ?" He asked.
" No don't worry, I'll be fine" smiled Jack.
" It's okay you can go home. Say hello to Elizabeth and the girls" Jack continued, squeezing quickly his shoulder.
" Good night Mr Harkness" Henry replied walking casually to the elevator.
Jack chuckled softly, as he said, always here if you needed him. But his smile soon fell off his face as he remembered John. God he wasn't in the mood to deal with him.

He walked back in his flat, letting his bags next to the other. As he stepped in his lounge, John put some music, far too loud for his and his neighbours' liking, and began to dance. Being drunk made him looked more like a completely idiot wiggling furiously his but.

" John what are you doing ?!" John snapped, switching off the music.

" Come on it's our song !"complained John like a petulant child.

"We don't have a song and we did have a song it wouldn't be that song !" Snapped back Jack.

" You're no fun. Sexual frustration doesn't suit you. You know I can fix that" replied John with a wink, wiggling his eyebrows subjectively.

" Thanks but no thanks."

"Oh come on can you please stop brooding over that guy you're pathetic."

" I wish I could forget him" replied Jack standing at the window, looking blankly at the city.

"I could make you forget him" offered John stepping behind him, putting his hands on his hips.

"No I don't want to get more frustrated" Jack replied, pushing him away.

"As if !"

"John go home." Jack replied with an icy voice going back to his staring.

"You're such a drama queen" sighed John before leaving the flat.

Jack sighed loudly. He was pathetic wasn't he ? He knew it but somehow the thought of Ianto always made shivers running down his spine. He couldn't help it. And that was the most frustrating. 'It's been two mouths. Fuck Harkness take a bloody grip !' Great now he was mourning again. He wasn't even feeling like eating. Instead he went to bed, dreams haunted by deep blue eyes looking straight at him with so much lust and something else Jack couldn't put his finger on.

Jack started his day like all the others. Running, shower, breakfast and most of all... Coffee. Jack loved coffee bur ironically he was rubbish at making it 'Well you can't be handsome, talented, a great cook, fantastic in bed AND at the same time be a coffee god. No body is perfect after all' He often told himself, chuckling.

He made his way out of the building and walked casually in the streets.

He was wearing tight dark blue jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket. Sun glasses on, a genuine grin on his face. The perfect hollywood star look.

He loved London covered with morning lights. Contrary to most popular belief, it wasn't always raining in London. Today was a good day, not too cold, not too hot, perfect. A soft wind was running through his hair, messing it. But he didn't care. As he said he was home, and it was a good day. His gaze strolled around the street. People were walking fast, going to work. People were chatting in their phone. A man was too busy reading news paper that he didn't see the light turning red, making the drivers honk loudly in frustration. Busy streets. But somehow this rush wasn't affecting Jack. It was a good day what spoiling it with that load of stress ? And anyway how could someone get that angry first thing in the morning ?

Like that short guy who was almost barking at a young man who had hustled him accidentally. As if he had made it on purpose ! He was even bending to help him short his paper out.

Jack let his gaze running down this nice body wrapped in a well-tailored suit. Broad shoulder, long legs, white silky skin and what a gorgeous ass ! 'It looks good enough to eat' Jack though playfully smiling 'Whaou Harkness you actually spotted a man without mentally comparing him to Ianto. Maybe you're getting over him, finally ?' He though, his smile fading a little. Maybe he didn't want to forget Ianto after all.

The short barking man was just being a prat so the other just gave up and got up, brushing the dirt off his suit. He apologised one last time before turning around. Green eyes met deep blue ones. Time stopped. Jack gasped. Not that unfamiliar. Not at all.

'' Ianto ?'' he whispered, a shock expression on his face. But before he could even confirmed it was really him, arms were thrown over him and holding him tightly.

'' Jack ! It's so good to see you !'' a high-pitched Welsh voice filled his ears. He sighed happily, as he recognized it. God it'd been far too long since he last heard those strong and beautiful Welsh vowels.

'' I missed you so much'' it said whispered in his ear. He smiled.

''I missed you too Gwen'' hugging his friend slash agent back.

Then he remembered that guy and opened his eyes expectantly. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was finally going to see him again. But his flashing hope crashed painfully on the floor as he discovered that he wasn't here anymore. Phew... gone. Like he hadn't been standing there seconds ago. Even the short man wasn't here anymore. Had he dreamed it all ?

''Jack ?'' He heard Gwen's worried voice.

'' Yeah ?'' he turned back toward her, faking this dashing smile of his.

''Are you alright ? You seemed to be off'' she asked taking his hands in hers. He squeezed back reassuringly.

''Yeah sorry I thought I recognize some one''

''Okay. Are you coming in ? We need to prepare your next convention'' she tugged gently on his hand, turning to the entrance of the Boeshane Agency.

''Right''

''Oh and I need to talk to you about the party for Owen tonight'' she added with a wicked grin.

Seeing her face, he laughed.

''Okay what did you plan ? That look on your face doesn't mean something good.''

''Come on I'm not that bad'' she wailed.

''Spill the beans''

'' I hired a singer to serenade him at the private party we are throwing after the reception. Don't want to shock people with a heavy drunk Owen, do we ?'' She said, her smile deepening.

''You did what ?'' he laughed.

''What ? Me and Tosh though it might be fun an she introduced me one of her friend and he his great. I might take care of his career if he does good tonight.''

''You're right. It's gonna be fucking awesome for us. I can't wait to see the look on his face when that guy sing to him. Oh my go Mr.I-hold-my-asscheeks-well-tight-because-I'm-not-bloody-gay is gonna kill you'' he brust out giggling.

''I knew you'd agree'' she laughed with him.

''We have to film that !''

''Don't worry, I've taken care of everything, it's gonna be great'' she smiled.

''I don't doubt that'' he replied brushing out the tears he shade from laughing too hard.

His eyes hurt as bright light kept on flashing on his face. Hands buried in his trousers' pocket, standing in a casual pose. He didn't really like that kind of reception. Everything was faked. Fake dashing smile with fake white teeth. Fake laughs with people you were pretending to like. Even, sometimes, relationship you were faking to protect your real one. ''Just wear something nice, smile that dashing grin of yours, and be handsome as always'' Gwen once told him ''You'll survive it, don't worry''. So he did as he was told without a complain. How could he complain anyway ? 'Oh poor Jack you're so famous, people can't help taking picture of you and admiring you. Oh poor sod your life is hell really !' As id someone would tell him this. His life was great, right ? And anyway, it didn't matter, he had chosen it.

He saluted the paps, as he always did and walked on the red carpet towards the entrance. Once, safe from the photographs' assault he relaxed and massaged his jaw, god if he kept smiling like that he was going to get a cramp. He spotted Owen who was fidgeting with his bow tie. An old habit he had when he was nervous. He walked to him and slapped his hands away.

''Stop it the movie is great'' he reassured him, smoothing the bow to make it look perfect.

''I'm not nervous'' Owen growled

''Of course you aren't'' Jack smiled back.

''Okay maybe I'm nervous, but just a tiny bit'' Owen sighed ''Anyway don't you have some alcohol ?'' he sighed, touching Jack's chest and hips, trying to find something to make him relax.

''Owen are you trying to get into my pants ? Not that I mind the audience of course'' Jack smiled, raising his eyebrows subjectively.

''In your dreams Harkness''

''Oh we could do what I've dreamt about last night. It might need more people though.''

''God Jack I don't need those mental images !'' Owen wailed pushing him away from him. Jack just chuckled. Being naughty was always his way to kill nervousness.

''At least for a moment you forget that your movie might be crap and that you're gonna be humiliated for the rest of your life'' Jack said with a serious tone but his eyes gave him away.

'' You suck at comforting people you know that''

''Well I can suck something else'' winked Jack.

''Stop it !'' cried out Owen.

''Please Tosh save me from that sick man'' he called a beautiful Japanese woman, walking towards them with a black dress and red high hills.

She really looked like a princess in that outfit. Her dress was a stapless one, with lace swaying softy with her step. Making her look like a dark majestic swan.

''What happening gentlemen ?'' she smiled, joining them, putting her well manicured hand on Owen's right shoulder.

''Jack is putting horrible images in my mind.'' Owen pouted.

'' Ah I see. The scandalous innuendo method to make you relax. You do know it's sexual harassment, don't you ?'' she chuckled.

'' It's not sexual harassment if you enjoy it'' winked Jack. Taking her left hand in his, and placing a chaste kiss on it, like a proper gentleman.

''Hello miss. You do look stunning tonight'' he continued, smiling friendly at her, his warm and true smile.

''That you. You're not bad yourself.'' she blushed.

'' Just saying the truth, right Owen ?''

'' Yeah, you do look incredible, Miss Sato'' the Londoner smile fondly at his friend. She kissed his cheek in response.

''Oi ! Why did he get a kiss and not me ?'' Jack pouted, looking adorable.

''Don't want to ruin your 'I'm a big gay boy' reputation'' she chuckled. But before he could replied, Gwen joined them hugging tightly Owen.

''Here the star of the day is. Can't wait to see the movie'' She said in a oh so joyful tone.

''Yeah right. Is there any booze out there ? Or do I have to stick to water while I embarrassed myself in front of everyone. Humiliation is easier to swallow with goo wiskey'' he replied, sarcasms filling his voice.

''Oh come on Owen don't be so sceptical. It's gonna be great.'' They all replied at the same time, forming one voice.

They were used to it by now. Owen might seemed to be confident, always chatting up the most beautiful woman but when it came to his job, he always thought it was crap and deeply needed his friends' comfort. But with the childhood he had had to live through who could blame him ? His dad had ran away when he was a baby and his mother never had been a kind woman who would told his son she loved him and that she was proud of him. Not very easy to be confident when you are always told what you do is shite. He had worked hard to be standing here. All this fame, all this talent, all due to his work and only that. So he could be proud of himself really. He deserved it. More that a lot of famous people.

''Right guys I think we should go sit down before Owen freaked out and run away.'' Gwen joked, trying to light up the mood.

They all nodded and start to walk. Tosh took Owen's arm and let him lead her to their seat. At least, THAT, brought a smile on his face. Looking back, Jack couldn't help smile at his friends. After all this time spend at turning around each other, maybe they were finally moving in the same direction, together.

As they all said, it was a great movie. An awesome drama and romantic movie that had made their heart ache. Almost everybody had teary eyes at the end and surely every women had actually cried during it. Even Owen gad admitted that it wasn't too bad. And from Owen, it was a huge compliment. He never ever commented his job just to say awful things. But he was absolutely incredible in the role of a terrified fiancé, desperate to save his loved one from the claws of an inevitable death. Fighting doctors and diagnostics to make his girl's life better, happier until the end. Yeah... Heartbreaking.

But now wasn't the time for sob and grief. Now was the time for alcohol, music and a hell of a good laugh during Owen's serenade. This party was private. Only Owen's closest friends were invited. Wich consist on Gwen and her boyfriend Rhys, Kathy ( Owen's partner in There is nothing surgery can do), Martha and her husband Mickey (or Mickey Mouse as Jack liked to call him), Donna and John Smith (or the Doctor as he was called), Tosh, Jack and of course John Hart had tagged along een if he wasn't invited. He was fun when he was drunk so it was okay.

That little team had changed in more casual clothes and went to Gwen and Rhys' house. Jack was wearing a V shape burgundy jersey, tight black jeans, black leather shoes and a grey suit jacket. He was breathtaking even if he was a little tipsy.

Jack wasn't much of a drinker. So it was quite easy to get him drunk. John had often taken advantage of this but well Jack hadn't really complained at the time. Ah young and far too much naïve ha had been. But now it was over and he would never let John trick him again.

However, tonight he hadn't stick to water as he usually did, but he wasn't properly drunk though. He wanted to be as clean as possible to see the little performance for Owen. He certainly didn't want to miss that, not for the world. He couldn't say the same about Owen unfortunately. Poor sod didn't know what was coming. But it was probably for the best.

'Now was time to have a good laugh' he thought as Gwen made Owen si in the middle of the room. Tosh stood beside him already giggling.

"So this singer, is your friend?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah. We were in Uni together and had the same dream. But he didn't get the same luck as me. "However he is fantastic. You're gonna love him" she sighed.

"I don't doubt that" he replied kissing the top of her head.

"I just wish I could do more to help him. But he want to do it himself" she sighed.

He was about to reply but the music started and he grabbed his phone, planing on recording the all thing. But what came wasn't what he was expecting, not at all. He froze, his arm falling back to his side.

" Here we go again

I kinda wanna be more that friends

So take it easy on me

I'm afraid you're never satisfied

Here we go again

We're sick like animals. We play pretend

You're just like a cannibal

And I'm afraid I wont get out alive

No, I won't sleep tonight"

That voice. That voice that had haunted him for weeks.

"Oh Oh I want some more

Oh Oh what are we waintin' for ?

Take a bite of my arse tonight

Oh Oh I want some more

Oh Oh what are you waitin' for ?

Say goodbye to my heart tonight"

Here was Jones, Ianto Jones serenading a mortified Owen, trying his best to hide himself. Laughs and whistles filling as Ianto subjectively. He changed the lyrics and danced around Owen. He was great, funny, talented and … beautiful. But Jack couldn't move, or even think... He was just too shocked.

"Here we go again

I feel the alcohol kickin' in

It's getting hotter

I wanna rub and ride, I wanna rub and ride

I do it every time, you're fucking me now !

And I won't be denied by you

The animal inside of you

Oh Oh I want some more

Oh Oh what are you waiting for ?

Take a bite of my arse tonight

Oh Oh I want some more

Oh Oh what are you waiting for ?

What are you waiting for ?

Say goodbye to my heart tonight"

Ianto had dragged Owen out of his chair trying to make him dance, holding him so tight, so close to him that all Jack wanted to do was to push him away from h... from Ianto. He couldn't help the pang of jealousy in his chest. He, at least, had to admit tha t Ianto was playing it well and that his voice was as beautiful as the last time he had heard it. Even if they could all hear he was trying not to laugh.

"Hush Hush. The world is quiet

Hush Hush we both can't fight it

It's us, we've made a mess

Why can't you understand ?

Whaou I won't sit for a long time

I won't sleep tonight"

The innuendos were absolutely not disguised. But this was the funniest. Inside, Ianto was so embarrassed of saying all those things in front of people he didn't know. But he couldn't stop his wicked smile from raising.

"Here we go again

Oh Oh I want some more

Oh Oh what are you waitin' for ?

Take a bite of my arse tonight

Oh Oh I want some more

Oh Oh what are you waitin' for ?

What are you waintin' for ?

Say hello to my wild side tonight..."

As he sang the last word, the room exploded in laughs, whistles and loud claps. Even Owen was applauding him, nodding his head reassuring him before turning to glare at Gwen. His eyes were cold but his smile gave him away. As far as this had been embarrasing, he had loved the surprise. Well maybe next time, he'd prefer a woman but anyway it was funny.

Ianto turned around saluting and searching Tosh, then he froze. Just a few steps away was standing a shocked, but handsome man. Blue eyes locked with green ones. Memories flashed in his mind. ' This is him' Ianto thought 'This is him, really him'. He couldn't believe it. All those weeks trying to convince himself that the Jack he had slept with wasn't Jack Harkness. That he would never come back at The Stopwatch. That it was just a line. All this hard work on trying to forget but failing miserably. He couldn't deny it anymore. He knew Owen Harper and Jack Harkness were friends, it was all over the tabloid.

"Shit" muttered Ianto.

"Fuck" sighed Jack.

TBC

Et voilà :)

Sorry if you liked the original song, maybe I got a little carried away. Anyway please tell me what you think about this. If you like how the boys meet again, what do you think about the tiny bit of Towen (I know it's not big yet) and what you think will happen later ? Maybe ?