A/N This takes place after Gwen saw the Weevil in the hospital. (Season 1, the first episode). It won't be hard to figure out the other things... weeell, the things I want you to figure out, at least.
Same And Still So Different
"Your coffee, sir," Ianto said softly as he entered Jack's office. His steps were soundless, a skill he'd picked up after going through things in his life he didn't as much as want to think about, careful. He didn't want to startle the other man who was currently staring at the wall with a dreamy smile on his face. However, his skills were in no use with the immortal and Jack broke from his dreamland nevertheless.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Jack asked, his eyes unseeing the other man and yet boring holes in his scull.
"Of course, sir."
And he did. He remembered their first meeting, both times. He recalled the playful and cocky Jack from the first first time they had met and nothing could erase from his memories the day he saw this Jack, so similar and yet so different from his one. It had been painful, still was to one degree, but he'd accepted it... his Jack was gone.
A smile twisted his lips. A butler smile- imperfect in its perfectness. He placed the cup on the desk and left, his mind drifting to the first time he had met his Jack. It was okay, though, because judging from the soft smile spread on his lips, this Jack wasn't thinking about him either.
The cafe was medium sized, the colors of the walls were warm and created a homey feeling, the waiters were always smiling. Nothing out of the ordinary, but for Ianto it was a dream come true. When he was little he always said that when he grew up he was going to hunt monsters for a living and help damsels in distress. After he got older he realized that the only monsters in this world were humans and after Lisa... well, let's say he had found out that he wasn't much into damsels, either. Especially cheating damsels. And just like that the dream of his life had changed a little.
He took in the appearance of the man who had just entered his cafe. Dark, unruly hair, begging him to run his fingers through it, long greatcoat on broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes. He smirked, definitely not a damsel. Ianto rested a hand on Kate's shoulder, one of his waitress who was heading the stranger's way, took her notepad and after straightening his suit approached the man.
"Would you like something, sir?" he asked, taking full advantage of his accent that he knew affected most people. When the stranger lifted his head, his eyes slightly darker than when he'd entered the shop, he knew it'd worked. The man looked him up and down appraisingly before his eyes rested on Ianto's face and he smiled seductively.
"Depends. Do you have tall, dark and sexy in the menu?" The man's voice was rough and send shivers down Ianto's spine.
"I think we do, sir." Ianto returned the smirk and bent over slightly, reaching for the menu. The man's aftershave hit him straight in the face and he had to stop himself from sniffing him, it smelt too good. Mentally noting to ask the other for the name of the shop from which he had brought it, Ianto leafed through the pages before he found the one he was searching for and straightened. The man appeared slightly dazed as he gazed at the page and particularly at a cocktail called "Tall, Dark and Sexy". There was an amused smile on his lips when he lifted his head.
"Cocky little thing, aren't you?"
"Yes, but you may call me Ianto Jones, too."
The stranger laughed and stretched his hand. "Cap'n Jack Harkness."