Ianto Mine - 2/8


Author: Daniela
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Janto
Rating: PG
Category: Angst, Romance, Humour
Series/Sequel: Yes
Summary: Intimate Fragments
Warning: Slash, M/M
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, especially Ianto. I wouldn´t mind Gareth as well.
Feedback: Is the button on the top.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Beta: badly_knitted
Word Count: 1.020
Released: November 2010



One day Gwen joined their team. Jack was very fond of her and made a big scene of the welcome ritual. Well, he was a bit of a show-off, wasn´t he? Nonchalantly demonstrative, Jack introduced Suzie, Owen and Tosh, and saved him for last. "And this is Ianto Jones. Ianto cleans up after us and gets us everywhere on time."

"I try my best." He showed his most charming smile.

"And he looks good in a suit."

Ianto kept smiling. A casually flirting Jack he could handle any time. It was never serious enough to be a threat. "Careful, that´s harassment, sir." He caught a glimpse of Jack´s amusement and Gwen´s curiosity. He realised that she sensed instantly that there was more to him than just being the tea boy. Clever girl.

Gwen had a comforting warmth and kindness about her, which reminded Ianto of his sister. Jack´s affection for her didn´t bother him. Maybe Jack would transfer his attention to Gwen and finally leave him alone. He had come way too close in the last weeks, almost finding out that Ianto was hiding Lisa in the basement. That´s why he was more than glad about Jack´s freshest crush.

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Quickly Ianto figured out that Gwen was everything he was not. She talked a lot, showed her feelings at any time, laughed frequently, and won people over easily. He certainly possessed none of those attributes. He was like a ghost keeping to the shadows. He was invisible. That´s me. The cliché of a nerd.

Gwen was nosy, too, starting asking questions about Jack soon. "You don´t know anything?" she complained one opportune moment at lunch. Jack had just left the table.

Ianto concentrated on chewing his food.

"Not who he is, not where he´s from. Nothing, except him being gay," Owen said casually, deliberately testing her.

"No, he´s not," Gwen denied without having any knowledge in this matter. "Really, do you think?"

"No," Tosh said. "Owen does, I don´t."

"And I don´t care." Ianto didn´t know why he had just said that. That had been really stupid. Suspicious as well. Gwen glanced briefly at him. Ianto stared at his plate, chewing without tasting anything. Only someone who is gay would say something like that. And I´m not gay, am I? He felt a blush creeping up his neck.

Gwen turned her attention back to Owen and they continued discussing Jack.

"He used to be something big in the CIA. That´s what I reckon," Ianto chipped in, showing off a bit himself. Shut up. Just chew your food.

Everybody stared at him. Ianto swallowed. Oh bloody me.

The possessed girl in her cell cried out. Everybody´s attention was drawn to the screen of the monitoring camera.

Thank God! Ianto swallowed. Don´t do that again. You can´t be in the limelight. You can´t be part of them.

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Ianto had been daydreaming about saving Lisa and living happily ever after with her, when the possessed girl followed by Jack burst in. In the girl´s grip was the jar with the distasteful hand. Jack´s property. Ianto kept his composure. "Do you need me to do any attacking, sir?"

"Appreciate the offer. Just open the door."

Ianto obeyed but the girl smashed the jar before she ran out. Jack screamed in agony. The team rushed after the girl. Only Ianto stayed with Jack. "I´ll fetch another jar, sir."

"Quickly, Ianto." Jack focused on the hand. The hand was moving. It was utterly creepy. Ianto was glad he could leave.

A few minutes later, he was back and helped Jack to put the dripping hand into the jar. "Sorry, it´s a bit small." Ianto was careful not to touch the hand himself.

"Don´t look so disgusted," Jack scolded softly. "It belonged to the Doctor."

"Mm-mm." Yeah, right, why should I care?

"Let´s see if the team needs any assistance."

"Yes, sir." He went for the door.

"Not outside. With the technical equipment."

"Oh." Ianto walked into the tunnel. Jack followed him. "That suit fits you very well."

"Thank you, sir."

Jack chuckled. "No, thank you."

Is he staring at my butt? Ianto quickened his pace. This is more than awkward. This was not in my job description. Hastily he sat down, handling the computer.

Jack stayed close, breathing down his neck.

Ianto´s crotch prickled agreeably, while his fingers ran the computer like a maniac, praying for the team to hurry back, to save him from this aching intimacy. Oh Lisa. This is hell!



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Ianto enjoyed the times when they were all having pizza at the Hub. He knew he wasn´t really a part of the team, but sometimes he just hated to be alone. Only Jack noticed he was a living and breathing human being. Actually even Myfanwy got more attention than he did. But this was necessary. Lisa was more important than making friends. Being a witness to how Jack was all over Gwen when they were shooting for practice didn´t bother him. He wasn´t in love with Jack. He loved Lisa. So he looked at the monitor the whole time, watching them, noticing how uncomfortable Jack was making Gwen, and felt nothing, nothing at all.
But later, when he tried to get Jack´s attention, while he was putting the strange device into the safe, it hurt him a little, that he failed again. Jack only had eyes for Gwen. Well, Gwen had no problem in showing her sorrow, so maybe it was his own fault. This intensified his determination to turn Lisa back as soon as possible. He wanted to leave Torchwood. He wanted to leave Jack Harkness. He needed to leave before it was too late to keep himself from falling for Jack. That was a price too high to pay, even for Lisa. But a price he was more and more willing to pay gladly with every day he was staying at Jack´s side. Therefore he let Jack take care of Gwen without the smallest complaint. It was better this way. Safer. Jack Harkness was not meant for him. No. I belong to Lisa. Nothing can change that. Not ever.

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