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WHERE: Torchwood New Moore
WHEN: Saturday, April 28th
WHO: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones
WHAT: Jack does his job and Ianto tries to make him not.. do that.
WARNINGS: It's Jack and Ianto. It's probably gonna get steamy. Just on the safe side, nsfw.

Despite the beaches and the lovely weather, and even lovelier locals, the Time Agent known as Jack Harkness was busy at work when there was a perfectly good vacationing spot just nearby. Upon arriving, he'd picked up many fragments of evidence on his vortex manipulator that suggested the presence of time travelers here on the island, and in a surprising amount as well. Scans had suggested one of them would be easier to track down and arrest than the other two, though that could have potential in of itself. But no, for now, fun would have to wait.

He tracked the lone traveler, having spoken with him a bit, to an odd building. It was a large warehouse with a weird little coffee shoppe attached to it that he had been led to. There was evidence of the man everywhere in the shoppe, but nowhere was he to be found. The trail of evidence sprawled into another room, which, while locked, was easily taken care of with a few careful maneuvers with his vortex manipulator. With his sonic blaster at the ready, Jack pushed into the warehouse with ease and stealth, looking about carefully for him.

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For a time, Ianto did not notice his visitor. He was completely involved in his hunt for Mairwyn's stolen dimensional transporter. Currently he was flipping through the files in Jack's desk. What he found confirmed his suspicions. Wrong reality. Apparently he was back in some subversive reality where he had foolishly declined Mairwyn's offer.

It was at that desk Jack was likely to find him, rooting through drawers. Whatever was going on, this was still clearly a Torchwood Hub, and if the device was anywhere it would be here.

The sound of rummaging had alerted Jack to his prey's position. Not very clever now, was he? Carefully, Jack weaved his way through the aisles and around the boxes and stacks of paper and garbage, consulting his vortex manipulator nearly every step of the way. It took him only a moment to confirm his target before he stepped out, his blaster aimed squarely at Ianto.

"Freeze. Jack Harkness, Time Agency. Drop whatever it is you're holding, place your hands on your head and turn around. Now. Any attempts to escape or attack will be met with force." Man that always felt good to say.

Ianto sighed, irritably, eyes still on the contents of the drawer, even as his hand slipped into it, looking for anything useful he could drag from it before Jack approached.

"I am sure you would enjoy that. Even as a Time Agent you are the same overconfident bastard. Go bother some one else."

"I'm afraid that I can't do that. Hands on your head. NOW." What was this guy's deal with him? He hadn't met him before, had he? It was hard to tell... he'd met so many lovely people over the years, though as with the Aisling girl, it was difficult to say whether he knew him in the future or whether it was an alternate timeline. It was intriguing, however, and was something that had always kind of piqued his interest.

"I'm not fucking around. I've got a sonic blaster and your non-cooperation means a rather interestingly-shaped hole through your midsection. Turn around. NOW."

He had seen what Jack was capable of. Or at least some of it. That was the only reason Ianto decided to finally turn around, eyes on the wall, rather than on Jack. He did not trust himself.

"Shoot first, ask questions later. I'm sure you solve a lot of problems that way. Don't you, Jack?"

He raised his hands slowly, mind working away at how he could get out of this one. If Mairwyn did not interfere.

Jack couldn't keep the curl from the corner of his lip as he met with a true and proper image of the man he'd been seeking. He was good looking. Really good looking. And a sharp dresser, too. No. Work first. "You'd be surprised at what people will do when you threaten them with a gun. I find that it gets results faster than regular diplomacy. Especially with more uncooperative suspects."

He nodded downward. "Slowly. I want to see your papers. Identification. Itinerary. Means of travel."

"So would I. But we seem to both be out of luck today, because as long as you are pointing that at me I can not find any of them, and as long as I do not find them, you will not see them."

The words were paired with a wry, unamused smile. He liked Jack better when the man was not pointing guns at him.

Latching his fingertips behind his head, he kept as bored and blank an expression as he could.

"Do you really think I would be standing around here talking to you if I had a means of leaving?

"Stranger things have happened," Jack said, his voice low, though with a playful little lilt to it. He was making fun of him -- Jack didn't like that. Why couldn't it get to the fun parts without all of the mess and drama beforehand?

"Maybe not, but if you'll recall, I did ask for your itinerary. The timeline is fragile, and I can't have some vacationer assassinating Hitler or barbecuing a dinosaur." He adjusted his aim and grip on his weapon, narrowing his gaze. "Do I really need to repeat myself?"

Ianto knew that lilt, and he was doing his best not to hear it. He was not going to fall for Jack. Not this time. Not now, especially.

"I did not come to this destination by choice, as you may recall if you paid any attention at all." The dinosaur comment made a memory of he and Jack working togetherto catc Myfawny and he quickly shoved it from his mind.

"Doyou really need to train a gun on an unarmed and non-threatening individual? Seems a bit like you're compensating."

"You wish. I'm only doing my job, sweetheart." A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his weapon and moved forward to pat Ianto down, starting at his chest and moving down his waist and hips. He dove into his pockets, one by one, digging out his belongings; the pocketwatch, a small diary or planner, and a gun that Jack deposited heavily on the desk.

"Unarmed? Nice try. Now turn around." Jack kept his weapon trained on Ianto as he fished a pair of handcuffs from his coat. "Anything else you'd like to volunteer before I find it myself?"

Ianto turned. Slowly. He still appeared unconcerned despite the way his heart was rabbiting in his chest. Keeping his tone as light and dry as he could, Ianto trained his eyes on the ceiling.

"If it was loaded I would have used it by now. You are not going to find any time traveling devices on me, sorry offisir."

Jack's eyes narrowed at the back of Ianto's chest. He didn't like the way he was being talked to, and the ferocity by which he grabbed one of Ianto's wrists and twisted it down and behind his back to cuff him, clearly showed his frustration.

"Then what? Kicked out of the taxi for not having fare? If you haven't got means of travel, how'd you get here, then? And don't try to tell me you didn't travel. I've got scans that can tell otherwise."

All his false bravado and outward appearance aside, the action makes Ianto groan and arch back to lessen the tension on his arm.

"If I knew I would not be here. I was not trying to go anywhere. Or when. It just happened." It was not the entire truth, but it was close. He was trying to return to Mairwyn and somehow wound up stuck here with no trace of the device.

Jack was unsympathetic. He set his gun down to grab Ianto's other wrist and loop it behind his back to lock it with the other. "That's not usually how it works." He raised an eyebrow and tugged Ianto over to the office chair, pushing him into it. "So then tell me your story. You've got a little time to kill." Jack sat on the desk, picking up his gun and lazily aiming at Ianto. "Convince me why I shouldn't call the Time Agency right now."

Ianto's eyes went briefly to the gun as he sonsidered whether or not he would be able to grab it. Not likely with his hands behind his back. He couldn't tell Jack his story, either. He would have to make something up.

"Have you heard of Torchwood?"

Jack raised an eyebrow at him and cocked his head. "Never heard of it. What is it? Something you're a part of?" He lazily tapped his gun against his leg, but looked interested nevertheless. "What's it got to do with anything?"

"It's an organization created to protect humans on Earth from the threat of hostile aliens." Ianto tilted his head down, his shoulders dropping ever so slightly with the weight of memories. Gestures that were symbolic, automatic, and in his case, a bit emphasized.

"We were attacked by Cybermen, overpowered. We never stooda chance." He let his breath hitch just the slightest, like a man holding back far too much emotion. It was easy to draw on the memories of the very real pain and fear.

"Lisa-." He stopped. Swallowed. And for a moment that pained silence was all too real.

"I just wanted to fix it. To make it right again."

Jack's face fell. This was why he was partnered with John. John was unhinged, unsympathetic, totally, and completely heartless. He knew about Cybermen, of course. Who didn't? This was a man who had seen a lot... seen people he loved die, or worse. How he managed to get away was beyond him, but Jack could feel that he was very lucky to have escaped.

"And how, exactly, were you planning on doing that? You said you time traveled by accident."

"I said I traveled here, by accident." Ianto was careful not to raise his voice, his tone shaky, soft, eyes still on the floor as though he did not want to be seen this way.

"There was this person." He tried to place what he could remember of Jack's Doctor. No way he was going to give up Mairwyn. "A man from another time. He offered me a chance to save her. I thought if I could just warn them not to turn the machine on again..." He shook his head.

"All those people... I had to try something."

And there he lets his voice crack. Ianto Jones. The man who lies. He had been doing it for so long now, he had no qualms about using it again if it meant he could escape.

"But I was afraid." He dropped his voice to a whisper of shame. "I could not do it. I never meant to use it. I tried to give it back. To ask him to tell them. Why would they ever believe me? It just happened. And then I was here. No where near London."

Jack's frown drew deeper into his face. "If that's what it was... why were you being so hostile before?" He knelt down in front of him, setting his gun up on the desk. "I would have offered to help. People messing about with the timeline, enslavement, genocide... that's the sort of thing that I work against. Listen..." He lifted a hand to his face to lift the Welshman's gaze to him. "I'm sorry that this happened to you... but I'll do my best to help you, all right?" He smiled kindly at him.

"Could you tell me your name?"

Damn. There was more than one reason he had been avoiding Jack's bright, kind eyes. So much younger than he had ever seen them. He swallowed, felt like he was drowning in Jack's gaze. He could feel his traitorous hear flip in his chest. It hurt.

Damn him.

"Because I know you. I know who you are. What you are. What you're willing to do. I've been warned about you, Jack Harkness."

Jack drew back, his brow furrowed. Warned? About him? That all seemed... somewhat unlikely, considering he was just another Time Agent. He searched Ianto's face, trying to discern some kind of probable answer to this question.

"I... I don't understand. How do you know me? I've never seen you before in my life."

Ianto gave a low, unamused laugh, averting his eyes, a sinking weight in the pit of his stomach. No! No. Damn him. Jack deserved all of his anger.

"You travel through Time, Jack. Did you really think you would never meet people who had already met you from your future?"

He didn't think he'd be travelling forever. "It's messy crossing time streams." He was curious, however...

"So when you know me..." He gave a playful little smile. "What am I like? Are we friends?"

Ianto just stares at him for a moment. What in any of how he responded to the man, would make him think they were friends.

"You are arrogant, reckless with the lives of others, flippant with your loyalties and a bastard who likes to pretend he's a hero.."

No charming lies here. Just the obvious bitter sting of truths, some real and others imagined or forcefully convinced.

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