Killing the Blues - TW AU - part 1
Title: Killing the Blues - Part 1
Torchwood - AU fic
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Jake & Lucy (OC’s)
Rating: G
Authors notes: This is my first ever fic which has been designed as an AU from the outset. I’m hoping that if my muse behaves itself it will develop into a much larger story. Eventually there will be appearances by Gwen, Rhys, Owen, Tosh and Andy. The rating will also probably change.
Ianto picked up his mug of coffee and walked through to his office. Hidden away at the back of his house it was larger than it appeared, housing a large drafting table, one wall was full of high spec computer equipment and another one was covered by floor to ceiling shelving weighed down with drawing equipment, computer manuals and files.
Switching on his computer he settled down to work. Ianto Jones loved his work, working for himself he combined old fashioned artwork with state of the art computer design and programming. Soon after he first started ten years ago he ended up turning work away, simply getting too many enquiries for his considerable talents he now picked and chose who he worked for.
Opening his email he smiled as he saw a message from Jake. They had been friends since childhood Jake was the polar opposite of Ianto. Loud, brash; straight, the redheaded journalist and the dark haired artist had been inseparable as children and still kept in constant touch as adults.
I
His Lordship has told me that I MUST go to a ghastly charity function this evening. Lucy can’t come with me, you’ve GOT to come in her place.
I know you hate these things but PRETTY PLEASE.
Kisses, J
Ianto picked up his phone and dialled.
“What’s it worth if I come this evening then?”
“Some of that horribly expensive coffee you seem to adore. Please Ianto.”
He smiled, and laughed.
“Not fair Jake. You know I’d do anything for that coffee. And to hear you plead too.”
“I’ll pick you up at 7, wear your DJ. You never know there may be some hot guys there.”
Ianto sighed,
“I’ll come, just don’t try to set me up ok, and email me what it’s about. You know I hate going in to social events blind.”
“Ok hotshot, see you later.”
Ianto grinned as Jake hung up, the other man was as energetic and hyperactive as always.
He buried himself in his work, breaking for a quick lunch, his day was taken up switching between computers and paper as always, quietly creating beautiful things.
It got to 6 in the evening, dark grey eyes flickered over his email Inbox before he logged off. There was a request he’d been expecting, one of his regular clients had phoned him earlier in the week to say that they had recommended him to the Director of an exclusive private school. They had asked that if possible he take on this job, because they had been extremely impressed with the work he’d done for their company. Ianto had assured them that he would be able to squeeze a new client in somewhere and had managed to keep his regular people happy.
He clicked the message open, scanning it quickly. It was a short outline of a request for a complete re-branding of the school. Sighing he closed his eyes briefly, this would not be a short job. He gave a final glance to the name at the end before he switched off. Jack Harkness, Director, Torchwood School.
Ianto laid out his DJ, immaculate white shirt and bowtie on the bed. Heading through to his bathroom he stripped and got in the shower. He loved showering and had indulged in a massive state of the art shower and cubicle when he had renovated his house. Jake had teased him mercilessly about the orgies he must have in it given the amount of space in it. He hadn’t laughed so much when he’d used it though, but still hadn’t managed to convince Lucy that they needed one.
Just as he finished putting on his bowtie, with a certainty and expertise that few people had, he heard the hoot of a car horn. He grabbed his key’s, wallet and phone and headed out to Jake’s car.
Ianto raised an eyebrow at the big grin on his friends face.
“I don’t know what that’s about,” he nodded at the grin, “you realise how much you owe me for this don’t you.”
“Oh yeah,” Jake laughed in reply as they tore through Cardiff, with total disregard to the speed regulations. Ianto sat quietly with a small smile on his face, log being used to the redhead’s hair-raising driving.
The parked at the hotel where the event was being held, Jake handed him the creams embossed invitation and they joined the throng of well dressed people heading inside.
A low murmur of conversation hit him, he picked up a drink and realised that he was separated from Jake already. He wasn’t entirely sure why his friend continued to invite his to these events in Lucy’s absence. They only ever met up at the meal and at the end of the evening.
He sighed and headed over to the seating plans to see whether he recognised who they were seated with. As he stood looking at it, someone bumped into his arm. Turning he was met with a shining white grin and an incredible pair of blue-grey eyes.
“I’m sorry,” the stranger drawled as he held out a hand, “Jack Harkness.”
Ianto started as he recognised the name. He blinked, in surprise, the man was gorgeous.
“Ianto Jones,” he said, softly but clearly, gently pushing past the American.
Torchwood - AU fic
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Jake & Lucy (OC’s)
Rating: G
Authors notes: This is my first ever fic which has been designed as an AU from the outset. I’m hoping that if my muse behaves itself it will develop into a much larger story. Eventually there will be appearances by Gwen, Rhys, Owen, Tosh and Andy. The rating will also probably change.
Ianto picked up his mug of coffee and walked through to his office. Hidden away at the back of his house it was larger than it appeared, housing a large drafting table, one wall was full of high spec computer equipment and another one was covered by floor to ceiling shelving weighed down with drawing equipment, computer manuals and files.
Switching on his computer he settled down to work. Ianto Jones loved his work, working for himself he combined old fashioned artwork with state of the art computer design and programming. Soon after he first started ten years ago he ended up turning work away, simply getting too many enquiries for his considerable talents he now picked and chose who he worked for.
Opening his email he smiled as he saw a message from Jake. They had been friends since childhood Jake was the polar opposite of Ianto. Loud, brash; straight, the redheaded journalist and the dark haired artist had been inseparable as children and still kept in constant touch as adults.
I
His Lordship has told me that I MUST go to a ghastly charity function this evening. Lucy can’t come with me, you’ve GOT to come in her place.
I know you hate these things but PRETTY PLEASE.
Kisses, J
Ianto picked up his phone and dialled.
“What’s it worth if I come this evening then?”
“Some of that horribly expensive coffee you seem to adore. Please Ianto.”
He smiled, and laughed.
“Not fair Jake. You know I’d do anything for that coffee. And to hear you plead too.”
“I’ll pick you up at 7, wear your DJ. You never know there may be some hot guys there.”
Ianto sighed,
“I’ll come, just don’t try to set me up ok, and email me what it’s about. You know I hate going in to social events blind.”
“Ok hotshot, see you later.”
Ianto grinned as Jake hung up, the other man was as energetic and hyperactive as always.
He buried himself in his work, breaking for a quick lunch, his day was taken up switching between computers and paper as always, quietly creating beautiful things.
It got to 6 in the evening, dark grey eyes flickered over his email Inbox before he logged off. There was a request he’d been expecting, one of his regular clients had phoned him earlier in the week to say that they had recommended him to the Director of an exclusive private school. They had asked that if possible he take on this job, because they had been extremely impressed with the work he’d done for their company. Ianto had assured them that he would be able to squeeze a new client in somewhere and had managed to keep his regular people happy.
He clicked the message open, scanning it quickly. It was a short outline of a request for a complete re-branding of the school. Sighing he closed his eyes briefly, this would not be a short job. He gave a final glance to the name at the end before he switched off. Jack Harkness, Director, Torchwood School.
Ianto laid out his DJ, immaculate white shirt and bowtie on the bed. Heading through to his bathroom he stripped and got in the shower. He loved showering and had indulged in a massive state of the art shower and cubicle when he had renovated his house. Jake had teased him mercilessly about the orgies he must have in it given the amount of space in it. He hadn’t laughed so much when he’d used it though, but still hadn’t managed to convince Lucy that they needed one.
Just as he finished putting on his bowtie, with a certainty and expertise that few people had, he heard the hoot of a car horn. He grabbed his key’s, wallet and phone and headed out to Jake’s car.
Ianto raised an eyebrow at the big grin on his friends face.
“I don’t know what that’s about,” he nodded at the grin, “you realise how much you owe me for this don’t you.”
“Oh yeah,” Jake laughed in reply as they tore through Cardiff, with total disregard to the speed regulations. Ianto sat quietly with a small smile on his face, log being used to the redhead’s hair-raising driving.
The parked at the hotel where the event was being held, Jake handed him the creams embossed invitation and they joined the throng of well dressed people heading inside.
A low murmur of conversation hit him, he picked up a drink and realised that he was separated from Jake already. He wasn’t entirely sure why his friend continued to invite his to these events in Lucy’s absence. They only ever met up at the meal and at the end of the evening.
He sighed and headed over to the seating plans to see whether he recognised who they were seated with. As he stood looking at it, someone bumped into his arm. Turning he was met with a shining white grin and an incredible pair of blue-grey eyes.
“I’m sorry,” the stranger drawled as he held out a hand, “Jack Harkness.”
Ianto started as he recognised the name. He blinked, in surprise, the man was gorgeous.
“Ianto Jones,” he said, softly but clearly, gently pushing past the American.