RP for hofficoffi 'Ianto's first day.'

[quitehomoerotic]

Jack waits inside the entrance of the tourist office for the arrival of Torchwood Three's newest employee. This is anything but planned, an invitation on a whim after seeing a spark within the man. Something he can't quite put his finger on, but a spark nonetheless.

He hasn't told his team that they'll be having a new addition. In fact it hasn't even entered his mind to do so. But then he'll excuse himself for that (should he need excusing at all - which of course he doesn't believe he does) by saying it was quite late last night when he had the encounter with Ianto and the pterodactyl, and it is quite early now.

When Jack had returned to the Hub the previous night he'd spent hours re-reading Ianto's personnel file from Torchwood One. Everything from work performance to sickness record. It had to be said, he had quite an impressive track record. It makes him uncomfortable though, even now after he's offered him a job. Ianto is from Torchwood One, and Jack has done all he can to sever that connection. He had many an uncomfortable year under their watchful eye, and he's different, he wants Torchwood to be different. He wants it to be something better. He isn''t sure if that can be done with someone on his team who has Torchwood One's beliefs and values at his core.

He hopes he's made the right decision.

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Outside, Ianto Jones hesitates by the door of the tourist information office that he knows to be a front for Torchwood Three. He is impeccably groomed--hair in place, mask in place, a suit that isn't the one he wore the night before--but still he's concerned that Jack will see right through him. He hasn't slept, but then again there have been plenty of sleepless nights since Canary Wharf, and since Canary Wharf he prefers them.

Ianto takes a deep breath, the cool morning air grounding him slightly, and glances down at his watch. He's afraid he'll be discovered, that he will get this close only to go no further, that something will happen to her while he's gone... It takes a great deal of effort to hold himself together. He can't afford to be afraid, to be nervous. Not now. Especially not now.

As the minute hand passes the six, he straightens his tie with numb fingers. This is it-- his chance, Lisa's chance, what he's waited for... and yet he's never, never wanted it less.

He opens the door.