Captain Jack - a companion in all sorts of ways ........ *mind in gutter*
 

THANK YOU SO MUCH DT!!!!!!!!! XD

Come to Plymouth Argyle. You get to see players from the away team get their shorts ripped off them XD

Was rather funny, him running around the pitch for 5 mins with them half hanging off and then had to change into another pair .... right infront of me! His boxers also didn't leave much to the imagination :P

I really should start taking a camera with me to football! lol

Title:  We Can Do Anything We Want
Author:crayon_harkness

Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Janto
Disclaimer:  I own nothing, just a bit of a rusty imagination!

Summary: Ianto questions Jacks taste in music
Warnings: m/m relationship
Rating: PG

Words: 569

A/N seem to be getting ideas from songs lately, which I suppose is a good way of putting the constant listening to music to use! Thank you very much Billie Piper for making this very catchy song! XD

Ianto progressed slowly towards Jacks office as the music volume increased and the singing that accompanied it became louder and a lot less tuneful, which was a major accomplishment for Jack. The rest of the Torchwood team soon left the Hub, covering their ears after the song had been repeated for the twenty second time that afternoon, and Ianto had come to believe that enough was enough. As the song started to repeat itself once more, Ianto knocked on Jacks door, and when no reply followed let himself into his lover’s office.

“Why you gotta play that song so loud? Because we want to, because we want to!” bellowed out of the door at a fierce volume and Ianto was welcomed with the unusual site of Jack frantically jumping around and attempting to sing along to the music. Ianto cringed at his boss’s taste of music, which made a curious change from the old fashioned tones of Glenn Miller which usually floated throughout the Hub.

“Sir?” Ianto started, “Jack ... JACK!” Ianto soon gave up attempting to get his attention and rushed over to the music player, noticing that the repeat button had been pressed, and pulled the plug out of the mains socket that was located behind. Jack seemed oblivious to the disturbance for a few seconds, carrying on singing and dancing in the process, until something in his mind seemed to click as he looked at Ianto’s face. Ianto was stood, hands on hips with a stern look about him, which was soon overlooked by a smirk and a glint in his eye at the previous sight of Jack looking so young and carefree for a change.

“Billie Piper sir? Didn’t think that that would be included in your record collection personally, but you know, whatever floats your boat”, the Welshman said with an even bigger smile on his face.

“It is alright you know Yan, a bit of a change is always good, plus have you seen her? There is something about her that reminds me of Rose. Can’t quite put my finger on it though”, Jack mused to himself, lost in thought of previous times and travels.

“Oh come on then”, Ianto stated quickly, as if giving into Jacks ways as he reconnected the plug and turned the music back on. He quickly grabbed Jacks hands as he danced and sang along with him, attempting to trip Jack out of his sorrow ‘thinking mode’ and to live for the moment, a moment that Ianto was all too cautious about. The typical ‘Harkness grin’ shone out of Jack as he twirled Ianto around his office and lost all thoughts about Torchwood and the outside world,  just for a few minutes.

What they didn’t notice though was the Hub sirens go off as Tosh hurriedly rushed through the cog door to fetch her mobile phone which she previously left behind. She suddenly stopped as she glanced through Jacks office door and saw the two men smiling and laughing together.

“Note to self: make sure that I get this from the CCTV”, she muttered to herself as she exited the Hub, leaving the two men to their peace.  

Title:  And Solitaire’s The Only Game In Town
Author:crayon_harkness
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Janto
Disclaimer:  I own nothing, just a bit of a rusty imagination!
Summary: Jack gets distracted during the night, and Ianto investigates.
Warnings: m/m relationship
Rating: PG
Words: 448

A/N : Title taken from The Carpenters song - Solitaire. Hearing John Barrowman sing this was just amazing in concert! Also inspired by lack and sleep and many hours spent awake at night playing Solitaire with the 'just one more game' phrase being repeated many times.
Also hasn't seen a beta so all mistakes are property of me and MW!

Ianto woke up early one morning to find the bed empty and cold next to him. As he felt up and down the covers he noticed that there was no note, which Jack would now normally leave for him to inform him of any Torchwood duties that he may have gotten called away for. Since Jack got back from his torturous time away with the Doctor, he had stayed at Ianto’s flat, often calling it his own, even though no arrangement had yet been finalised.

Ianto groggily looked over the bed towards the clock, neon lights threatening his eyes and portraying a blurry 3:20, much too early for Jack to be up naturally, especially since he had developed much more of a sleeping pattern since becoming Ianto’s partner and sleeping next to him on a regular basis. The young Welshman gingerly crawled out of bed and slipped on a pair of tracksuit bottoms. It may only be around Jack, with but without his warmth around him with the added thick duvet it was still 3:20 in the morning, and therefore rather cold in the modern flat.

Ianto opened his bedroom door quietly and looked around his living room, seeing a dark figure sat on his sofa with a soft glowing light illuminating his handsome features. As Ianto walked behind Jack and slowly putting his arms around his neck, as not to startle him, he noticed Jack frantically clicking the mouse pad of the laptop, as well as the repeatedly harsh action of hitting the ‘h’ button.

“You know you aren’t meant to use hint throughout the whole game don’t you?” Ianto asked slyly as Jack turned his head around to his lover, detaching himself from the game of Solitaire that shone before him for the first time in a good few hours.

“I know I know, but so far I have only won once out of 70 games, this isn’t right, it must be broken!” Jack proclaimed, pouting at the same time which reduced in Ianto smiling and feeling sorry for the child like state that Jack had progressed to.

“True or maybe you’re just really shit at it”, Ianto retorted as Jack gave him a tired glare, “Just come back to bed. Please? I’m sure that no aliens will come down and steal the game from your grasps whilst we are asleep.”  He added an extra kiss to Jacks forehead and smiled softly, hoping to tear Jack away from the game.

Jack looked at Ianto and caved in; “fine” he muttered as Ianto gently took his hand and guided him off the sofa and towards the direction of their bedroom.

Title:  Right here
Author:crayon_harkness
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Janto
Disclaimer:  I own nothing, just a bit of a rusty imagination!
Summary: A night of weevil hunting goes wrong.
Warnings: m/m relationship
Rating: PG?
Words: 150

 A/N : Inspired by a late night listening to Michael Buble and John Barrowman. Another thanks to fantabumundo who gave me the idea to write something, no matter how bad XD. Has also not seen a beta so all mistakes are mine and MW.

The weevil had got him. A late night session of weevil hunting had left Jack lying wounded and helpless on the cold concrete floor of an empty Cardiff alley way. Empty, except of the lonely figure of Ianto Jones, cradling Jacks head gently on his lap. Whilst trying to stop the never ending bleeding from Jacks stomach, even though he knew it would have no effect.     

Jack stared directly into the sorry eyes of his lover; both trying to reassure Ianto and himself that everything was going to be okay. Ianto sat muttering words of comfort into Jacks ears, rocking him slowly, “You’re not alone Jack” he whispered, trying to keep his emotions intact, “I will always be here for you. No matter what happens, you will always have me”.

Jack took one last, longing look into his beautiful Welshman’s eyes before his world went blank and darkness overshadowed him.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Just saw JB in concert - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I bloody loved it! His threat to get us to stay till 3am if we didn't get the dance right WASN'T A THREAT!!!!!!!!!

He should have totally stripped! He knows he wanted to!

And he CLEANED the floor! HAHA was his own fault for spilling water.

And may I say Mr Barrowman - you are a filthy, FILTHY man! ..... and we love you for it!

OH MY GOD ...... when he spilt the water he said that he was pregnant ...... I automatically shouted out 'MPREG!!!' XD

That scottish/musical melody was frigging brilliant and had me in tears of laughter!

I NEED TO SEE HIM AGAIN! I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

I'VE JUST SEEN CAPTAIN JACK .................... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!