Title: Ianto's Special Project
By: cameragirl
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spoilers for 2x11 Jack inquires about Ianto's Special Project...

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"Tosh has her projects, so does Ianto..." Gwen's voice echoed in Jack's mind

Jack watched carefully as Ianto switched the monitors off in the hub. He was shutting them all down except for the main drive at Tosh's desk. He watched curiously, unable to tell if Ianto knew he was being spied on.

"Ianto?" Jack said suddenly. And Ianto gave a little jump was might have been delayed just a little too long. He had been wondering when the captain would reveal his presence. Jack wasn't as stealthy as he gave himself credit for.

"Jack?" Ianto turned around, his breathing slightly labored. Jack wasn't hiding that he was examining Ianto. His arms were crossed over his chest in a very authoritative manner. When Ianto shot him a confused look, Jack's brow furrowed, obviously unable to tell if Ianto was being suspicious or not.

Finally, Ianto smiled and went over to him, giving jack a light non-suggestive kiss. Jack leaned into it but then pulled back; he didn't want to get off track.

"Ianto..." he put his hands on Ianto's shoulders and stared right into the Welshman's eyes. "What's your special project?"

"What do you mean Jack?" Ianto said innocently. Almost too innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean. Even Gwen knows you have a special project! Now what is it?" Jack started to raise his voice and Ianto looked away from his gaze. He took a deep breath before looking back at Jack.

"You." He said simply and sincerely.

Jack looked spellbound for only a second before a huge smile changed his whole facial expression. He quickly kissed Ianto, took his hand, and practically dragged him down his hatch.

A few hours later a shirtless Ianto came upstairs. It was another close call and he didn't know how Gwen knew about his secret project. He went over to the computer Jack had thought he had been shutting down.

He switched on the monitor, cringing as the slight beep echoed throughout the empty hub. Typing in an execution command, he quickly gave the password that followed it. Hundreds and hundreds of files began to crowd the desktop, all popping up in mismatched places, no order except the file numbers themselves. Pictures, scans, video, documents, anything that could hold information was holding it for Ianto. A picture of a blonde girl's face was clear for an instant before it was replaced by a newspaper scan of the Christmas years past. A man with big ears disappeared into a blue box while a muted sound clip looped an unexplained synthesized noise

Ianto leaned back in his chair, checking over his shoulder every few minutes to make sure Jack hadn't come up form the hatch yet. It was to close of a call last night. He began to add new pass codes and hidden ghost files to his special project: The Doctor.

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