A/N: I own nothing! Don't make me more sad by reminding me!

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Set: During season 2 before Reset

Chapter 1

Ianto pulled back from the kiss he and Jack were currently enjoying. Jack frowned and attempted to pull him back, but he placed a finger on the other man's lips to stop him from coming closer.

"I have paperwork to do Jack," Jack nodded sadly as Ianto slid off of Jack's desk and walked to the door.


"I'll be back later," and then as if it was an afterthought, "Sir."

Jack grinned as the Welshman left the office, "You'd better be," he murmured to himself.


Ianto strolled happily to the tourist centre and flicked the switch on the Hi-Fi system causing a Blur song to boom in the background. He really was an indie at heart, even with the suits. He began to type away at the stupid file that needed doing, wishing desperately he didn't need to. But he knew that if he didn't finish it UNIT would be on them like a grand piano out of a five story window. Stupid UNIT!

He was in the middle of a particularly confusing paragraph when the door banged open, accompanied by a harsh gust of wind. He swore in Welsh as various papers flew about.

"Oi! Language!"

He looked up at the loud voice. It belonged to a girl. She looked about fifteen or sixteen and had messy black hair which blew around her face. Her hair had unnatural white and green streaks through it, and when it occasionally stopped obsessing over hiding her face he saw a pair of steely blue eyes which looked rather familiar. Come to think of it, so did the grin on her face. She was wearing a bright orange t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and a short brown leather jacket. The whole odd ensemble was topped off with a dusky brown fedora hat straight out of an Indiana Jones movie.

The girl closed the door and walked towards him confidently, "Dad's gonna kill me for this. I don't think you'll mind so much, but he's gonna go mental. But need's must and everything," she smiled hopefully.

Ianto didn't know what to say to this strange girl so he settled for, "I'm sorry, but what on earth are you talking about?"

The girl winked annoyingly.

"What? Look I don't know who you are. I don't know your Dad. And what do you mean need's must?"

"OK, I'll answer in reverse order. Three: Needs must because I have no other choice, because I have no other way to get back home. Two: Yes you do, his name is Jack Harkness. One: I'm your daughter."

A/N: You can probably guess where the idea came from. As we all know reviews make warm-fuzzies.