AN: This is my very first fan-fiction ever, so if you comment please be kind, though I am not opposed to constructive criticism.
Secondary AN: You have my Beta Inusagi to thank for this revamp of this chapter. And I have her to thank, as well!
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.
Word count: 700ish
Ianto Jones looked out the window of the cab to the Victorian-styled house. He had been here before, but it had been six years ago. He sighed deeply and handed the cabbie his fare with a mumbled 'thank you'. He extracted himself from the car and walked slowly up to the door. To say he was nervous would have been an extreme understatement.
He had been on a four month hiatus from all other Rift Children, and for the last two he knew he was being watched. As if he wouldn't know, as if he couldn't sense them.
The last time he was here he had been sixteen and had known nothing of how "blessed" he was. Ha, he thought, More like cursed.
If he closed his eyes he could still feel the man's hand on his arm, pulling him away from the bus shelter and into an alleyway. It had happened so fast he hadn't had time to panic.
"I'm not going to hurt you," the man had said. He continued to pull Ianto along the alley to a parked Land Rover, then deposited Ianto into the passenger seat and drove him to the Victorian house he was presently standing in front of. It had been only the beginning of the cursed life he would lead.
Ianto shook himself out of his flashback and rang the doorbell. After a minute, the large door opened to reveal a muscular man who appeared to be in his early thirties. The man looked at Ianto like he was undressing him with his striking green eyes. Ianto faked a cough.
"Jason," he said in his ever polite tone, "It's good to see you. What's it been? Three years?"
"No need to lie, Jones," Jason said as he led Ianto into the house and took his overcoat. "I know how much you despise me."
Ianto faced Jason and bit his lip to keep himself from stating how true Jason's statement was. Jason took a step closer to Ianto. Too close, Ianto thought when Jason slowly raised his hand and cupped it under the younger man's chin. He ran his thumb gently along Ianto lower lip, releasing it from Ianto's teeth.
"I have missed you, though," Jason whispered. He leaned forward to try to capture Ianto's lips.
Ianto pulled away just in time to avoid Jason's kiss, and he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. "I have been officially summoned by the Rift Leader," he said pointlessly because he was sure Jason was fully aware of this. He was also convinced that it was Jason who turned him in and had been annoyingly watching him the last two months, but he decided to play dumb to prevent a fight with the Leader's favorite.
If she only knew, Ianto thought.
Jason sighed. "She's in her room," He motioned towards the grand staircase, "and she's in tantrum mode."
Ianto just smiled at that. "Well, it's a good thing I brought this." Ianto pulled a large milk chocolate candy bar out of his suit jacket. "Prefer dark myself," Ianto said, winking at Jason.
"You'll rot her teeth," Jason called upwards as Ianto made his way up the stairs and out of sight.
Ianto slowed his steps as he got closer to the door at the end of the upstairs hallway. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves after his encounter with Jason. When he went in to see the Rift Leader he wanted to be cool, calm, and collected - something that was near impossible for him after any form of contact with Jason Sims, the man who had said he wouldn't hurt him all those years ago. What a load of shit that had been.
He took another deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to forget the feeling of Jason's hand on his face. After two minutes he finally decided he was as calm as he was going to get, so he slowly raised his left hand to knock while his right turned the knob and pushed the door gently open.
Ianto stepped into the most epic pretty pink princess room he had ever seen.