Last Shadow Puppet

Disclaimer- I don't own, don't sue me,

Rating- um T might go up to M will give fair warning if it does

Summary- Ianto's being stalked he's tried to keep it from the team but the more time that goes on the more serious it gets and the more danger he's in Jack decides to take matters into his own hands but will he make it worse? Janto

Pairing- Janto

Genre- Romance/hurt comfort

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Prologue

For months, wherever he went, whatever he did, he felt eyes following his every step; he felt a presence behind him as he turned every corner but whenever he turned to look all his eyes found was an empty space or the busy Cardiff streets. He never saw anything suspicious, to begin with, merely felt it in the very pit of his gut, like some sort of intuition. He had ignored it for a long time, simply passing it off as paranoia relating to his job and the things that he had seen.

It was daily now though, the feeling of someone watching him as he left his flat in the morning, as he drove to work, parked his car and walked along the pier to the Tourist Information centre all the way until he was actually hidden away within the security of the hub and even then he played it all over in his head because it just seemed so wrong. It was getting worse as time went on, he had gone from closing his curtains and his blinds just at night to keeping them closed all of the time.

He was finding it hard to sleep, sitting up all night and watching the door, he'd taken to placing his gun underneath his pillow. He went to work earlier and earlier in the morning and came back later and later at night. He was tired all the time at work and Tosh had started questioning his health leading to the rest of the team noticing that something wasn't quite right. He merely passed it off as fatigue from late nights, saying that he was fine.

He didn't want to let the rest of the team known, he didn't want to involve them in something that might not even be real, could just be a figment of his imagination. Tricks that his mind is playing on him after all of the crazy and horrific things that he has seen. He didn't want them thinking that he was weak, that the stress of the job was getting to him, that he was mad. He just wanted it all to go away, to get back to his normal life or as normal as working with Torchwood could be.

He was down in the archives, working late long after everyone else had gone home, busy filing financial reports and checking that everything was going as it should be. He'd managed to forget all of the worries he had when he left the hub and before he returning in the morning. Occupying his mind with numbers and things that were pure fact and made complete sense.

"You should be at home Ianto," the deep rich voice filtered into the silence of the room, he looked up giving one of his trademark smiles to the other male.

"Just tying up a few loose ends Sir, shouldn't be much longer now," the Captain nodded seeming to understand yet he didn't turn on his heel and leave like he usually did, just leant against the cabinet continuing to watch the young Welshman. "Was there something that you needed Sir?" He asked, meeting the gaze of the American with that of his own.

"Not really no," he admitted keeping his gaze on the other even when Ianto tore his away. "Is everything ok with you Ianto?" the younger man filed the folder in his hand away before turning and smiling at his Captain once again.

"Fine Sir, what makes you ask?" He questioned as he began to stalk out of the archives and head back to his workstation, Jack following him closely.

"You've just looked a little tired recently, seem more distant, you come in early and leave late it's like you don't want to leave at all." Jack explained leaning against the other man's desk as Ianto himself smiled and sat down in the chair in front of his station.

"Must be those Pheromones of yours Sir," he said with a smirk that caused Jack to raise an eyebrow.

"Oh really," he smirked back at the young Welshman, Ianto shrugged and loaded up his computer, spinning on his chair to face the other man.

"That or I find these financial reports really riveting," Jack's smile fell and he squinted his eyes suspiciously as the young man turned his chair and his attention back to the computer.

"You know I always wonder," Jack mused, Ianto looked at him from out of the corner of his eye but otherwise did and said nothing. "Would any of you actually let me know if something was wrong." Ianto didn't make any move to answer the rhetorical question Jack had posed. He couldn't say anything; he wanted to but he didn't know if Jack would understand or if he would just think the young man was loosing it under the pressure of the job.

"What would make you wonder about that Sir?" Ianto asked nonchalantly never once turning his gaze from his computer screen to the one that was busily boring into his head.

"Just something that has been playing on my mind that's all," he explained with a shrug,

"I don't think you need to worry about that Sir, we're fine," he said looking up at him with a smile, Jack reached out and stroked the young mans face with his hand, tracing the dark rims beneath his pale eyes with his thumb and cupping Ianto's face with his hand, leaning in close enough that Ianto could feel the warmth of the others breath ghosting across his face.

His heart beat loudly in his chest, loud enough that he was sure that Jack would be able to hear it given how close he currently was to the flustered Welshman.

"Go and get some sleep Ianto," he whispered into the younger man's ear running his hand through the soft dark hair, letting his hand linger on his neck feeling the warmth that radiated from the skin beneath his palm. "I will see you tomorrow morning, hopefully a little more rested." That being said he pulled himself away from the young man turned on his heal and disappeared into his office.

Ianto watched him go and then collapsed a little bit more into his chair, allowing his heart rate to return to normal as he logged out of his computer and shut it down. Jack was watching him from his office, but it wasn't uncomfortable like he felt with whatever was watching him outside. It was warm and caring and concerned, it felt nice to have Jack watching over him, nice enough that he didn't want to leave. He wanted to tell him of his worries, he really did but he just couldn't find the words to do it.

So he did the only thing that he could do, he looked up at Jack, smiled at him and left.

The minute he stepped outside the uneasiness returned to him. As he made his way to his car he checked over his shoulder every few minutes, well aware of the gun hidden in a pocket on the inside of his coat. All the while thinking that things would have been a lot easier had he just said something to Jack.

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Ok well there's the prologue actual chapters will be longer, I'll be going into Ianto's past as I see it with this one as well so hope that it's ok and enough to get people interested.

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