A/N: Just a warning, I don't like the first part as much as the second, i spent much less time on it. I wanted to get this started, get some feedback, all that stuff. I was going to take this chapter further, past the part when Jack talks to Ianto outside the entrance, but I wanted to get this out.

I just took out the garbage in a foot of snow in MN, and people in Britain complain about the rain there. Yeesh.

I don't own the show or any characters, I am not making any profit off of this.

WARNING: I may or may not update regularly, depending on if i'm in the mood and if inspiration strikes, and when i have time. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this fanfic from a fangirl. Cheers!

Jack chased the weevil, running fast and grabbing onto it. "God dammit, this one's being persistent," he swore as it pulled out of his grasp again. He chased it again, wrestling with it, eventually getting it down on the ground, punching it in the face. Soon, however, he was on his back on the ground, the weevil on top of him. He screamed in pain as its teeth ripped into his throat. Suddenly, the weevil was hit from behind, a few times before it was pulled off of him. He glanced up to see a young man, holding a long piece of wood that he had apparently just hit the weevil with. Bold.

The weevil went after the young man then. Jack scrambled to his feet and tackled it before it could do anything, pinning it down so that he could spray the subduing spray in its face. He injected the sedative, and with the threat out of the way, he stood and stepped back.

Jack took another look at the young man. Now that he wasn't trying to save either of their lives, he could take in what he looked like. He was waring a black t-shirt, a leather jacket, dark jeans, and a black, silver-studded belt. Quite honestly, he looked pretty hot. Under different circumstances, he probably would have made an offer.

"Thanks." The man spoke up, breathing hard.

"No, thank you." Jack really was glad that he'd shown up. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he might not have caught the damn thing if the guy hadn't shown up. Speaking of which, he didn't even know his name. "And you are...?"

"Jones. Ianto Jones." Definitely a local boy. No mistaking that welsh accent.

"Nice to meet you Jones Ianto Jones. Captain Jack Harkness." He couldn't keep the lighthearted joking out of the conversation.

"Lucky escape?"

Jack's pride – matches his ego – kicked in. "I had it under control." Inwardly, he added I wish.

"Think so? Looked pretty vicious."

Jack let out a small laugh. There it was. No one really quite knew what to make of aliens, so they tried to pass it off as something else. Their ignorance was just amusing.

"You're, um," Ianto reached out uncertainly, before, confused, withdrawing his hand. "You were bleeding."

Jack self-consciously flinched backwards. That was always the hardest to explain. "Had worse from shaving."

Ianto's expression hadn't changed the entire time. It was disconcerting. But the next comment was what shocked Jack the most.

"Looked like a weevil to me."

Jack nearly recoiled in shock. Okay, not such an ignorant passerby after all. But what the hell? He quickly made sure his face was unreadable and replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about." His voice was carefully nonchalant, acting as if Ianto was talking nonsense.

Ianto's face looked skeptical. Jack let a silence grow between them, but when Ianto said nothing more, he said, "I'll take him from here." With a grunt, he hoisted the weevil over his shoulder, not only eager to get it into a cell before the sedative wore off, but also eager to get back to the Hub to figure out who this guy was. "Thanks for the assistance." He began to walk away.

"Anytime." Jack continued to walk away, forcing himself not to turn and demand answers.

"Love the coat, by the way."

Jack smirked and continued to walk towards the SUV.

****

Jack sealed the holding cell, securing the just-reviving weevil. He hurried back up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He slipped of his coat, remembering Ianto's comment: "Love the coat, by the way." He smirked for a split second before his face turned serious. "Now, to find out who he was."

Jack walked over to one of the computers, typing in username and password. He opened a search and typed IANTO JONES. He wandered off to make himself coffee while the computer searched the faces of Britain. He wondered how on earth Ianto could have known about weevils. He didn't relish the idea of having to hunt him down and Ret-con him. It was never a pleasant job, and somehow the responsibility always fell on him. It was never a pleasant job, and somehow the responsibility always fell on him. He supposed that the rest of the team just assumed he didn't care.

He walked back to the computer with a steaming mug of coffee in hand. The computer had found the match and the personel file was open on the screen. He scanned the file until his eyes fell on two words that explained everything.

"Bloody hell," he breathed. "Well, at least I know we don't need to Ret-con him. Although maybe he'd be better off." He walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning his head back against the wall. He fell asleep with his mind full of disaster and carnage from a past he wished he could forget.

He woke with a start to Tosh shaking his shoulder.

"Finally. You're a pretty deep sleeper."

"I'll keep that in mind." He yawned and stretched.

"So you fell asleep?"

"Apparently. The rest of the team here?"

"Suzie is. Still waiting on Owen. You do know you're supposed to do that in a bed, right?"

"Isn't it a little early for innuendos?" he quipped, grinning crookedly at her as he stood.

She rolled her eyes. "Only you could turn that into an innuendo."

"Hmm... I do have a knack for that, don't I?" He grinned.

"So where were you last night? We waited around, but we finally gave up on you. Seemed a bit long for weevil-hunting."

"A particularily annoying weevil. It did not want to be caught. Took me damn near 2 hours to get close enough to even attempt stunning it. Probably took 20 minutes even after that."

"So, you didn't meet anyone? Wouldn't be surprising, with your track record."

"Well, I did meet this guy-"

"Knew it." She laughed and walked toward her station.

"He was at the site where I got the weevil."

She froze and spun around. "What?"

"Yeah." He nodded and raised his eyebrows. "And if that wasn't bad enough, he knew what it was."

She stared, mouth open. "But... then who was he?"

"Ianto Jones. Personel file on the screen, explained everything. Poor guy." Tosh shot him a quizzical look. "Just read the the file, and all will be revealed." He followed her to the computer.

She scrolled down the file. "Several jobs... Girlfriend Lisa Hallot... Born August 19th, 1983... Oh shit."

Jack's voice was bitter. "Torchwood One."

"He was there? Oh my god." She stared in horror at the screen. "Jack, poor guy doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I know."

"But at least we don't need to hunt him down to wipe his memory."

"Even if we did, I don't think that would be too difficult."

"What do you mean?"

"Bring up the CCTV of the front entrance."

A few keys tapping, a few clicks of the mouse, and the screen showed the entrance. A man stood there, waiting.

"Behold, the man himself." Jack gestured toward the screen. "Ianto Jones."