Hey people, this is my first fic and I'm hoping it's going to be a good one so do let me know! I've written this with myself – a one 'BexyAlly' – and a 'Kaseykc'!! So enjoy this if you will!

Set: Early S2 – before Reset? Maybe...

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor who

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"…" normal speech

**??!!Alonzey!!??**

START

Jack and Ianto were sitting in the hub, doing a late night shift when the rift computer suddenly lighted up, Jack immediately sprung to his feet and with a vague "see ya later Ianto got to go somewhere" he disappeared from the Hub, leaving Ianto alone - again. Deciding that he had to know what had made Jack leave him again Ianto followed Jack out, his uncanny silence being a great help as he kept his distance. He watched as Jack hugged a tall, brown-haired man 'The Doctor!' - he recognized him from Canary Wharf - and enter a little blue police box - the TARDIS the Doctor's time machine. 'Jack what are you... Oh God, he's not is he? I can't believe it! He's cheating on me, with the Doctor!' Angered and upset in equal measures Ianto turned away heading back to the Hub when he decided to abruptly change his mind and go to the chippie down the road and order some salt and vinegar chips and a steak and kidney pie. He acquired his meal and, somewhat half-heartedly, set off for the Hub on the way he passed by the opening of an ally, he was suddenly grabbed by something and pulled into the alley by two Slitheen. He instinctively threw his chips at the one that held onto his right foot, watching as it startled to popple and crack before exploding and showering him in Slitheen guts. 'argh! My new suit now I have to get it cleaned' before he could do more than make an unamused sound something crashed down on the base of his neck and he knew only darkness.

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He remembered something, he remembered being attacked by Slitheen. He remembered making one of them explode and the other one... the other one, knocking him out! Ianto reluctantly awoke and discovered that he was chained to a wall – an extremely filthy wall to be exact. He also came to realise he was only wearing his trousers. His suit jacket, waistcoat, shirt, tie and shoes and shocks had all been removed. The restraints on his wrists were heavy and worn with age, but they were strong enough to resist Ianto's desperate tugging to attempt to escape from wherever he was. He was stopped when he heard it.

"Hello Ianto Jones" A voice echoed out of nowhere but it surrounded him. He could hear the psychotically insane undertones within it as well as the barely contained excitement. Like a child who got to meet their favourite cartoon character, only Ianto wasn't a cartoon character. His life wasn't that easy.

"Err hello... Who precisely are you and why do you think you have the right to chain me to a wall that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in over a hundred years?" Ianto called out, dryly thinking 'no-one's probably even cleaned it in a thousand years, oh God just think of the germs!'

The sound of chuckling echoed throughout the chamber or wherever he was in before it spoke again."I am your Master" there was no mistaking the note of glee in it's voice as it spoke to him.

"You'd better not be a secret admirer" He shouted, his voice sounding threatening when he felt anything but, inside he felt terrified. He was alone, trapped somewhere, chained to a filthy wall, with a madman – or thing as it so often happened to be the case.

"Oh but I am an admirer , especially of you Ianto Jones..." Ianto got the distinct feeling that this was just for the theatrical effect that Jack prided himself...'Jack! You left me once, now you've up and left me again and now you're not here to save the day! Great!' "Great! Well as long as you don't call me eye candy..." Ianto rolls his eyes, his voice still held that warning in it but it was duller now. He couldn't threaten what he couldn't see, couldn't fight with.

"'Eye candy' suites you" The voice whispered around him, Ianto could almost imagine a figure nodding at him approvingly after giving him the once over. Again he rolled his eyes.

' Why!? Why!? Why did I just say that!?' "Come on. At least how yourself, I want to see who I'm talking to as opposed to a wall, darkness and myself!" He shouted out, feeling a bit defiant. His capture was hiding from him, he didn't like when people hid from him. He was the one meant to hide, it was in his nature.

A figure steps out from the shadows directly in front of Ianto. He recognizes the face, he feels emotions nearly caused him to choke of nothing in his lungs. He knew him, his secret admirer. Harold Saxon! The madman known as the Master!

The Master walked up to Ianto, only stopping when their bodies were lightly brushing against each other, the Masters voice was low and his breath ice cold, not hot like Jack's, as he whispered in Ianto's ear "Do you want to know what turns me on?"

"I'd rather not know thanks." "Pain"

Ianto muttered under his breath in his native tongue, "O 'n fawr Dwi drawedig ag arall amwyll! " The Master chuckled at this and grinned insanely, a grin which corroborated Ianto's statement.

"I am not a madman I am a visionist!" He says the last word in such a flurry that Ianto really did feel genuinely concerned for the Master's mental state of health.

"Yeah a visionist who's lost his marbles" He snorted disbelievingly, his welsh accent becoming more pronounced. The Master leans in close and bushes his lips over Ianto's own "and for that Ianto Jones I'm going to make you feel a whole world of pain!"

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Translation:O 'n fawr Dwi drawedig ag arall amwyll! - Oh great I am stuck with another madman!

Hopefully, all you Janto-fans will be freaking out at this! But it will get better I promise!