AN: In chapter 12 of my wip, Beginnings, Jack and Ianto are interrupted by the little old lady that lives down the hall from Ianto as they are making out. I absolutely loved her and couldn't find a way to fit more of her in so I decided to do a story from her point of view, and this is what happened.

It is not necessary to read Beginnings first, but it would be great if you would!

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or its characters, but I do lay claim to Mrs Bramford because I totally made her up on my own. Like, I didn't even get help naming her. So yeah.

As an old woman living alone, Millie Bramford took quite an interest in the lives of her neighbours. Some would say that she took a little too much interest in their lives, but she preferred not to think about that. One neighbour who always intrigued her was the young man three doors down from her that lived alone.

When she had first seen Ianto Jones she had thought him to be much older than he truly was at the time. His air of professionalism and well-tailored suits had caused her confusion. He even carried boxes up the stairs with the air of someone more mature in years. A closer look, and a few well worded questions, had told her that he was, in fact, only twenty-four. That had really sparked her interest. Why did a young man who worked at the Tourism Office on the plass need to wear such fine suits every day, she wondered.

As intriguing as his odd fashion choices were, what she wondered about the most was that he was always alone. In fact, having decided—without his knowledge of course—to look out for the nice boy and try to introduce him to others in the building, it made her quite worried. Though she never had children, she knew what men that age were like. Even the reserved ones would have dates stay the night or friends have friends over for rugby games. But nothing of the sort ever happened at the flat down the hall. Not even the sister he had mentioned in passing had come round to visit.

This is why Mrs Millie Bramford had been so giddy to stumble upon Ianto and his gentleman friend in the hall one night. The American Captain was quite the outgoing sort, and charming to boot, which pleased her to no end. He had even flirted with her a little, a thrill for someone of her age. This made her wonder if he would be good for her young neighbour, maybe pull him out of his shell a little.

As the weeks passed she kept an eye out for their comings and goings. She was pleased to see the younger man become more relaxed in his manner the more time the handsome pair spent together. She was also pleased to see a little Asian woman, a co-worker, Ianto had explained, visiting with increasing frequency.

It truly warmed her heart to see the quiet boy enjoying life a little. Seeing a bit of colour in his cheeks and hearing his bright laughter as the Captain walked him to his door was more than she would have ever dared to ask for. As happy as she was for that sweet boy, she was still going to watch out for him. Just in case his American friend did something to hurt him, that is.

AN: So, it is super short, but I think I may be putting a second chapter up about what she notices when Jack leaves. Let me know what you think and if I should write more!

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