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These Lives We Lead (3/?)

Title: These Lives We Lead

Author: omfg_yaoi_squee / ello luv / Mimi

Fandom: Torchwood

Characters/Pairings: eventual Jack/Ianto, mention of one-sided Gwen/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, one-sided Tosh/Owen (perhaps more in later chapters), John Hart/OFC, past Ianto/Lisa, the Doctor (Ten)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jack Harkness is the most popular boy in year 13 – if not the entire school. When a new boy is transferred there, things start to get a little more complicated…

A/N: Thanks to my LJ betas

 eriinxx, aranellaurelote, and butterflycell. Thank you also to my artist draw_yourworld. You’ll be seeing stuff from her later ^__^

Previous Chapters
Prologue: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/87255.html
Chapter 1: http://omfg-yaoi-squee.livejournal.com/87931.html


 

 

Chapter 2 – The First Day

 

Over the two weeks before the start of school, Ianto and Ifan, the latter now drawn out of his funk, became reacquainted. Ten years was a long time for father and son to be separated.

 

Ifan told Ianto all about his job (‘It’s a secretary position, really.’). Ianto told Ifan all about his step-father (‘Chad. What kind of a name is that?’) and half-sister (‘Rhiannon’s older than me. Married to a bloke named Johnny.’)

 

They talked about anyone and anything. Well, almost anything. Ianto didn’t know how much his mum had told Ifan about Lisa, and he intended to keep it that way. Any time the conversation veered towards the reason Ianto had left Cardiff, the boy would grow moody and silent.

 

Despite a few setbacks when Ifan mentioned the situation back in Cardiff, he and Ianto were soon as close as they would have been had they know each other for the past ten years.

 

Too soon, Ianto was preparing his bag for the start of school. Ifan had chosen a rather small facility just outside of the London city limits called Barrowman Secondary School All of Ianto’s transcripts and course choices had been transferred and the boy had even received his schedule. His messenger bag was heavy with notebooks and pencils when Ianto placed it by the front door.

 

He had a fairly lengthy commute to school, two trains and a bus, but Ianto didn’t mind; it would give him time to read.

 

Although it was Ianto’s first day, Ifan couldn’t really afford to take any more time off work than he already had. Ideally, he would’ve driven his son for his first day but Ianto assured Ifan that he didn’t mind. Ianto set off with a calm step and his well hidden apprehension.

 

About an hour or so later, Ianto was standing in front of the school. There were students milling about the rotunda, reuniting with their friends after the summer break. Ianto slipped through the crowd and made his way to the front door.

 

‘You look lost.’

 

Startled by the obviously American accent, Ianto turned to find a boy his age beside him. Charmingly handsome, the boy’s blue eyes shone as he examined Ianto. Ianto met the boy’s gaze squarely.

 

‘Need any help?’

 

Ianto tore his gaze away from the American’s mesmerizing eyes to instead look towards the school entrance.

 

‘Yeah,’ Ianto conceded, ‘Where’s the front office?’

 

‘To the left and down the hall,’ the other boy replied, ‘I’m Jack Harkness, by the way.’

 

Ianto flashed a quick smile. He bit his tongue so as not to make a sarcastic comment. Ianto’s mum often said that his comments tended to be more biting when he was nervous.

 

‘Thanks for your help, Jack Harkness.’ He said finally, as politely as he could muster.

 

Jack called after Ianto as he walked down the hallway, but Ianto ignored the call, continuing instead until he found the door for the front office. As he stepped through, he found himself in front of the Headmaster’s secretary. She was a young woman with reddish-brown hair that fell about her shoulders and clear gray eyes. Ianto glanced at the nameplate on her desk - “Donna Noble” - and stepped forward timidly.

 

‘Excuse me…’

 

 Donna stopped typing and looked up at Ianto, smiling kindly.

 

‘You must be our new student, then,’ she said, ‘Jones, is it?’

 

‘Yes,’ Ianto replied, ‘Ianto Jones.’

 

Donna pressed a button on her desk. ‘New student to see you, Headmaster.’

 

A jovial voice crackled out from a hidden speaker. ‘Send him in!

 

‘Alright,’ Donna said, holding out a piece of paper the printer had just spit out, ‘Here’s your schedule and just go right on through.’

 

Ianto took the still-warm paper from her and went round behind her desk and through the door there to a short hallway. At the very end was another open door. Ianto peeked in to see a younger man in a blue suit, his caramel-coloured hair sticking up at odd angles, dark brown eyes trained downward. The Headmaster looked up and spotted Ianto, a warm smile breaking out across his face.

 

‘New student! Come in, come in - do sit! Would you like some tea or a biscuit? No? All right then. Well,’ the fast-talking man paused for a moment to appraise Ianto, ‘Welcome to my school, Mr. Jones. My name is Dr. Andrew Ten, but you can call me the Doctor, everyone does. Even my own secretary!’

 

The Doctor continued on to outline the rules and regulations of the school. It wasn’t anything Ianto hadn’t heard before, but he listened attentively, determined to make a good first impression. This was another habit that came out when Ianto was nervous: perfect manners.

 

‘Now, there is one more thing I’d like to discuss with you, Ianto,’ the Doctor said, ‘you don’t mind if I call you Ianto, do you? No? Good. I’ve been informed of your, ah, situation back in Cardiff.’

 

Ianto clenched his fists, his expression suddenly dropping to a quiet hostility. Yet another person just wouldn’t let it go. Once again, Ianto found himself holding his tongue.

 

‘I assure you that there will not be such blatant discrimination here. If I catch any wind of such harassment as you previously experienced, I will personally speak to the student responsible.’

 

‘Thank you,’ Ianto said with slight surprise, the tension in his body dissipating.

 

The Doctor’s seriousness evaporated.

 

‘Now, let’s get you to class! What have you got first?’

 

Ianto checked his schedule. ‘Maths with Ms. Tyler.’

 

‘Splendid!’ the Doctor said, ‘You’ll like Rose.’

 

Ianto followed the Doctor through the now empty halls of the building until they finally reached the correct classroom. The Doctor opened the classroom door quietly and stepped through with Ianto close behind. Ms. Tyler looked over to the door from where she was writing an equation on the blackboard and smiled.

 

‘Good morning, Doctor,’ she said, ‘To what do we owe this pleasure?’

 

‘Ah, well, this is the new student from Wales.’

 

The eyes of the students all turned to Ianto, one pair of which, he noticed, belonged to the American boy named Jack Harkness.

 

‘Why don’t you go sit and we’ll deal with introductions later,’ Ms. Tyler said, gesturing to the empty seat beside Jack.

 

Ianto went and sat, shoving his bag under the desk.

 

‘Hello again, new boy,’ Jack whispered, leaning over as Ms. Tyler bid the Doctor goodbye and continued on with her lesson, ‘you never told me your name.’

 

‘Jones. Ianto Jones.’

 

‘Well then, Jones, Ianto Jones,’ Jack said with a dazzling grin, ‘Welcome!’

 

 

 


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