I have no excuse. I really don't. Well. That's not entirely true. I have a lot of excuses really. Just not one's you haven't heard before or care about. No but really guys. If you look up busy in the dictionary, there's a picture of my face. Anyways moving on. So most of you wanted Ianto. So I give you Ianto. And the tenth Doctor. For Ianto this is probably right before the end of season 1 of Torchwood and for the Doctor, well he's probably in between Rose and Martha. I hope you like it!

Ianto Jones

The Doctor was in Cardiff. Again.

All of time and space keeps leading me back to Cardiff, he thought.

He was refueling the TARDIS. Instead of holing himself away, he decided to take a walk and get some fresh air. On his walk, he happened upon a coffee shop called "Starbucks". That's how he found himself sitting outside on some stairs at Roald Dahl Plass, a cup of coffee in his hand.

He took a sip, and made a face. It was way too bitter. He sighed and lowered the cup, electing to watch the humans walk by.

Upon inspection, he realized people were looking at him funny. Come to think of it, the Barista looked at him oddly as well. He looked down and realized he had forgotten to dress himself in one of his normal suits. He was dressed in an 18th century British uniform, and to be honest, was a bit singed looking. That's what happened when no one traveled with him, he forgot things.

Oh well, give the people a show.

He absent-mindedly took another sip of the beverage, again making a sour face and putting the offending thing down.

"Awful, isn't it?" A voice asked him.

A dapperly dressed, Welshman stood before him. In his hands he held two travel mugs. The Doctor adopted a bright smile.

"Oh, awful," he agreed. "It's why I prefer tea."

"Spoken like a true Englishman, sir," the young man grinned.

The Doctor nodded and smiled back. He was wrong of course, he wasn't English at all, but he appreciated the conversation.

The man cleared his throat, "Is that seat taken?"

"No! No, not at all," the Doctor said, straightening up.

The Welshmen smiled and took a seat. He offered one of his mugs to the Doctor.

"I promise it's better than that American piss."

The Doctor accepted graciously and amusingly asked, "You just carry around mugs of coffee then, do you?"

"You never know who needs one."

"Well cheers!" The Doctor said, clinking mugs with the stranger.

He took a drink and sighed. It was delightful. Smooth, flavorful, the perfect temperature.

"You made this?" He asked incredulously. "It's brilliant!"

"I am known to make a good cup of coffee, sir," the man said with a hint of pride.

The Doctor smiled and stuck out his hand.

"John Smith."

The man moved his hand forward and firmly shook the Doctor's.

"Ianto Jones."

The Doctor hummed and took another drink of the delicious beverage. Ianto Jones did the same. The Doctor decided to strike up more of a conversation with the interesting man.

"So, you make a good cup of coffee, which you graciously share with crazy men in outdated uniform, you're Welsh, and your name is Ianto Jones. Anything else? Got a girlfriend?" The Doctor asked nudging Ianto's shoulder.

A brief flash of pain played over the man's face but it was gone and back to neutral so quickly, the Doctor thought he imagined it.

"I had a girlfriend, Lisa. She-she passed in the Battle of Canary Wharf," Ianto coughed.

The Doctor's eyes softened. He placed a hand on his shoulder, a pang in his own hearts.

"I lost someone there too. Rose. It's hard to move on, I get it," He said comfortingly.

"Yeah. It is," Ianto agreed, grateful for the kindness.

Both men silently took a drink. Ianto glanced at the watch on his wrist and stood. The Doctor stood with him.

"I best be off, don't want to get there after my boss. Good luck with the colonists," Ianto said good-naturedly.

"Oh, of course," The Doctor smiled. "Here's your mug back!"

"No, you keep it," Ianto said. "A gift from me to you."

The Doctor smiled warmly.

"Ianto Jones you are one in a million!" The Doctor smiled. "Best of luck on your life!"

"Same to you, sir," Ianto said.

With a nod, he was off. The Doctor smiled one last time before making his way to the TARDIS.

The next time he thought of Ianto Jones, he saw him with Jack and Gwen, a member of Torchwood. He was surprised the young man didn't recognize him. Then again, they were communicating through screens and the Doctor was dressed a bit different last time they met.

The next time he thought of him, was after the 456 incident. He knew who he was and who he was to Jack. So when he saw his name on the list of the dead, his hearts pained him.

They died. They all die. Mere children compared to him. He moved to the TARDIS kitchen and dug around a bit until he found the mug. Ianto's mug. He brewed himself some coffee and filled the mug. He resolved to one day to pay tribute to him. Until then, he raised the mug slightly above his head, in memorial.

"To you, Ianto Jones. One in a million."

Indeed. I just finished rewatching Torchwood, so I decided to spit this out. I really hope you liked it! I know that they've all been pretty depressing but, well you know. They all have depressing lives really. He does pay tribute to Ianto eventually. That's the last chapter. Well, leave me a review! Maybe you can help me decide which Doctor Owen will meet in the next one! (Hopefully an update will be sooner rather than later)

With all my love,

Beagle Bug