Ok guys! Welcome to anyone who is reading this :) So I just want to talk you through what's going on here. I have just recently watched Cape Wrath with Tom Hardy as Jack Donnelly. If you haven't watched it, you can see clips of it on YouTube if you want to get a sense of his charachter in it. I love his character so I've decided to write a fanfic loosely based on it. I'm not going to follow the story of Cape Wrath, I'm just going to use the character of Jack Donnelly in my own situation so I hope you enjoy :) Please leave a review and let me know and don't worry, to any of my other readers I will continue to update the other stories :) Enjoy! xoxo

-Sailor

Jack Donnelly, where to begin.

Living in upmarket suburbia had it significant advantages. It was all very standard and organised. Everything ran like clockwork. 7am and 6pm were the busiest times, in between those hours the only people that were seen were the housewives who didn't have to work and the college students who could be seen at the bus stop at different times of the day. Besides that, there was no one around. All the commuters were up at the crack of dawn and gone until they returned that evening. I was one of those commuters. In fact, it was because of this that I lived alone. I used to live with a man. I was 24 and thought I had it all. I had come out of college and gotten a job almost straight away with my law degree. Luckily enough, the economy only crashed after I had gotten my job. I soared high in my firm, was on seriously good money and I had a man in my life. I had met him in college; he was studying to be a teacher. We were the perfect couple, lawyer and a teacher. We moved into a beautiful house, I worked 60 hour weeks, I loved my job and everything was going great, or at least I thought that. The details are not important but basically I had come home early one day to find him in bed with a girl who turned out to be a 17 year old student, according to the inquest. He said I wasn't giving him enough attention; I was married to my job and he didn't feel loved anymore, so he found love in the knickers of his student. So, long story short a year later I ended up living on my own in the house after a failed relationship…all at 25. It was ok, I didn't mind. It just meant the nights were a bit lonelier but I didn't have time for men right now but while I tried to be as independent as possible there were some things that I needed a man for. Then I met Jack Donnelly.

It was a Saturday; my neighbour was getting some fencing put around his garden. He wasn't doing it, oh God no. Menial labour? That wasn't really his thing. He had gotten someone else to do it. It was the banging that woke me up. A youngish man with a stubbly beard wearing a check shirt with dirty jeans and an old cap stood hammering nails into the wooden fence. I woke up from my disturbed sleep and looked out the window at him and then glanced at the clock. A handy man working at 9.15 on a Saturday morning, wonder where he got him from. I saw him stop for a moment and look around. He's not bad looking, I suppose. There was always something about men like that…he looked up and spotted me at the window. He smiled and waved so I returned the gesture. His smile widened before going back to work. I closed over the curtains and took off my robe. It was probably for the best that the handy man woke me up; I had a lot to do. I got a quick shower and got dressed before heading out to my car looking over the list I had made of all the errands I had to run. I looked down but didn't see the handy man the fence anymore. Probably on one of his many breaks, typical. I shook my head and walked out to where my car was parked just under the street lamp. I noticed a beat up van parked right behind my car, probably his van. I walked around to make sure there were no scrapes, I wouldn't trust him. Lucky for him, there weren't any. Just as I was straightening back up, I felt a presence behind me, and I thought I heard someone inhaling deeply, like they were sniffing my hair. I turned around and saw the handyman standing inches from my face.

"Oh I'm sorry" I said backing away getting a fright.

"Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything" he smiled. "Is there something wrong?" he asked clearly wondering why I was checking the back of my car.

"Oh no, it's nothing I was just checking something" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"It's a nice car, don't worry I made sure I didn't hit it this morning" he smiled again.

"Well thank you, I appreciate that"

"Was that you in the window this morning?" he said looking up at my house.

"Yea, that was me"

"I hope I didn't wake you"

"No, no you didn't" I laughed. "I have a lot of stuff to do anyway today" I said pressing the button on my car to unlock it.

He smiled and looked around at my house again.

"The grass is getting a little long there, the husband not really into gardening?"

"Em, well he's away on a business trip, he'll do it when he gets back. I'll nag him until he does" I laughed.

He nodded and looked back at the house before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card stepping even closer to me.

"This is me" he said pointing to his business card.

I took it and glanced at it. "Jack, open bracket, of all trades, close bracket Donnelly" I smiled. "Clever, Jack of all trades"

He leaned in looking into my eyes. "Well I can turn my hand to anything. Fencing…plumbing" he smiled.

"Well thank you Mr Donnelly, I'll keep you in mind when I need anything done that needs a handyman's touch"

He chuckled lowly looking at me from under the brim of cap.

"Nice to meet you Miss…"

"Rebecca Walsh"

"Miss Walsh" he smiled.

I sat into the car and watched as he walked away, his tool belt hanging loosely off his trim waist and something deep within me twitched.

I returned that evening and sat down at my desk doing paper work with a glass of wine. I had my stereo playing classical music low in the background. I closed a file and rubbed my eyes grabbing another one. But then I thought I heard a rustling outside my front window. I looked out into the darkness and saw a leaf fall past the window from above. I went to the window and looked out but didn't see anything. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a flash light to check, just in case. I opened the front door and heard the wind whistling through the bushes, that was probably what I heard. But I switched on the flash light and checked just above the window. I saw a bird sitting in the gutter and I let out a huge sigh of relief. It moved slightly creating a scraping noise. I switched off the torch and headed back inside, locking the door before pulling over the curtains.

The next morning I was awoken by the same banging. I looked out and there he stood, doing the exact same thing he was doing yesterday. I pulled back the curtains which must have caught his eye because he looked up straight away, smiled and waved. I returned the wave and leaned against the wall staring at him. The more I looked at him, the more I could feel myself fantasising about him. He bent down to pick something up and I suddenly felt myself pressing my hands up against the glass, biting my lip. I looked around at my immaculate home and a bit of me wished there was something broken. I shook my head shaking the thoughts out of my head before getting dressed. I picked up Jack's card and pinned it to my noticeboard. Just as I pressed the button on my coffee machine I heard the doorbell ring. I peeped through the hole and saw the rugged good looks of Jack Donnelly staring back at me. I felt a smile creep on my face and I opened the door a bit, the chain still attached though just in case.

"Excuse me Rebecca, I don't want to disturb you but I just have to check something at your side wall. It's just something to do with your neighbours fencing" he said tipping his cap, his voice low and gravely.

"Ok…" I said slightly wary of unhinging the chain.

"You don't have to let me in, if I could just go through the side gate, I won't be but a minute"

"Ok…I'll walk out and open the gate"

I closed the door and headed for the back door. I put the key in the lock and opened it revealing Jack standing there messing with his phone. He walked past me and stood at the wall and took out a measuring tape.

"The husband back?" he said jumping up and sitting on the wall leaning across with the measuring tape.

"No, not yet, be back tomorrow"

His cheekbones moved as he chewed his gum and nodded. He wrote something down and then shoved it back in his pocket.

"Ok finished" he said hopping back down.

I heard the coffee machine beep which caught his attention.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I said and I didn't actually feel scared of him.

He looked at me again and smiled. There was something about his eyes…his eyes were just mesmerising.

"I would love one darling" he winked.

I locked the back gate and walked in through the back door, with Jack hot on my heels. I poured him a cup and he mumbled something about 3 sugars and milk. I leaned against the countertop sipping my coffee while Jack looked around the kitchen.

"It's a nice place you got here"

"Thank you Mr Donnelly"

"Please call me Jack"

"So do you live around here?"

"Around here? Nah couldn't afford this on a handyman's wage" he said sipping his coffee.

"The fence looks really nice; I'll have to remember you if I need one put up"

He let out a sigh and I felt myself more drawn to him. He walked over to me and stood looking down at me.

"I can put up…anything for you" he whispered leaning down to my ear, giving me goose bumps.

"Mr Jack of all trades…" I whispered. I felt a grunt come from his chest and his rough, calloused hands reached under my robe.

But I got a bad feeling as he touched me. I pushed his hands off me and he rubbed his nose.

"Mr Donnelly…"

"Well if you ever need anything done that your husband can't do…give me a call" he purred before he headed for the door. He turned and winked before closing the door and I let out a deep breath. I haven't had a man stir up these kinds of feelings in me in a long time.