Title: The Chosen One

Setting: This story is set instead of 'Small Worlds'

Characters: Ianto Jones, Captain Jack Harkness, Gwen Cooper, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Suzie Costello, Rhys Williams, Steffan Vaughan, Enaid Vaughan (And maybe others if I think of them or add them in)

Pairings: Gwen/Rhys, Jack/Owen (Just for something different and a little fun)

Rating: M, for violence, sexual themes f+m and m+m, smut, coarse language, murder, self harm, (IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT!)

Summery: What if Ianto was 10 years younger and what if he was a chosen one? Would Jack be able to save this poor, misunderstood child or would he loose him to the fairies?

Comments: I told you they were coming… Not much in this chapter but I'm finally getting on topic. I had to bring Estelle into it. I just love her and Jack so much and she needed to be involved to here's my take on it… Enjoy. I wanted one up for my birthday so here it is… I GOT THERE!! Trying to make up for my slackness. I have finished all my assessment tasks that are due so I can focus on this story ^_^. Fairies are in the next chapter, promise. -crosses heart-

Chapter 3:

Jack walked threw the cog door and looked over at his team. Tosh and Suzie had fallen asleep on each other and Gwen was asleep on the floor beside the couch. Owen was passing around the bottom floor of the hub.

"Jack," he cried running towards him. Jack chuckled and wrapped his arms around the younger man who pushed his face into Jack's neck. "You weren't actually worried about me, were you Owen?" chuckled Jack, pushing Owen back so he could look into the younger mans brown eyes.

"Of corse not," Owen laughed, leaning up and catching Jack in a fiery kiss. "I promised I'd wake the girls when you got back," Owen told him, taking Jack's hand and leaning him towards the other three Torchwood members. Jack sat on the lounge and pulled Toshiko towards him as Owen knelt next to Gwen.

"Hey, good morning," Jack cooed, rubbing his hand over her cheek as she stirred and looked up at him.

"Jack?" she asked, grabbing his hand and holding it in hers.

"Yeah, may I suggest a coffee?" he asked as he heard Gwen moan and starch.

"I'll go and get some Starbucks in a minute,' Owen promised as he moved, gently shaking Suzie's shoulder. She growled and rolled over, falling off the edge of the lounge onto Gwen.

"Hey," chuckled Suzie as Gwen glared at her.

"Jack, " Gwen cried with delight as she looked up at him. Toshiko went back to sleep on his shoulder.

"Good morning," he chuckled.

"Did you save Ianto?" she asked conversationally.

"I don't think anything can save that boy, I merely postponed it," Jack said sadly. "Come on, you girls go home. Get some rest. I'll call you if I need you. You too Owen," he said avoiding eye contact with all of them. They slowly climbed to their feet and left. Jack made his way to his office. As he sat down at his huge wooden desk he noticed something, sitting on top of the piles and piles of unfinished paperwork was a single rose petal. He picked it up and brought it close to his face, examining it. He hadn't realized how long he had been there until the was a knock on the door and Owen walked in, carrying two cups of coffee. Jack looked up with a confused and worried expression.

"What's wrong?" demanded Owen as he walked towards Jack, sitting on the edge of the desk in front of Jack.

"Give me a minute," he mumbled reaching across and grabbing his phone. Pushing two buttons he held it to his ear as Owen watched, his leg sitting on the edge of Jack's chair. "Hey, sweetheart. It's Jack," he told the person at the other end of the phone. There was a pause. "Yeah, I know it's been ages. I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch," he chuckled. "I'm sure you look beautiful as always," he told them. Owen could hear the mumbled voice of a woman on the other end. "I'll come by and pick you up in an hour, okay?" he chuckled again. "All right, see you then," he hung up and looked up at Owen, dropping the rose petal into his hand. "Were going to lunch," he smiled and climbed to his feet, pulling Owen against him. Owen could see the distant look that had invaded Jack's beautiful blue eyes.

"What's this for?" he asked holding it up so they could both look at it.

"That's what I'm hoping to find out," Jack told him.

"Jack," cried the elderly woman with delight as she pushed open her front door.

"Estelle," he wrapped his arms around her as Owen stood behind him. "It's been to long," he told her after giving her a quick kiss on the lips. She hit his shoulder gently.

"You never stop by," she complained.

"I'm sorry. I've been really busy. I promise I'll take you out more," he told her as he took her hand, pulling the front door closed and leading her towards the SUV. "By the way, Estelle this is Owen. Owen, Estelle," he told them.

"Nice to meet you," Owen told her with a smile, enjoying the lights that lit Jack's eyes every time they looked at each other. "I'm going to drive," he glared at Jack. Jack opened his mouth to complain. "I would actually like to get to know this beautiful young woman before you kill us all in a car crash," Owen chuckled and Estelle looked up at him.

"He still can't drive?" she shook her head as Jack helped her into the front seat of the car. "Didn't your father ever teach you to drive?" she demanded. Jack laughed before he shut the door and climbed in behind her, sitting a hand on her shoulder.

"So how do you two know each other?" Owen asked as he pulled out onto the empty street.

"Well, I knew his father back in the war. Amazing man he was, you look just like him," Estelle told Jack as she patted his hand. "But he died in the war. A few years back this young man turned up on my doorstep," she chuckled.

"He had told me so many stories about you two. He really did love you," Jack told her with a sad smile.

"And I him. Shame the war took him. He was so young," she admitted.

"So Estelle. How are your fairies going?" Jack asked suddenly. Owen was glad for the change in direction. She chuckled.

"Actually I took some new photos just last week. There were out in the woods," Estelle explained. Jack suddenly went very quiet.

"What's going on?" demanded Owen as he followed Jack down he dark alley way.

"Jack, next on your left," Tosh told him threw their coms. Gwen followed along quietly. Jack walked around the corner and was suddenly pressed against the cold, damp wall.

"I swear Harkness, if you don't start talking…"

"You will what, Owen? Tie me up? Interrogate me? Throw me around a bit until I break?" Jack grinned. "Actually that sounds like fun," Jack suddenly switched their places, grinding against Owen as he struggled trying to get away from the older man.

"Jack," Gwen said in a tiny voice. He had completely forgotten she was there. "Jack," she said more urgently, then another voice joined hers.

"Jack," it called quietly and Jack recognized it straight away. "I knew it was you. I heard your voice. It's good to see you," Ianto told him as Jack turned to look at the boy. His cloths were soaked in the blood running from a head wound. His cloths were ripped open , revealing this bruised and blood smeared body below. "It's good to see you," he said again before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed. His head making a large cracking sound as it hit the road.

"Owen. Get over here," Jack yelled lunging himself away from the younger man and running towards Ianto.

Ianto sat in his room staring at the wall across from him. He had sat like this since Captain Jack had dropped him home the night before. He tore at the edges of the paper the man had given him last night with a single phone number on it that was now scrawled al over the back of his door and along the wall. Below he heard skin connect with skin and his rage boiled.

"It's your fault. You should keep a closer eye on the basted," Stefan's voice rang threw the house before he slapped Ianto's mother again. Without realizing what he was doing he climbed to his feet and headed towards the lounge room. He took in the sight before him. His mother was sitting on the floor in front of the lounge, her legs out at odd angles telling Ianto she had fallen, she was clutching her bloody lip and cheek with both hands as she looked up desperately at the monster who was standing over her, bringing his hand back to strike her again.

"Leave her alone," Ianto said quietly, not sure if Stefan had hear him. It was obvious he had when he stood up, turning to face Ianto.

"What did you say?" he demanded. His mother looked up at him as well, her eyes full of fear.

"I said leave her alone. She had noting to do with this. I was the one who snuck out," Ianto told him. In three long strides Stefan was standing in front of Ianto. They were almost the same height but Stefan was a little taller. "You have no right to do this to her. She loves you and all you fucking do it treat her like shit," Ianto snarled at him.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," roared Stefan.

Ianto didn't remember much after that. He found himself wandering down the street. He was freezing cold and something was running down his forehead. He briefly remember Stefan picking up a TV remote and throwing it at him as well as beating him with a large hard cover book he had left on the table in the lounge room a few days ago. He had no idea where he was heading but he seamed to be wandering in the direction of the building he had been on the night before. There was a shout from a near by alley way.

"Interrogate me? Throw me around a bit until I break?" the end of the question had a teasing tone and Ianto recognized it. He stumbled into the alley way and looked over at a woman. She looked at him confused before recognition flickered into her eyes.

"Jack," she said quietly not looking away from me. Ianto broke eye contact and looked up at Jack, pressing another man against the wall. From the way he was standing Ianto could tell it was playful. "Jack," the woman said again turning towards the others.

"Jack," Ianto said taking a step forwards but he felt my foot falter, he stumbled sideways as the blackness began to invade his vision. Jack looked up then, meeting the amazing blue eyes of the teenager. "I knew it was you. I heard your voice," he drawled, his words mixing together in his ears. "It's good to see you," he smiled. "It's good to see you," he said again not remembering if he had said it already before the darkness took his vision completely.

"Jack, he'll wake up when he's ready," Ianto recognized the mans voice as the other man in the alley way. He sounded irritated. "Why didn't you take Gwen and Toshiko to lunch or something?" Owen snapped.

"Sorry," Jack mumbled and he felt a hand run threw his hair. Ianto groaned and pushed against it. His mother used to do the same thing when he was younger, soothing him after a nightmare or patching him up after a nasty fall, it was usually followed by a gentle kiss on the for head. Lisa had raised it soothed him and had taken to running her hand threw his hair when ever he turned up at her house, wrist's bleeding and tears soaking his face.

"Ianto?" asked Jack's voice softly.

"Lisa?" he asked forcing open his eyes as his body moved to sit up.

"No you don't," the other man said as he put a hand on Ianto's chest to hold him in place. He looked around at the white room, tiles and medical readings displayed over one wall. Jack was sitting on his left and Owen was standing on his right.

"How are you feeling?" Jack asked him.

"Horrible, my head hurts," Ianto complained.

"As it should. Besides the gash across your head you have concussion and a crack threw your skull," the other man told him. "You also have a cracked rib, broken arm and major bruising… Well I guess it would be easier to tell you where your not bruised," he said sadly.

"And you are?" Ianto asked raising an eyebrow.

"Doctor Owen Harper," he told him.

"What happened, Ianto?" Jack asked as his fingers continued to play with Ianto's hair. Ianto took a deep breath.

"I don't really remember. I heard Stefan and Mam fighting and I was just so sick of it. So annoyed so I went out to confront him. All I really remember is Mam on the floor in front of the lounge with a split lip when I walked in then about a five minute space where Stefan was beating me with my book and then…" Ianto trailed off in sobs. Ignoring Owen's complained he pushed up, sitting on the cold metal table and putting his hands over his face. The pain didn't bother him that much, sure it hurt but Ianto knew he deserved it. For not being able to save Lisa, no being able to protect his mother, not being good enough for his father or for Stefan.

"Shh," he felt a arm wrap around him as Jack sat on the edge of the table, pulling Ianto against his chest. He didn't know what it was but something just drew him towards Ianto. The heavenly smell that was unlike anything else, the bright blue eyes that caused you to all but drown in the sadness and pain hidden below the surface or maybe it was something else, the connection they had might have been more then Toshiko realized. Whatever it was Jack felt the need to protect him, remove the weight of the world from his shoulders and take away all the pain that was causing him to fall into the arms of a complete stranger in search of comfort. "Calm down," Jack whispered against his hair.

They were walking along the waterfront, just Ianto and Jack.

"We have contacted the police. Stefan was taken into custody last night. Your mother called them," Jack told him. Ianto stayed quiet as they walked towards the road. His mothers car was parked waiting for him.

"Thanks for all your help, Captain," Ianto mumbled quietly, his forehead wrinkled as if he was trying to think of something important that was right on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite get there.

"Just remember, anytime you need me, just call," Jack told him passing Ianto a piece of paper. Without thinking Ianto told him the numbers witting on the paper without looking at it. Jack glanced at him before he walked towards his mother. She wrapped her arms around him and when Ianto turned back around to asked Jack something he was gone. His eyes washed over the water tower a few meters away.

"Thank you," he whispered before he climbed into the car.