Janto One-Shots

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This one is really bad but ya know I wanted to update this book so here we go

Another week, another meeting with my therapist. Every Tuesday, at 4pm, I would have to sneak out of the Torchwood building and make my way to the therapists office. I occasionally tried to switch my meeting times, attempting to draw as little attention to my scheduled disappearances.

If Jack or any of the others were to find out, I'm sure they would retcon her immediately and.. well, I dunno what they would do. They would probably be mad at me for a while, and wonder how many other people I had told about Torchwood.

Don't flip your lid that I told my therapist about Torchwood. After I ran out of things to talk about that involved my normal life, I had to tell her why I was really there. I tried to stay vague and only mention the fact that I have hide really big secrets, so I'm thankful she doesn't push for more.

The city of Cardiff gleamed in front of me, the sun slowly growing low in the sky. The streets were busy, tourists and residents abound. I decided to take the "staff entrance", or the one through the little dock house. The waves were lapping against the wooden posts, calling out to the fisherman making their down towards the water.

The little dockhouse provided comfort, even serenity. It's a small little place that leads to something bigger. I guess my therapist would explain that it was kind of like me, with a tiny little intention that's actually hiding something much bigger.

I didn't have time to think about my therapist, now that I was back I had to fully erase that part of my mind. I made my way into the hub of the building, Myfanwy's screeching bouncing off of the cold walls.

"Hello Ianto!" Gwen greeted from her computer stand.

I simply nodded my head in her direction. There didn't seem to be much action around the hub today, everyone was just typing away in their own little words. I could see Jack pacing around in his glass office, and it looked as if he was yelling at someone on the phone. When we finally locked eyes, he smiled and waved.

I figured he would probably want some coffee or something, because even without working a case he seems to always have enough paperwork to keep him busy late into the night. I trekked towards the kitchen to start my traditional brewing process.

A few minutes trickled by, and the pot of water had finally begun to boil.

"Ianto, making coffee at half past five in the afternoon?" Tosh chimed from behind me.

"Well, you never know." I smiled back at her.

Work was slow. Like, really slow. I don't know why, but for once, there were no aliens attacking the city, there were no ghosts or rips in time, nothing. Just another day at the office. Jack let everyone head out just around 6 pm, because even he managed to see that it was a boring day. We mainly spent the time doing paper work and cleaning.

"Hey Jack?" I called out, stepping through his office door. "I'm heading out."

He looked up from his computer and gave me a little wave. "Alrighty Ianto, I'll see you tomorrow."

He smiled. Oh that smile, it was lovely. It could consume all of your attention, it could send into a spiral of amazement. That's when a loud whirring sound filled the room. We both knew the sound all too well, it was the sound of the large cog shaped door that led into the hub.

I thought it might have just been Tosh or Gwen, even Owen, returning because they forgot something or anyone other reason one might return to work.

"Ianto?" The guest called out.

Jack looked up at me, clearly not recognizing the voice. Shit shit shit! I ran out of Jack's office, and it was as if my worst nightmare had come to life. Standing in the hub, right on the stairs, was none other than my therapist.