Summary: By a request: "You're a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and i fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though i didn’t need it" AU.
Author's Notes: It's just a fun little thing while I write my angsty multichapter fic, so I hope you enjoy it!
Ianto blinked the sweat out of his eyes and tried not to frown too much for the festive mood around him. It wasn’t his fault that he was getting the sunburn of the century, really, but that didn’t mean that he had to take it out on the innocent kids that were about to enter the competition.
He had no idea why he’d decided to take the job. He had a regular one during the week and he didn’t really need the money, but he’d thought that it’d be fun.
Now, several hours later, Ianto officially decided that he had never felt less amused in his life.
He felt as if something was crawling under his skin as the unforgiving sun glared down at him. The children all around him were asking the most ridiculous questions possible, and there was also that idiot walking just by the edge of the pool while clearly looking for the dressing room.
Ianto gave an irritated huff and stood up, fully intent on giving his twelfth speech for the day on how the children had to be left to prepare alone and the parents could just watch and no, sir, you can’t really get in, when the man pointed his daughter at the other side of the pool, smiled at her and patted her on the back. He swirled on his heels, then, clearly ready to take his place as a part of the audience, when he slipped. He flailed his arms about for a moment or two before falling into the water – followed by several surprised gasps from the other parents – and Ianto sighed as he followed suit. Today was going to be a long day.
And just when Jack had been so sure he’d been getting it right. He’d brought Alice to the competition when she’d asked him to, no matter how busy he was. It was one of the many pleasures of being a single father – having no one to back you up when you needed it. He couldn’t disappoint her, though; not for the third time that month.
And of course, just as he’d sent her to get ready, he had to fall headfirst into the goddamn pool with all his clothes on and in front of everyone in the neighbourhood. It was a small relief that it was the smaller one – at least he could get out of it easily.
Right before he could get to it, though, he felt someone jumping in the water next to him and a pair of arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him onto the surface.
“Thanks,” Jack gasped out as soon as what he supposed was the lifeguard let him go, “but I can swim.”
The man came into Jack’s vision and shrugged. “It’s my job, sir.” He climbed out of the pool with several nimble movements and extended a hand to Jack, which he took to pull himself out of the water as well.
“Well, it’s good to know that my daughter’s in safe hands,” Jack noted and his voice died as he looked up. The man was in his early twenties, about as tall as Jack and dressed in loose shorts and a white t-shirt, now both drenched with water. His hair – dark and shiny on the sunlight – was dripping too and he had the bluest eyes Jack had ever seen on anyone. He seemed a bit tense and only then did Jack notice how pale he was and the way his impossibly high cheekbones were already burning red from the sunlight. “Sorry,” he said hastily. “I’m keeping you here when you can go back to your–”
“I’m destined to burn anyway,” the young man shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“What, you don’t even have an umbrella? Why didn’t you speak to the management?”
“I don’t even work here normally,” he said. “I’m not exactly in the position to file a complaint.”
“Well, I could file one for you,” Jack said slyly, already finding a way in for a further conversation. “What’s your name?”
“Ianto Jones.” From the mischievous glint in Ianto’s eyes, he’d picked up the signal just fine. “And you are?”
“Captain Jack Harkness.” Jack shook his hand and came closer. “Do you think I could–”
“The competition begins in five minutes, Sir,” the young man said primly. “You wouldn’t want people to think you’ve got something going on with the jury, which happens to be me?”
“Of course not,” Jack said, voice solemn. “But if Alice wins, you’d have to see me again, right? To give her the trophy?”
“I suppose so, Sir.” Another one of those enigmatic little smiles. “I wish you the best of luck!”