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Fic: Ianto Unknown (1/4)

Title: Ianto Unknown (1/4)
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: Teen
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Team Torchwood
Word Count: 5640/12,800
Summary: Ianto Jones wakes up on the floor one morning with no recollection of how he got there – or of Torchwood. When the team investigate a violent attack against one of Ianto’s neighbours, Jack must juggle his responsibilities to the team – and to Ianto.
Spoilers: Everything up to Adrift. Vague references to a few of the Torchwood Novels, but you don’t have to have read them to understand the reference.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, though I wouldn’t say no to a pet pterodactyl.
Authors Notes: Written for the Jantolution Challenge – The Harlequin Challenge. Based on this summary for the Harlequin novel Identity Unknown.

Betaed by cindergirlgrimm



Bookcover made by erin_giles




Thursday

Ianto sat up slowly, gingerly rubbing the back of his head. He felt like he had been run-over, his entire body ached – probably due to the fact that he seemed to have fallen asleep on the floor. He tried to stand – and immediately gave up. The pain in his head intensified, making him see stars in front of his eyes. Ianto groaned quietly, before resting his head on the wooden coffee table next to him.


Pounding headache? Check.

Fallen asleep in an embarrassing position? Check.

Feel like you could drink enough water to fill the Thames threefold and still have room for more? Check.


Diagnosis: Hangover.



This seemed like the logical conclusion to Ianto’s confused brain – though it did not explain the egg-sized lump on the back of his head. Nor did it explain why there were no remnants of last night’s activities.


Surely if he had drunk enough to pass out on the floor, there would still be some bottles lying around.


The last time he had been this hung over he was still a teenager and had drunk more than a full bottle of cider. Surely even his inner neat freak would be at least a bit incapacitated after that much alcohol.


Something was buzzing in the room. He lifted his head slowly to see his mobile was flashing next to where his head had been lying. Tentatively, he reached out his right hand to pick it up. He frowned at the display: the word Torchwood was flashing on the screen. What was Torchwood and why did he have their number programmed into his phone?


Deciding he had better answer it, he flipped it open, “Hello,” he croaked. He quickly coughed, hoping he could try and sound a little less hung over. He tried again, feeling better when his voice sounded a bit more normal – though he still sounded like he had a strong head cold. An American voice floated down the line sounding concerned.


“Ianto? Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry who is this?”

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to hesitate before answering slowly.

“It’s Jack. Ianto, where are you?”

“I’m sorry but I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

“…Ianto, what the hell is going on?”

“’Bye.”


Ianto hung up the phone. His head was still killing him. Carefully, he rose up from the floor, grabbing his sofa for support and made his way through to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a couple of Paracetamol. Hopefully a few hours sleep – in bed this time – would help clear his headache.


***



Jack stared at his phone in bewilderment before throwing it into his pocket and running down the stairs from his office to the main part of the Hub, grabbing his coat as he went. Three confused faces looked up at him as he thundered down the steps.

“Owen,” Jack bellowed, “get your kit. I think something’s wrong with Ianto.”


Owen immediately ran towards the medical bay while the girls both jumped out of their seats and started towards the garage. “What’s going on Jack?” Gwen asked as she ran, while Tosh grabbed her laptop.

Jack was already at the entrance to the garage. “I’ll explain on the way. Owen will you get a move on already!”


***



Ianto rinsed out his now empty coffee cup before putting it down on the draining board. Most of the aches had gone thanks to the Paracetamol and the few slices of toast he had managed to eat. His head still ached though and he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was supposed to be doing something.

Something important.


He shook his head.


That weird phone call had unnerved him a bit, that was all. He was going to go lie-down for a few hours and hope his head sorted itself out in the meantime.


Ianto was just outside his bedroom when the front door burst open. He froze as three people with guns came charging into his flat. The tallest of the three immediately started barking out orders and Ianto recognised the voice as the one who had spoken to him on the phone earlier. These people knew where he lived!


Ianto was starting to get more than just a little bit frightened.


“Owen - take the bedroom and the bathroom. Tosh – make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. I’ll take the kitchen.” The pair nodded and Owen moved past Ianto into his bedroom while Jack headed into the kitchen. All three kept their guns raised.

“All clear, Jack,” The cockney accent drifted through from behind Ianto’s shoulder.

“Same here,” Jack replied before walking back into the living room, holstering his gun. The other two followed suit.

“Owen, check him out,” Jack said, gesturing at Ianto. Owen nodded and moved towards Ianto – who immediately backed away. Unfortunately for Ianto, he walked straight into Jack, who placed his hands on Ianto’s shoulders.


Ianto started to struggle, “Get off me! Get away from me! I’ve done nothing wrong!” Jack tightened his grip on Ianto’s shoulders.

“We know Ianto. Owen’s just going to make sure you’re okay. Make sure everything is alright.”

“How do you know who I am? I don’t know you! Let me go!” Owen raised his eyebrows at Jack who looked just as confused. Tosh walked towards Ianto slowly, her hands raised so he could see she wasn’t going to try and hurt him.


“Ianto, do you remember me? My name’s Tosh. That’s Jack and that’s Owen. We work with you. We’re your friends. We just want to help you.”

“I’ve told you, I don’t know you people.” Ianto stopped struggling and turned to look at Jack.

“Please,” He pleaded. “Please, let me go. I’ve done nothing wrong.” Jack scrunched up his face, trying to drown out Ianto’s pleading. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Ianto – but there was obviously something very wrong.


For the time being, he had to forget he was Ianto’s - boyfriend? Lover? Partner? He hated 21st century labels – he had to concentrate on being the head of Torchwood Three. Something was obviously wrong with Ianto and they couldn’t leave him alone until they ruled out the possibility of alien intervention.


“Ianto!” He commanded, inwardly flinching at how harsh his voice sounded. “Ianto, we can’t let you go. Now let Owen examine you or I’m going to sedate you. Do you understand?” Ianto nodded, on the verge of tears.


Jack guided him through to his kitchen and made him sit down on one of the chairs. He sat on the seat next to Ianto, keeping one hand on his shoulder to try to dissuade him from struggling. Owen followed them while Tosh stayed in the living room. If they did have to sedate Ianto, she didn’t want to have any part of it.

“What’s the last thing you remember, Ianto?” Owen asked him while digging his stethoscope out of his bag.

“I – I don’t really know. I woke up on the floor – I think I had too much to drink last night.” He looked down at the floor, unable to meet their eyes. He heard Jack snort behind him.

“I find that hard to believe. You hardly keep any alcohol in here,” Jack jerked his head towards the drinks-cabinet in Ianto’s living room, “and that bottle of scotch is still unopened.”


Ianto’s eyes widened. How did he know that – and more importantly why didn’t he remember that?”

“I – How do you know that?” Ianto stuttered. Owen smirked.

“I think Jack’s been staying here a bit more than he’s been letting on. Isn’t that right, Captain?” Jack growled at Owen.

“That’s none of your business.” Owen kept on smirking.


“Jack,” Gwen called as she entered the flat at that moment, preventing Owen and Jack from dissolving into a slagging match. Jack rose from his seat next to Ianto.

“Don’t move.” He ordered pointing at Ianto. The Welshman nodded. He was still visibly upset.


“What did Andy want?” Jack asked as he entered the living room. They had walked past Gwen’s ex-colleague on the stairs up to Ianto’s flat and he had immediately cornered Gwen, saying he had just been about to ring her.


Jack knew Gwen and Andy had barely spoken since Gwen had discovered Flat Holm a few weeks earlier. Though he would never admit it, Jack was relieved to know that whatever Andy thought of them personally, he wasn’t stupid enough to let a grudge get in the way of contacting them.


“There was a break-in at one of Ianto’s neighbours last night. The woman – Mrs Louisa Smith – was in the bath when she heard someone knocking something over in her flat. When she went to see what was going on someone attacked her.

“One of the other neighbours was coming back from the gym and saw her door was open. He found her lying on the floor and called an ambulance. She’s in A&E.”

“What’s this go to do with us?” Jack asked. “Sounds like a standard botched robbery to me.”

Gwen pulled a clear plastic bag out of her coat pocket. “They found this on the floor, under the table.”


Jack took the bag from Gwen frowning. His frown grew deeper as he recognised the item – it was a mini rift-energy scanner. Jack turned the bag over, already knowing what he would see. On the back of the scanner there was a small sticker containing the Torchwood logo and the words ‘Registered to Torchwood Officer 397’ – Ianto.


“Did the woman say anything else?” Gwen nodded. She was staring at the wall over Jack’s shoulder, not wanting to look him in the eye. However, the photograph she was staring at was not much better. It was one of herself, Jack, Owen and Ianto playing pool at one of the pubs near the Hub. No one had realised that Tosh had pulled out her phone to snap the image. She had printed it off and given each of them a framed copy last Christmas.


“Gwen!” Jack snapped. She turned to look at him guiltily. “Did she say anything else?”

Gwen took a deep breath. “The guy who found her didn’t see anybody as he entered the building but when she came around, Mrs Smith gave the police a description.”


Jack knew he wasn’t going to like what came next. Tosh was nervously glancing between Gwen and Jack.


“What did she say Gwen?” Jack asked.

“Six-foot, white male with a welsh accent. She didn’t know his name but recognised him as he lived in the building.” Jack closed his eyes as Gwen repeated the woman’s description.

This could not be happening. He heard Tosh whisper ‘Oh my God’ but didn’t react.

“Jack. What’s going on? You don’t think Ianto –“


Gwen stopped speaking as Owen walked through from the kitchen, Ianto trailing slowly behind him. Jack placed the bag with Ianto’s scanner in his coat pocket.


“Ring Andy and tell him that Torchwood are talking over the investigation.” Gwen nodded and went to stand outside Ianto’s still open front door. “Diagnosis Doctor?” Jack asked Owen.

“He’s got concussion and there’s a nasty bump on the back of his head. I think that’s what’s causing the memory loss. I’ll be able to do some more tests when we get back to the Hub.“ Jack nodded. Gwen walked back through the front door.

“He’s not happy. Asking if it’s another one of our ‘Spooky-“ Gwen faltered as Ianto paled. “Ianto are you alright?” She asked him.

“Gwen?” Ianto asked before yelling out in pain. He clutched his head – a sharp stabbing pain shooting through his brain. Jack grabbed him before he fell to the floor.

“What the hell happened?” Jack demanded as he gently lowered Ianto to the floor. Owen shoved him out of the way so he could get a better look at Ianto.

“He was looking at me.” Gwen said, standing behind Jack with Tosh. “He raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened and then–" Gwen waved her hand in as if to say ‘and then that happened.’

“Is he alright?” Tosh asked, just as Ianto groaned and started to come round.


***



Ianto snorted into his coffee. Gwen shot him a mock-glare. “Sorry.” Ianto apologised. “I just can’t imagine Rhys as the serenading sort.” Gwen glanced at the table.

“He’s not normally. I don’t know what came over him.”

“You mean other than one too many pints of Brains and too many romantic comedies?” Gwen playfully smacked him on the arm.

“I don’t know why I tell you these things.”

“Because I’m paying for the coffee?”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“And here I thought it was for my dazzling intelligence and handsome good looks.” Gwen laughed.

“You are spending
far too much time with Jack. He’s a bad influence.” Ianto gave her a wolfish grin.

“Jack can be very persuasive.” Gwen groaned and rolled her eyes.

“I don’t want to know.”

“Liar.”

“You’re right.” Gwen glanced at her watch. “We’ve still got half an hour. Why don’t you tell me why Owen banned you and Jack from the autopsy room - and I want
all the gory details.” Ianto smirked.

“Good. The edited version is much less interesting.”



***



“Gwen,” Ianto groaned as Jack and Owen helped him sit-up.

“Well at least he remembers one of us,” Jack grumbled before standing back and letting Gwen get closer to Ianto. Gwen ran her fingers through his hair. It was damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead.

“I’m here sweetheart. Are you alright?” Ianto nodded then grimaced.

“Head hurts.”

“Do you want some water?”

“Please.”

“Tosh?” Tosh nodded once before walking through to the kitchen.

“What happened?” Jack asked Ianto, from behind Gwen’s shoulder.

“I remember Gwen. I remember talking to her about someone – Rhys, I think – serenading her-” Jack and Owen both glanced at Gwen, who muttered, ‘don’t ask’ under her breath. “...And why Owen banned us from the autopsy bay. I don’t actually remember why we got banned though.”

“I wish I didn’t remember.” Owen said while Jack grinned.

“Don’t worry. I’ve still got the CCTV footage.”


Tosh came back through, carrying the water, just in time to hear Gwen say “Really? You didn’t mention any CCTV Ianto.”

“CCTV?” Tosh asked.

“Jack and Ianto porn.” Owen snapped while pulling off his plastic gloves.

Jack rolled his eyes. “I’ve deleted it from the system. Does that make you feel better?” Owen grunted. “I just wouldn’t look at the computer in my office too closely.” He said before winking at Tosh and Gwen. Gwen rolled her eyes while Tosh averted her gaze.


“Right.” Owen interrupted, before Jack said anything else. “I’ve heard enough of your love life to last a lifetime Harkness. When did you two have this conversation?” He asked, glancing at first Ianto and then Gwen.”

“Two day’s ago.” Gwen replied. “Jack was talking to the PM and you had challenged Tosh to a Tetris Show-Down.” Gwen grinned at Owen. “How did that go by the way? You didn’t mention it when we got back, normally you’d take any opportunity to gloat.” Owen deliberately ignored her.

“You.” He said looking at Ianto. “You need to come with us. I want to run some tests on you. Are you going to co-operate or do I need to take up Jack’s suggestion and sedate you?”


Ianto glanced at Gwen who smiled at him, before he nodded his acceptance. He didn’t see the glare Gwen shot Jack for threatening to sedate him while Owen helped him to his feet. Owen kept one hand on Ianto’s shoulder as they left, whilst Jack went and retrieved Ianto’s Torchwood pass and gun from where he kept it in his top draw.


“You two coming?” Jack called as he left Ianto’s bedroom. Tosh and Gwen were standing behind Ianto’s sofa, heads bent together, whispering furiously. Both jumped apart when Jack spoke. Tosh blushed and Gwen grinned. Jack was immediately suspicious – he recognised that look in Gwen’s eyes.


He made a mental note to change the password on his office computer as soon as he got back to the office – not that that would stop Toshiko for very long. He sighed; he had more important problems at the minute, than two gossipy girls.


He followed the others out and locked the door with his key – which was still in the lock from their hurried entrance earlier that morning.


***



The journey back to the Hub was silent. Owen – having been in the kitchen when Gwen handed Jack Ianto’s scanner – was surprised when Jack had handcuffed Ianto, but wisely kept his opinions to himself for once.


As soon as they arrived back at the Hub, Owen and Gwen escorted Ianto to the medical bay so Owen could run some more thorough tests on him. Tosh immediately went to her PC and started to look through the previous evenings, black and white CCTV footage from Ianto’s building


Jack took his time parking the SUV. The weight of the scanner in his pocket was bringing his spirits down. He didn’t really believe that Ianto would attack somebody – certainly not for their possessions. There was the possibility of alien influence of course, though he hoped that wasn’t the case. They had enough alien threats to deal with as it was. Hopefully, Owen’s tests would provide them with some more clues as to what was going on.


He sighed and rested his head against the SUV steering wheel. He didn’t know what he would do if Ianto was behind the attack.


NO! He mentally chastised himself. He was not walking down that path. There was no way that Ianto would willingly attack someone. If Ianto had attacked the woman, something - or someone - else, was obviously influencing him.


Besides, they still had no concrete evidence that Ianto had attacked the woman.


Jack sighed again before getting out of the SUV. He hated himself for what he was about to do, but he knew he didn’t have any other choice – he just hoped that Ianto understood.


***



Jack walked to the balcony above the medical bay, so he could watch Owen perform his tests on Ianto. Gwen was already there. “You okay?” She asked Jack. He nodded. He wasn’t getting drawn into this. Until they found some evidence to clear Ianto he was going to have to keep his emotions at bay. He couldn’t afford to let his out-of-work relationship with Ianto influence him.


Until they knew Ianto wasn’t being influenced by anything alien, Ianto was a threat – and they had to treat him like one.


“Are you finished?” Jack asked Owen as he started to remove his gloves.

“Yep. Just need to analyses this.” He said, picking up the vial of Ianto’s blood. “We should have the results in a few hours.” Jack nodded then turned to Ianto.

“Remember anything else yet?”

“A bit” Ianto frowned. “At least I think so. I recognised up there,” Ianto pointed back over Gwen and Jack’s shoulders to the main section of the Hub, where Toshiko’s typing could be heard as she examined the CCTV footage.

“I remember little bits like making coffee, conversations I’ve had with you guys – I think I remember why we got banned from the autopsy room.” Ianto said looking at Jack. Jack leered at him, while Owen groaned. Gwen started laughing which caused Ianto to smile. Ianto quickly brought the team back down to earth.


“What are you going to do with me?” Gwen immediately stopped laughing and Jack’s face fell. All three faces turned to look at him. Jack stared at the wall not wanting to make eye contact.

“Until we get Owen’s results back, and we talk to the victim, we can’t be sure that you’re not a threat.”

“You’re going to lock me up.” It wasn’t a question. Jack sighed before forcing himself to look at Ianto.

“Yes. You’re going to have to stay in the vaults – and that’s an order.” He directed at Gwen who was already starting to object. Ianto stared back at Jack before dropping his head.


Jack walked down the steps towards Ianto. “I’m going to take you down into the vaults, but later we’re going to have to ask you some questions. Understand?”
Ianto nodded.

“Do I have to keep these on?” Ianto asked, raising his still handcuffed hands. Jack nodded.

“For now; yes. I’ll take them off when you’re in the cell, but you’ll need to wear them when we’re questioning you. Okay?”

“Okay.”


Jack helped Ianto get down from the table and then led him into the vaults.


He took Ianto to one of the cells at the far end of the corridor on the third level. Ianto had glanced nervously at Janet as they walked past, so Jack placed him in one of the cells on the same side, so that Ianto didn’t have to look at her. He smiled gratefully when he realised what Jack had done. Jack walked into the cell with Ianto, before removing his restraints and walking back out again.

“Do you want anything?” Jack asked, through the glass door. Ianto looked down at the rumpled shirt he was wearing. They were the same clothes he had woken up in. Jack didn’t mention that they were the same shirt and pants he had worn at work the previous day – nor did he mention the patch of dried blood on his collar from his head injury.


“Do I have any other clothes?” Ianto asked. Jack nodded.

“I’ll get you some spares. I’ll get you a jumper as well. It gets cold down here.”


Jack watched Ianto nod his head before turning away and walking back towards the Hub.


Ianto sat down and huddled as far into the corner as he could. He buried his face into his knees and started to sob. He didn’t notice the footsteps echoing down the corridor falter before they continued down the corridor.


***



Jack was sitting at the head of the table in the boardroom, resisting the strong urge to throw something heavy at Owen – and something moderately lighter at Gwen.


It was after eleven and his head was starting to ache. They had been cooped up in this room for hours, going round and round in circles. Owen’s tests had come back clear – the only abnormality being the wound on the back of Ianto’s head. There had been no traces of Retcon – or alcohol - in Ianto’s system.


Tosh’s research had brought a dead-end. The buildings CCTV footage had crashed at around 8.30 the previous evening and did not come back online until after midnight. Tosh had greeted this development with a string of profanities so fierce that even Owen raised his eyebrows at some of her phrases.


There was only one short piece of footage Tosh had gathered that was of any note. The black and white footage showed Ianto arriving home alone – with a handful of Asda carrier bags – at around 7. No one had entered or left either Ianto’s apartment or Mrs Smith’s during the period where Ianto had arrived home and the cameras had gone off-line.


Tosh had also run a scan on the building’s residents, based on the description Mrs Smith had given the police. Ianto was one of thirty-four matches.


According to the police reports Tosh had borrowed, twenty homes in the building had been broken into, during the last six-months. Each burglary coincided with the CCTV footage going down. However, this was the first time anybody had been hurt or been able to give the police a description.


Gwen and Jack had gone to the hospital with pictures of the computers matches, but they had been denied entry. Mrs Smith was asleep and had been given enough medication to keep her that way for several hours. The short, stocky nurse – who seemed to be immune to Jacks charms, much to Gwen’s amusement – had suggested they come back in the morning.


“You cannot be serious?” Gwen asked Owen, her fists clenched in anger. Owen mirrored her position, sitting opposite her. Tosh’s gaze swivelled back and forth as if watching a tennis match.

“It’s necessary.” Owen growled.

“You think locking him up like a weevil is necessary?”

“Yes! We don’t know if he’s being influenced by something alien or if he’s finally flipped – “

“Or if he’s totally innocent.”

“They found his scanner in the woman’s apartment.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s guilty.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s innocent either.”

“There is no way Ianto would attack someone.”

“There’s no way he’d hide a Cyberwoman in the basement either. Oh, wait – he’s done that already.”


Everyone turned to stare at Owen in disbelief – and fury in Jack’s case. Owen knew he had crossed the line and would be lucky if Jack didn’t try to kill him again.


Gwen spoke again. “There’s no way Ianto would attack anybody!”

Owen banged his fists on the table. “For all we know Ianto’s had some sort of breakdown. God knows it’s long over-due.”

“You really think Ianto’s had a breakdown?!”

“He should’ve had one after Canary Wharf!” Owen shouted before taking a deep breath. His next words were quiet, but the tone indicated that he was fighting to keep his temper. “Gwen you have no idea. There’s a reason Ianto doesn’t like you playing in the archives – and it’s not just because he thinks we all need to re-learn the alphabet.

“There are things in Torchwood’s past that are enough to have you reaching for the Retcon – and that’s just Cardiff. For years everybody knew that London had been messing with things they should have left well alone. But as far as I know, Jack’s the only person to challenge them and live to tell the tale.”


Gwen, Tosh and Owen all turned to look at Jack who was staring at the table – his hands gripping his hair on the top of his head. Owen faced Gwen again.


“Canary Wharf, Gwen. Ianto lived through Canary Wharf. Suzie and I went to scavenge the wreck after it happened. I – You can’t explain it. Do you remember seeing the pictures of the Twin Towers?”


Gwen nodded mutely. She doubted anybody would ever forget that. “That’s what it was like,” Owen continued. “Dust and ash, the smell of flesh burning. I had nightmares for months – and I only saw the aftermath. Ianto was there. I’m willing to bet that Ianto would rather spend the rest of his life in Flat Holm than have to relive Canary Wharf.”


Gwen opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again.


“Do you really think Ianto’s had some sort of breakdown?” Tosh asked quietly. She had been very quiet during the meeting, speaking only to relay her findings about the CCTV. Owen sighed.


“Honestly? I doubt it. If he were going to have one, it would probably have been after Lisa died. Saying that, psyche is not my speciality. I wouldn’t discount the possibility until we get a proper analysis.”

“Can you do that?” Gwen asked. Owen nodded.

“It won’t be as good as a psychiatrist’s assessment, but it should be accurate enough. It’s really the best we can do though. We can’t bring anyone from the outside in and the last thing we need is UNIT officials swarming around the place.”

“What about Martha?” Gwen asked. “Could she give a more accurate assessment?” Owen shook his head.

“No better than mine, she ain’t a psychiatrist either.”


Jack sighed, causing the other three to turn round. This was hopeless; there was nothing else they could do tonight. “Go home.” He told the others as he rose from his seat.

“Jack –“

“I said go home. There’s nothing else we can do tonight. Go home, get some sleep and I’ll see you all in the morning.” Jack swept out of the room without a backward glance, leaving the other three sat in their seats.


“Where do you think he’s going?” Gwen asked.

“I know where I’d be going.” Owen replied. “Anywhere that was open and sold alcohol.” Gwen rolled her eyes.

“Why am I not surprised. He’s probably going to brood on a roof somewhere. What Tosh?” Gwen asked as Tosh shook her head at the two of them.

“You’re hopeless the two of you.” Tosh replied as she shrugged on her coat. “He’s going to see Ianto.”


***



Ianto was sitting in the far corner of his cell. He pulled the blanket Gwen had brought him earlier tighter around his shoulders, vainly trying to keep out the cold. Gwen had insisted that she be allowed to take some stuff down for him, refusing to treat him the same way they would a Weevil. Jack had agreed – he had been grateful that Gwen had made the suggestion. She had removed the cover and pillows from one of the beds in the resting rooms next to Owen’s medical bay, as well as bringing down the book he was reading from their fake Tourist Information Centre.


Ianto could hear the creature moving around in the other cell. Occasionally it would growl at something, but most of the time it just scratched futilely at the walls.


Ianto closed his eyes, pretending that he wasn’t stuck in this dark, cold place.


***



Well that had to have been the stupidest thing he had ever done. He had read reports on Weevils but he hadn’t really expected them to be that big. The thing had been almost as big as himself – and he had hit it with a stick. A stick!

The other man had it under control now. This was his chance and he had to take it. He had to persuade Captain Jack Harkness – he had read his file as well – to give him a job. Jack was standing up now. Ianto had been planning this situation out in his head for weeks, but now that he was finally here, he didn’t know how to start.

‘I need you to let me work at Torchwood so I can rescue my partially converted girlfriend’ didn’t seem like a good conversation opener.


“Thanks.”
- Well done Ianto. Very original.

“No, thank you…And you are?”

“Jones. Ianto Jones.”
– That’s it! The James Bond DVD’s were going on eBay. The other man was smirking; at least he found it funny.

“Nice to meet you Jones, Ianto Jones. Captain Jack Harkness.”
- Well at least he had followed the right weevil-chasing American. Something had gone right…and it wasn’t raining – yet. Those clouds over the trees were looking ominous.

“Lucky escape.”

“I had it under control.”
– Did he not see that thing chewing on his neck?

“You think so? You are – you were bleeding.”

“Had worse from shaving.”
– Cocky git.

“It looked like a Weevil to me.”
– This was it. How was he going to react? Perhaps he would lock him up with the Weevil.

“I have no idea what you're talking about. I'll take it from here.” - Or perhaps he would just ignore him instead. This was not supposed to happen!

“Thanks for the assistance.” - Last chance Ianto. Say something funny – or witty – something to make him turn around.

“Anytime. By the way – love the coat.”

…Well that went well.


***



Jack walked quietly down the corridor towards Ianto’s cell, not even glancing at the snarling Weevil as he walked past. He sighed when he reached Ianto’s cell. The young Welshman seemed to be asleep. Ianto was sitting with his back against the wall, the quilt Gwen had given him wrapped tightly around his shoulders.


Jack sat down on the floor and rested his forehead on the glass panel that was separating them. He closed his eyes. He would give anything to be able to open the door and curl up beside Ianto. He would give even more for them to both be able to lie down somewhere that wasn’t the Vaults. Either the small bed under his office or Ianto’s double bed back at his flat. Heck – he’d curl up with Ianto on the mortuary floor if it were the only option.


He sighed again. He needed to stop this.


Jack opened his eyes to find Ianto looking at him.


“Did I wake you?” Jack asked. Ianto shook his head.

“No. Wasn’t really asleep anyway.” Ianto started to pull at a loose thread on his cover. “Did I really attack one of those Weevil’s with a stick?” Ianto asked. For the first time that day Jack laughed.

“Yep. Then you helped me catch a pterodactyl. You complained when I told you that I didn’t have any dinosaur nets in the car.” Ianto grinned.

“Right before you started bragging about your 51st century pheromones.”

“I don’t brag...Do I brag?”

“Just a bit.”


With the quilt still wrapped around him, Ianto moved from his position in the corner to mirror Jack’s position next to the glass partition.


“How are you feeling?” Jack asked. Ianto shrugged.

“Okay, I guess. Head still hurts sometimes, but it’s not as bad as before.”

“Do you remember anything else yet?”

“Everything’s sort of blurry. Little bits keep coming back to me though.”

“You remember us right? Me, Gwen, Owen and Tosh?”

“Sort-of. I remember little bits, like odd conversations and that.” Ianto turned his head to look directly at Jack. “I know I trust you with my life and that you wouldn’t keep me in here unless there was no other option.” Jack sighed and closed his eyes again.

“Ianto –“


Jack’s next words were halted by Jack’s PDA beeping. Frowning, Jack pulled the device out of his pocket before swearing under his breath. “Weevil sighting in Bute-Town. I’ve got to go.” Jack said as he pulled himself up off the floor. “Try to get some sleep.” Ianto nodded as he watched Jack sprint down the corridor and up through the door.




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