Rating: PG (so far. Might get higher and the subsequent chapters)
Pairing/Characters: Ianto; Jack; Gwen; Martha; Jack/Ianto and there probably will be mentions of Gwen/Rhys
Genre: General so far, but maybe romance eventually? It is after all a Janto fic
Summary: Nine months later and Ianto wakes up from death.
Spoiler: Mentions of Children of Earth, but nothing especific, except Ianto's death, but I don't consider it a fix it fic; at least not yet.
Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine. I'd never kill Ianto and ruin the best cannon shipper ever!
Notes: Huge thanks to specialj67 for being my beta. Jackie, you rock!
Martha Jones drove through the streets of London like a mad woman to get to her parents’ house. And probably broke a fair few traffic laws on the way--not that she cared. She needed to make sure her mother was alright. All the way to her parents’ house, Martha wondered why someone would pretend to be Ianto and contact her mother? It didn’t make any sense to her, none at all. He was dead, had been for months. So what the hell was going on?
Pulling up in front of the house, Martha spotted a familiar-looking UNIT Jeep parked just outside and several soldiers scattered all over the street. Almost all of them saluted her as she passed by even though she wasn’t their superior anymore; she nodded in acknowledgment.
There were a couple more soldiers inside the house and the leader of the team met Martha in the hallway.
“Is she alright?” The doctor asked immediately in worry.
“Yes ma’am. She’s alright; waiting for you in the living-room.”
Martha sighed in relief. Thank God. “What about the suspect?”
“Gone before we arrived. She didn’t know where to, but he can’t have gone far. Not in this rain and not on foot. We’re checking the perimeter.” He informed her efficiently, and she nodded.
“Thank you, Captain.”
“No problem Doctor Jones. I’ll keep two of my guys outside in case he comes back.”
Again, Martha nodded her grateful agreement before moving pass the man and meeting her mother in the living room. As soon as she was in her line of sight, Francine stood up and rushed to her daughter, hugging her tightly.
“Are you okay?” Martha asked her worriedly.
“Yes darling, I’m just fine. He didn’t hurt me.”
“Good.” They pulled apart and took seats. “Maybe you learned you lesson about letting strangers come in.” Martha chided.
“Except he wasn’t a stranger.” Francine replied and the younger woman looked at her confused. “I’ve met him at your wedding, darling.” She elaborated. “He was Captain Jack’s date.”
“Mum, that’s impossible.” Martha remarked, shaking her head. “That man--Ianto Jones--he's dead.”
“Yes, he mentioned something about coming back from the dead.” Francine said thoughtfully.
Martha gaped at her mother. Did she really say that? Did she really believe this person (if it had been a person and not an alien impersonating Ianto--shape shifters were a disturbingly common occurrence) had come back from the dead? That was impossible. Well, unless you were Jack. And there was that whole zombie thing with Owen…and she'd heard stories about Suzie. Okay, so when it came to Torchwood employees, being dead was not always a certainty.
“What did he say to you exactly?” Martha asked, going all business mode.
“He said someone had brought him back from the dead and he needed your help to figure it out.” Francine regarded her daughter for a moment, a frown marrying her face. “He also said… he asked for a UNIT cap? He said that his got blown up and that, quote, red was his color.”
Martha gasped in shock, staring at her mother with wide eyes. “Oh my God!”
“What does that mean?” Francine asked. “He said you would understand.”
“It was a conversation we had when we first met. No one else would know about it.” Martha was still looking stunned.
“So you believe it was really him now?” Francine watched her daughter carefully.
“I-- I don’t know.” She stuttered. “Before I was sure it wasn’t him… but now…”
“You need to find him dear.” Francine said, laying a comforting hand on Martha’s shoulder. “He’s lost and alone and afraid. He needs his friends.”
Francine pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and slid it toward Martha. The younger woman frowned at it for a second before accepting it and unfolding it. The first thing she recognized was Ianto’s impeccible handwriting, then the address scrawled on the lines.
“You had this all to his time?” Martha asked, finally looking up. Francine just smiled and nodded. “Why didn’t you give it to the UNIT team leader?”
“Because I believed him. Because he asked me to give it to you.”
Martha smiled back and again, hugged her mother tightly. Never doubt Francine Jones. It was a good idea to leave the UNIT team out of the loop on this. If Ianto really had come back from the dead, UNIT would want to know, would want to have that technology for themselves. And their track record was, well, a bit spotty--something Martha could attest to personally. Forming an action plan, Martha jumped to her feet and retrieved her mobile from her bag.
“Who are you calling?” Francine asked mildly concerned. Martha just smiled.