Rating: PG (so far. Might get higher and the subsequent chapters)
Pairing/Characters: Ianto; Jack; Gwen; Martha; Mickey; OCs (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!
Mackenzie Benbury yawned for the third time in the last 5 minutes as she struggled to keep herself awake while driving back home. Bloody hour of weakness when she let Andrea, her best friend and flat mate, to convince her to go to a party all the way across town when she had work first thing in the morning. Tomorrow she would look (and feel) like a car just ran over her; not a good aspect for a resident. Another yawn almost made her blind to the darkish man-shaped thing standing in the middle of the road illuminated by her car’s headlights. Oh shitshitSHIT! Mackenzie jammed her foot on the brake pedal. Where the hell had that come from?
Once the vehicle lurched to a full stop, she took a second, after she realized she was indeed still alive, to see that the darkish man-shaped thing was indeed a man. The girl watched warily as he made the way to the side of the car and rasped his knuckles on the window. Mackenzie heard stories about robberies and other awful things happening on empty roads like the one she was on, but one look at the stranger’s face made her hesitate to speed away. The headlights provided enough illumination: he was tallish, dark hair, pale, a semi-anguished expression on his face. It was a little heartbreaking and Mackenzie instantaneously felt bad about him. She turned on the car’s inner lights and lowered the window.
“Hi there--are you in trouble?” She asked.
“You have no idea.” The man sighed and Mackenzie recognized a welsh accent. “I just got robbed. They took my car, wallet, and mobile. I’ve been trying to get a lift back to town, but you’re the first good soul to stop.” He offered her a tiny, grateful smile and Mackenzie found himself smiling back. The stranger was so gorgeous and charming despite his predicament; it made her insides all fluttery.
“It can be a dangerous area. Would you like a lift to a police station?”
“Would you do that?” He looked at her pleadingly and Mackenzie nodded with a smile.
“Sure, get in.” She unlocked the doors. “I’m Mackenzie, by the way.”
“Ianto.” He replied with a sad expression. “And I’m very sorry, Mackenzie.” Before she could ask what for, something hard and heavy as a rock hit her on the back of the head, and then there was darkness.
Mackenzie awoke feeling disorientated, awkwardly lying down on a lumpy cushion. Her head seemed to be resting on a very oddly shaped pillow. She tried to sit up, but a hand held her in place.
“Slow down, you have a mild concussion.”
Mackenzie blinked up to a smiling face of a beautiful dark-skinned woman she did not recognize. She began to wonder...what had happened? Suddenly, the memory of the man in her car hit her like a wave crashing into a boat, making her head throb and stomach turn. The woman's face blurred and world was spinning and it all felt like vertigo even though she knew she was on her back--was this what concussions felt like?
“I was robbed… I think. He took my car.” She said slowly, and the woman looked guilty for a second.
“I’m very sorry about that. And about the blow to the head too.” A second voice spoke and Mackenzie recognized as the voice of The Man.
She hoisted herself upright and looked at him with alarmed eyes. They were still in her car; the man who had hit her was sitting on the passenger’s front seat. Oh my God! Were they kidnapping her!? Was this how kidnappings really happened? None of them looked especially threatening, in fact, The Man looked somewhat sheepish. Kidnappers didn't look sheepish...maybe?
“Look, I don’t know who you guys are, but you can take my car, my money, everything, just let me go please.”
“If you do that, you’ll go to the police and that would just make things worse.” Another man, the one driving the car, said.
“I won’t, I promise I won’t!” Mackenzie replied frantically. “Just let me go, please.”
“We will. Soon.” Ianto--that was his name!--said.
“Soon when?” He remained silent, and Mackenzie groaned, half in panic, half in pain because of her head. “Oh God, you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Said the driver annoyed. “We’re not murderers, we just needed a lift.”
“So you stole my car?” Mackenzie asked in disbelief.
“Would you have helped us otherwise?” The question came from the seat besides her and she turned to look at the woman sitting there.
A beeping sound coming from somewhere on the car floor interrupted any reply that Mackenzie was planning on deliver. Instead, she watched as the other woman dove and retrieved a backpack from her feet and opened it, revealing a laptop.
“Couldn’t you use that to ask for help?”
“They would track us.” Ianto replied. The woman was completely absorbed by whatever was in the screen of the computer.
“Who are 'they'?”
“Good news.” The woman announced, cutting off Ianto. “DNA test is complete, you are one 100% Ianto Jones.” She beamed at him.
“I already knew that, but…” he trailed off with a shrug.
“Well, we needed to be sure.” The driver said, shooting a glare towards Ianto.
“You still don’t trust me, do you?” Ianto said with a tired sigh.
“No.” The laptop bleeped again, and everyone turned their attention back to the woman. “What was that?”
“I’m not sure.” She answered, fingers dancing over the keyboard. “That’s not possible.” She muttered to herself, ignoring everyone else.
“Talk to me, Martha.” The driver half pleaded, half demanded.
“Tell us.” Ianto asked, his face darkening with what looked like fear.
“I compared your DNA to what's on file in the UNIT archive. It was a preliminary match, but once I did a more detailed work-up, well…” Martha looked up stunned. “Ianto, you have 24 chromosomes.”
“WHAT!?” Both the driver and Ianto exclaimed shocked.
“Excuse me, but I’m a med student, and that’s impossible.” Mackenzie cut in, yanking the computer out of the woman's hands and adjusting the screen for a better viewing angle.
“Well, I AM a doctor and I’m telling you, there's 24 chromosomes.” Martha retorted.
“How is that possible?” asked the driver, looking over by the rear view mirror.
“I don’t know.” Martha shrugged.
“I think I do.” Ianto said quietly, attracting all the attention to himself. “While I was in that facility, they mentioned something; I think it’s some sort of drug, they referred to it as The Element. Maybe it’s related to my resurrection.”
“Do you think it could be alien?” Martha asked.
“Do you think it couldn’t?” The driver remarked with an eye roll, earning himself a glare from Martha.
Mackenzie looked between the three of them, dumbfounded. Were they really talking about aliens and extra chromosomes in a human and freaky resurrection shit!?
“Oh my God, I got kidnapped by psychotic nutters.” She groaned to herself, earning herself a chuckle all around. The lot of them were certifiable, tin hatters, that was that.
“Anyway, I can’t say anything conclusive without more tests, and I’ll need a full lab for that.” Martha said after a moment.
“So we should head to Cardiff?” The driver asked.
“No, too obvious.” Ianto said with a shake of head. “That’s probably the first place they'll think I'll think of.”
“So where to?”
“What’s in Glasgow?” Martha asked with a confused frown.
“Torchwood.” Ianto replied shortly. The car lapsed back into silence, leaving Mackenzie to wonder what had she'd got herself mixed up in. Who were these people in her car? What were they running from? And what the hell was Torchwood?