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!
Arthur "Archie" Poe slowly descended the stairs--third from the top still squeaks, got to fix that--leading to the main room of his house, breathing in the combined smell of tea and damp earth. It rained last night, and the morning air was chilled and humid just the way he liked, especially since he didn't have to go in that shite office anymore. He entered the kitchen and smiled fondly as he watched Agatha moving about, readying things for breakfast. The weak, watery gray morning light barely filtered through the red-and-white checkered curtains, so he flicked on the lights over the table--which more than two place settings?
“Are we expecting company?” He asked, glancing at the tall woman.
“Not as such, but they'll be here anyway.” She walked closer and settled a pot of fresh coffee in the center of the table just beside the tea kettle and smiled. “Go on now, they’re here.” As soon as the last syllable passed her lips the muffled rumble of a car engine outside cut out. Arthur looked concerned for a second. “They are not a threat, Arthur. Go get the door.” She commanded in a soft voice and with a sigh.
He opened the door and there stood Ianto Jones, hair plastered on head and hand poised to knock, with a man and two women--one of them a right pissed off ginger lass-- he did not recognize. Arthur sighed again. Trouble was knocking on his door.
“I see the rumors about your death have been clearly exaggerated, Ianto.”
The younger man offered him a tight smile. He looked exhausted, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“Clearly. I need your help, Archie.”
The man nodded resigned and stepped aside. “Come in, Agatha made breakfast.”
The group shuffled past Arthur into the entry hall and he shut the door firmly behind them. Ianto remembered his first visit up here; Jack had sent him as a punishment--for what, Ianto couldn't recall--and the second he stepped through the door he felt like he'd sucked into a time warp and instead of Archie's house in Glasgow in 2007, he was 10 years old and visiting his grandmother in that horrible council estate in Newport. His grandmother, whose idea of decorating revolved around pea green shag carpeting, Velvet Elvis paintings, red-and-white gingham everything and "Eastenders" blaring in the background for added ambiance. Archie, at least, didn't appear to have an unhealthy attachment to the shag carpeting, but Ianto wouldn't have been surprised to find a "Dogs Playing Poker" hidden in a bathroom--he was wrong, it was in the kitchen.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” He asked Ianto with a raised eyebrow.
“This is Mickey Smith, Dr. Martha Jones and that’s Mackenzie, she gave us a ride here.”
“Excuse me!” The red headed girl protested, taking a step forward. “They kidnapped me, could you call the police?”
Arthur sighed again, glancing at Ianto with a reproachful look and the younger man just shrugged. Arthur shook his head. Harkness' methods were rubbing off on a new generation.
“This way.” Arthur took the lead toward the back of the house. Mickey, Martha and Ianto followed without a word and, after a grumble and a fuss, Mackenzie did the same.
Once in the kitchen, they were greeted by a creature that looked completely human if it wasn’t for fact that she seemed to emanate a bluish glow from her skin. She was wearing a regal pale green dress that looked slightly like a kimono; her hair was waist length, straight at the ends like a razor and of a deep shade of blue; her eyes were also blue, but the color was more bright and alive than any other color they had ever seen in nature. Her smile was warm and kind, composed of perfect white teeth. She was perfect in every single way, a kind of perfection that could never be found on Earth and not even for a second Mackenzie doubted she wasn’t a creature from another world.
Agatha took a step towards Ianto, her smile widening, and he smiled back, visibly relaxing in her presence. She took his face in hands, and kissed his forehead tenderly.
“We meet again, Ianto Jones and how changed you are.”
“It’s my pleasure to be in your presence again, your Highness.” He bowed low once she released him. Seeing the inquiring gazes from his companions, Ianto explained: “Agatha, that’s the closest translation of her name to our language, is an ambassador for the Centurian people on Earth. She’s been under Torchwood’s protection since her people started a civil war.” Mickey and Martha nodded their understanding and smiled sympathetically at Agatha, but her focus were on Mackenzie.
Agatha approached the young woman, who flinched slightly in apprehension. “Don’t worry child, you’re safe among us.”
“They kidnapped me.” Mackenzie repeated her early statement and Agatha smiled enigmatically.
“Your road was supposed to cross theirs. It’s your destiny.” A sudden wave of calm washed over Mackenzie and she smiled at woman, feeling safe.
“Did I mention she is a very powerful psychic?” Ianto smirked, earning a fond smile from Agatha.
“Let’s eat, you are all hungry, children.”
They all obeyed and took seats around the kitchen table and remained in peaceful silence for the rest of the meal. Once every plate was cleaned and they were all sipping Agatha’s wonderful tea, except Ianto--she had made coffee especially for him, Arthur finally spoke the question that had been tickling the tip of his tongue since their arrival.
“So, what brings you here, Ianto?” He took a sip from his porcelain cup, watching the young man over its rim.
“I need help, Archie.” He started. “Something happened to me.”
“And this something has to do with the fact that you’re supposed to be dead, but instead you’re sipping coffee in my kitchen?” Ianto just nodded.
Martha interjected in her best Doctor Voice, “I ran a few tests on Ianto’s DNA. Results show he has one extra chromosome now. I don’t know where it came from or what it means or what it's doing to Ianto's genetic makeup. We need a laboratory to work.”
“And you came to me.” Archie sighed. “You know I closed Torchwood Two, Ianto. I’m retired, going on two years now. Why not go to UNIT?”
“It isn’t safe.” He replied. “My corpse was under their jurisdiction after the Thames House incident and somehow it ended up in McLeod Enterprises, so either they lost it, or they had willingly gave my body for research...”
Archie nodded reluctantly.
“They are looking for me Archie. I couldn’t go to Cardiff, but I couldn’t stay in London either. You were my only hope. Torchwood Two might be closed, but I know you still have all the equipment and facilities; Please, I’m begging you, help me.”
He could hear the desperation in the younger man’s tone and felt a pang of sympathy for him. Ianto had always been a very nice lad. Arthur glanced at Agatha, who just nodded shortly.
“Alright, I’ll help you. I’ll take you to the Institute.” Ianto smiled gratefully. “But where’s Jack in all this? Shouldn’t he be helping?” Arthur asked with honest interest about the other man’s whereabouts; he hadn’t heard from him in months, but the way Ianto’s face clouded in pain for a second, before his composed mask slid back in place, made Arthur deeply regret his words.
No one seemed to keen on add anything else to Ianto’s short statement. The air in the kitchen stilled with unease until Agatha reached over and squeezed his hand, providing comfort. Her eyes told him everything would be alright in the end and Ianto desperately wanted to believe her.