Title: The Son of The Drums

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Ianto Jones always thought that something was wrong with him, that he just wasn't right. His family seemed normal enough, although his mum and da died when he was ten in a car accident. His older sister, Rhiannon had taken care of him from then on. But he never really felt connected to them. Certainly he was loved but they didn't look like him, act the same, and he had no memories anything till he was five years old. The gap seemed odd.

Ianto's birth records were all in order. In earlier years, he thought he might have been adopted but his sister had said he had always been there. So most of the time he didn't let it bother him. There were nights he would have dreams about him running as a child on a beach of orange sand. A man was there too, holding his hand and running with him. A dome covered the city, the place was beautiful but the dreams were always slightly fuzzy around the edges. And yet it felt more like home than anything else.

Then there were the other dreams of screaming for someone. It was so very odd.

-Linebreak-

Ianto looked around the hub and sighed. Another dream last night, but Jack had not been there to comfort him. He never told Jack what he had been dreaming about but Jack probably thought it was Canary Wharf or Lisa. That left him crying into the night.

But Jack was gone now. Roaming the universe with his Doctor. Not even a good-bye. He knew it was the Doctor as soon as he checked the CCTV. That blue box had been there. And now he was utterly and miserably alone like he had felt as a child, all those years ago. Alone. His heart just pained him thinking about it, about Jack, and his family. After a while the ache turned to anger. Why was he always being abandoned by everyone he knew?

As Ianto made his way to what used to be Jack's office, presently commandeered by Gwen, he heard whispering in his ear. Ianto made a quick turn around to see what it was. Nothing. Nothing was there. Everybody else was in the office, and then he heard it again. This time he made out what it was saying. It was saying Ianto in a soft, familiar voice. Owen snapped him out of the trance with a shout back to reality.

"Oi, Ianto! Get in here we have a new special mission courtesy of the Prime Minister."

"Really, what about..." Ianto entered the office to find out more answers about the mission.

"Well, He said they received some reports of alien activity in the Himalayans. So we're going to check it out."

"Okay. Let's suit up." Ianto said.

"Not you, Ianto. Mr. Saxon asked to see you and he sent a car for you to go to London to speak with you."

Chapter Two

Ianto was in a state of shock and wonder. His face frowned, "Why?"

"Don't know, mate. But he's new and maybe he wants to check us out." Owen said patting him on the back.

"And you know more about Torchwood's history than any of us," Tosh piped in.

That made Ianto smile. Give it Tosh to make him smile if only for a little while with her compliments. She was the only one that he talked to outside of work save Jack, a drink here or dinner there, just as friends, just to talk.

"I better get ready then, shan't I?"

"Well, watch out for yourself, mate. They say he's quite the charmer."

"He can't be any worse than Jack was," Gwen smirked; trust her to wipe all the smiles off Ianto's face.

Tosh and Owen glared at Gwen for her comment. Tosh wanted to smack Gwen right now and even Owen was floored at her malice. Owen may be a prick sometimes, but he wasn't a heartless bastard. He knew what it was like to lose someone and Gwen was just being daft about Jack and Ianto's relationship.

Ianto just stopped in his tracks for a moment and then stated leaving again.

"God, can you be any dafter woman?" Owen said heading to the medical bay.

Gwen just looked around dumb-founded. "What, was it something I said?"

Tosh shook her head and went to her desk to pack up some equipment for the trip.

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Ianto was packing for London when his cell rang. It was Tosh.

"Tosh the car isn't even here yet and you're checking up on me," he said playfully.

"Ha, ha very funny. No, I… um, called to see if you're alright. And not upset about you know, what Gwen said. You know that woman always talks before she thinks."

"Thanks Tosh. But if I honestly gave a damn what comes out of her mouth I would be even more depressed then I am right now," Ianto sighed. Thinking about Gwen's comment really did bother him; they all did.

"But are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." Just then a black sedan pulled up in front of his building and started honking.

"Shit. Tosh, that's the car I've got to go."

"Okay, have fun and be careful."

"Yes, mother. Bye," Tosh giggled at that and said good-bye.

Ianto went down to the car and the driver was standing by the open trunk.

"Are you Mr. Jones?"

"Yes I am," Ianto said with a grin on his face. He felt so important.

"Well, then let me get the bags." Ianto nodded and passed the driver his two bags. Then the driver put the bags in the trunk and opened the back seat door.

"I guess it's off to London with us then," Ianto smiled and got in the car.