Ianto sat in the bar, sipping his drink. As much as he wanted to get wasted, he knew that would be a very irresponsible thing to do. There was a singer, a girl that was there frequently. She and Ianto conversed, but weren't on first name terms. She always called him Mr. Jones, and he called her Miss Smith. When he had asked her name, she had only given him that in a laughing matter that suggested it wasn't really her name. The song she was singing shattered his already broken heart.
You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?
Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing
He had heard the song before, on the radio. Jack had thought it hilarious and said who ever had written it must have met him. Ianto knew the other man had been right the first night they'd kissed. Jack was lethal.
They say, be afraid
You're not like the others
Futuristic lover
Different DNA
They don't understand you
You're from a whole 'nother world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light
Kiss me, kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
Ianto had seen Jack's DNA, something even Owen wasn't allowed to do (Captain's orders). It was twisted in a way that no human's was. Jack was obviously out of his time, and Ianto worked in the archives. He knew Jack had been with torchwood since –basically- it's founding.
Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial
You're so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic
You're from a whole 'nother world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I'm ready to go
Lead me into the light
Extraterrestrial…truly the best word for Jack.
Kiss me, kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial
This is transcendental
On another level
Boy, you're my lucky star
Ianto couldn't resist snorting. He found this so heart-wrenchingly hilarious. All of it. Jack running off with the man who'd saved Ianto's life at Torchwood One, who insisted he help Ianto get to Cardiff but took a detour to 14th century China, Pompeii on Volcano Day, Earth in the 26th century, Mars present day, and to meet Queen Victoria, conveniently missing their destination and taking Ianto to help him deal with alien threats (or angry Queens) as Ianto was a very good diplomat.
I wanna walk on your wave length
And be there when you vibrate
For you I'll risk it all
All
Kiss me, kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison
Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction
Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial
Extraterrestrial
Extraterrestrial
Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial
That was the end of the song. The girl came over to Ianto, looking heartbroken herself.
"Mr. Jones," She smiled sadly at him. "I am so sorry." She whispered. He frowned. "The Captain always was a bit confused about who to love." She said, tucking her straight brown hair behind her ear, hazel eyes filling with tears.
"You know Jack?" Ianto asked, knowing he wouldn't be surprised if Jack had slept with her.
"Very well," The girl said dryly.
"How?" Ianto asked, not very interested. She turned and looked at him.
"His my dad," She answered. Ianto nodded; it didn't surprise him.
"Well, kinda anyway. It's a bit complicated. He's one of my dads. I have two. And a mother. And…a non-humanoid parent…so yeah. Really complicated. I'm Astrid, by the way," She added
"Ianto," Ianto answered. She nodded.
"He'll be back in three months for you, a year and three months for him," She said.
"How?" Ianto asked.
"People assume that time is a straight line from cause to effect, when in reality, from a non-linear, non-subjective view point, it's more of a wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey ball," Astrid answered. Ianto must have still looked confused.
"Time travel; a bit wacky…since, well, the start of time…or maybe the end…or the middle," Astrid trailed off, grinning manically. "He'll come back for you." She told him, touching his shoulder and leaving.