It was dark.
His first thought was that the power was off.
Another bloody power cut, really?
He went to sit up and found himself in an immediate place of panic.
He was naked.
Now, there may be a lot of things about Ianto Jones that are negotiable but sleeping naked isn't one of them.
Only in the bunker, down in the safety of the hub did he not hunt out his boxer shorts after sex as it was one of the few times Jack slept.
He slid off the bed.
High.
He felt his way around the room and found a light switch. At least he hoped it was, he was about to find out and he flicked it, allowing light to flood the room.
White.
Sterile.
He looked down and found he was not completely naked.
He wore something after all.
A toe tag.
It all rushed back and he was on his knees vomiting, or at least if there had been anything in him he would have been. He had to settle for the dry throat rasping as he bucked on his hands and knees until the tears rolling down his face reassured him that he was, indeed alive.
He found a file sitting on a bench and opened it.
456.
Right.
Shit.
This didn't look like Unit, even with the Unit insignia on the pages of the report. He read through and was proved right as they changed into different reports, handwritten notes and a sense of mad melancholy.
Then strange markings, pictograms.
Alien language on strange thin metallic paper.
The door opened and he held the file over his goods with horror as a blue skinned woman walked in and started at him.
Ianto Jones. Welcome back to the land of the living.
Telepathy.
Right.
"Where am I?" his voice sounded harsh and he coughed as his throt complained again.
We are in a time of great peril for our two worlds. Your Captain had proven elusive and you are the only other one we could approach for help.
"Well, I suppose thank you is the first thing I should say" he canted his head, "I'm honored you thought of me."
He hoped it was the correct response and the soft cant of her head told him it was. Thank fuck for that, as Owen would say.
"Why me?"
You are familiar with the threat to our planets. It starts here. You must help stop it.
"I see" Ianto sighed, wondering how long his reprieve was going to be before something eats him alive.
You must save the World.
Ianto nodded to show that he understood and looked down at the file, then sighed.
"Any chance of clothes? I'm kind of … shy" he said softly
I don't see why. You are an excellent specimen of your species.
"Thank you, Jack seemed to think so" he smiled, then frowned. "You said he was being elusive. Do you mean he's left the planet? Off with the Doctor on some adventure?"
Didn't even take a thousand years?
He was working on this event as well but is too wily to contact.
"Too dangerous." Ianto guessed, "He's running with another crowd?"
She smiled as he was proven right and turned to face the side of the room. They stepped forward and let their cloaking devices fall.
Ianto thought he might be sick again.
He was in a room full of Predators.