Title: Through The Rift

Pairings/Characters: Eventually Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Williams

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, A bit of everything

Summary: Alternate story, Ianto Jones falls through the rift without a scratch on him. Part of his life is gone from his memory. How did he survive the rift without any damage, is he human?

Author Notes: I've been wanting to do an alternate for a while. I wasn't sure for a while on how I was going to do this so here I go attempting it. Review to tell me to continue or not because I suck at deciding whether or not to continue these. I am going to try to make this my longest story so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sorry

A/N: Just quickly want to add a special thanks to Emily (AKA Josie Jump), without your encouragement and kind words I wouldn't continue to write. I love ya Em Bem and I miss you so much down here in Victor.

Chapter Two – Questions

He woke to darkness. That wasn't like last time, last time it was piercing bright light. He rubbed at his eyes before sitting upright, trying to find his bearings in his new surroundings. It was a dreary and tiny cell that he found himself in, the walls stained in different, strange colours. Standing up, he walked to the glass wall, stumbling as he had just been hit with the headache of the after shock. That's when he realized, remembered how he must have gotten where he was. That man, Jack Harkness, he must have taken me. He leaned against the glass, wishing it would just break so that he could get out of there.

"That headache will fade, don't worry." He heard the familiar voice of the American and turned back around to look out the glass at him.

He stayed leaning on the glass, his hands pressed firmly against it.

"What do you want!?" Ianto yelled in frustration.

"What's your name?"

"I already told you!"

"Let me rephrase that. What's your real name?" Jack asked calmly.

"Ianto Jones! Are you being this stupid on purpose?"

"I don't believe you."

"Why the hell not? I'm the one who's been kidnapped!"

"Good point. How about this, I'll ask my questions and then you can ask yours?" Jack tried reasoning.

"I suppose that's better than most kidnappers would give."

"Stop calling me a kidnapper!"

"Well that's what you bloody well are!"

"Jack, okay. Call me Jack."

"Whatever." Ianto sighed, turning and moving away from the glass, raking a hand through his hair before turning back and looking at Jack expectantly.

"Why were you up on that roof?"

"I just woke up there, I didn't know where else to go." Ianto said, slightly annoyed.

"What do you mean, 'woke up there'?" Jack asked curiously.

"I mean, there was a bright light and I woke up there, as I told you before you so rudely knocked me out, and I woke up in this hole!" Ianto spoke as though he was talking to a child.

"You don't have to be so patronizing, you know?"

"I beg to differ." Ianto muttered under his breath, "You got any more questions?"

"Do you remember anything before that?"

"No."

"Nothing?"

"No!"

"What year is it?"

"This year." Ianto rolled his eyes.

"What year is it?" Jack repeated more sternly.

"It's the year twenty fifteen and I was born in nineteen eighty seven. I am twenty eight years old, any more ridiculous questions?"

Jack stared up at Ianto, worry flashed over his face but he tried his best to hide it.

"What?" Ianto eventually asked after the older man staying silent for too long.

"I hate to break this to you but the year is two thousand and seven."

"You honestly expect me to believe that?"

"I'm deadly serious."

"Stop it."

"I wouldn't lie to a man in your position."

"I said, stop it!" Ianto yelled, slamming his fists against the glass.

Jack stayed quiet, looking at Ianto, pitying him. He pressed his hand to the glass, trying to show compassion.

"I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I had nothing anyway, nobody." Ianto whispered, not lifting his gaze from the floor.

"I'm so sorry." Jack repeated.

"No your not." Ianto looked up at him, shock mixed with understanding shown on his face, "How could you be? As far as you're concerned, I'm just the nutter who you kidnapped for reasons I still don't understand."

"What do you want to know?" Jack changed the subject, trying to stop Ianto from getting any angrier.

"Where am I?"

"In Cardiff."

"Could you be a bit more specific?" Ianto asked irritably.

"This is Torchwood."

"…That sounds familiar." Ianto mumbled.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't know how or why but it sounds familiar."

"That could be a good thing."

"What do you want with me?" Ianto continued his questions.

"We were investigating a rift spike. See, there's a rift through space and time running through Cardiff, we go after the things that come through. Usually something bad comes from the rift, we found you." Jack explained carefully.

"For a kidnapper, you sure do give a lot of information."

"I told you, I'm not a kidnapper. That was simply a last resort, I had to bring you back here one way or the other. You chose the other."

"…I still don't trust you." Ianto mumbled.

"I don't trust you much either."

"I have one more question."

"Okay…?"

"Are you going to let me out of this cell?"

Ianto looked up at Jack carefully, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"…Do you promise not to try anything?"

"You're the one with all the answers, why would I try anything?" Ianto pointed out.

"If I let you out, you have to understand that you can't leave the base and that one of us will have to be with you at all times."

"Just let me out of here." Ianto pleaded.

Jack looked up at him for a moment before opening the cell. Ianto smiled up at Jack, suddenly punching him in the face, laughing when he heard Jack groan in pain. Jack wiped the blood from his lip, frowning at Ianto.

"That was for locking me in there." Ianto smirked, pointing to the cell he'd just been standing in.

"Get back in there." Jack growled.

"What?"

"I said, get back in the cell."

"Why?" Ianto said, shocked and annoyed.

Jack pushed him into the cell before quickly shutting the door.

"Because nobody hits me, even if they are cute."

"…Did you just call me cute?"

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"Tosh, do we have any information on where Ianto has come from?"

"He could tell you that." Gwen pointed out.

"I'm more worried about how unscathed he is. I mean, you don't come out of the rift without at least some mental damage. He didn't seem off when you were talking to him did he?" Tosh asked, not moving her eyes from the computer screen in front of her.

"Well he was a bit shocked that he had moved back in time eight years but other than that he was fine. He has one hell of a right hook though."

"Jack, no one comes out of the rift in one piece like that, no human anyway, especially if it wasn't planned."

"Are you saying he isn't human?" Jack asked, more than a little bit worried.

"I'm saying we can't rule that out."

Jack looked to each person in his team, trying to figure out what to do next.

"Gwen? You're the people person, can you try to talk to him, get some information?"

Gwen nodded, heading down to the cells.

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Ianto sat down against the back wall of the cell, wishing he could take back his last move. Why didn't he control the urge to punch the American git in the face? He heard footsteps and felt hope rise in his chest as he saw the woman standing before him.

"Hi. I'm Gwen, Gwen Cooper."

"Ianto. Look, can you tell Jack I'm sorry I punched him and to let me out now?"

"Sorry love, Jack can be a bit stubborn."

"I gathered that." Ianto sighed, putting his head in his hands.

"Are you okay?"

"I woke up on a roof with no memory of what happened before that, only for that twat to kidnap me and lock me in here and then I find out that I am eight years in the past, what the hell do you think!?" Ianto's voice got louder as the sentence grew.

"Sorry." Gwen mumbled.

"No your not. You don't understand, you'd like to think you do but you don't, you and Jack don't have a bloody clue!"

"I'll admit it's hard for me to understand but I wouldn't put it passed Jack, he's been through a lot."

"Then why isn't he down here?"

"He's our boss, he's a bit busy being…the boss. Come on Ianto, tell me about twenty fifteen."

"It's just like now, eight years isn't much time for a lot to change." Ianto mumbled, running his hand through his hair again before crossing his arms.

"What about family? Good looking guy like you must have a girlfriend."

"She…she died. Everyone I loved died in that battle." Ianto whispered.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry."

"Stop saying that!"

"What battle was it?"

"I can't remember. All I remember is the screaming, the smell of metal. Can we not talk about this please?" Ianto murmured, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Of course. Do you want anything, tea, coffee?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks."

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Jack watched them over the CCTV in his office and stared at the screen when he heard Ianto's words.

"…All I remember is the screaming, the smell of metal…" He played the sentence over and over again.

That sounded very familiar.

Just quickly, I must tell you this Joke my sister-in-law-to-be told me that still cracks me up:

Jesus said to three of his disciples, "One Of You Will Betray Me."

Matthew turned and said, "Will It Be Me Lord?"

Jesus replied, "No, Not You."

Luke Asked, "Will It Be Me Lord?"

Jesus replied, "No, No, Not You."

Judas turned and asked, "Will It Be Me Lord?"

Jesus turned to Judas and mock replied, "Will It Be Me Lord!"


Ahahahahahaha sorry, had to share that one, it makes me laugh! Bit of a happy note to send the little bit angsty end to this chapter away haha. Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated.

Cheers,
Gabz
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