A/N: I want to apologise if I get any Welsh meanings wrong. I don't speak Welsh and I'm using Google to help me. If they are wrong just tell me and I'll change them.

Chapter 2

Ianto's eyes widened and he was pretty sure his mouth actually dropped, "What? I don't have a daughter. And neither does Jack… well, actually…," he shook the momentary doubt from his head, "No, he doesn't't have a daughter."

"Yes you do."

"No we don't! Wait… we? You mean me and Jack?"

She sighed, "Yes I mean you and Jack."

Ianto grinned, then got back to being angry, "But I don't have a daughter."

"Well, you don't just now! What year is it?"

"What?"

"You're even worse that you are back home!"

"Oi!"

"What year is it?"

"2008"

"Right, well seventeen years in the future you will have a daughter," she smiled again and pointed to herself, "Me!"

"Oh God!" he gulped and tapped his comms device, "Jack, please come down here. Quickly."

"What's wrong Yan,"

"Erm, basically, I think I'm going bonkers."

A few seconds later the heavy thump of Jack's boots and his strong hand on his shoulder reassured the now panicking Ianto as Jack eased him into his seat.

"What's wrong?"

Ianto pointed at the girl, "She says she's our daughter."

"What?" Jack looked at the girl who waved happily at him.

"Do you have a daughter I don't know about?"

Jack frowned, "No!" he walked up to the girl and gazed into her eyes, "Who are you?"

"I'm your daughter. You and Ianto's daughter," she added to clarify any possible misunderstandings.

"But we don…"

"Oh for god's sakes! In the future you do! I'm from the future!"

Jack recognised that spark of anger, he knew he acted like that a lot. Her eyes were a striking match to his… maybe?

"What's your name?"

"Tanwen."

There was a thump behind them as Ianto fell off his chair.

"Jack," he mumbled from behind the desk, "I think she's telling the truth."

"How do you know that?"

"I've always thought that if I ever had a baby girl, I'd call her Tanwen," he blushed at the information he normally kept secret.

The girl, Tanwen, smiled. "See!" she yelped, as if this piece of information proved her point.

Jack turned to Ianto, "What does it mean?"

"It's Welsh for white fire." Tanwen nodded and pointed to the white in her hair.

Jack paused with a look of awe in his eyes, "That's beautiful Yan,"

"You see, I'm telling the truth! You're my Dad," she pointed to Jack, "And you're my Tad," as she pointed to Ianto, "And you have to get me back home, or you're gonna kill me in seventeen years!"