The second time Ianto met Death was when he was 13.
"I gotta go get some bread from the shop. See you tomorrow!" Ianto called to his friend, Greg.
"Later Ianto!" Ianto hurried away. His brother was supposed to be getting the bread but Ianto was closer and he said he'd do it. He was just about to set foot in the store when an explosion ripped through the air and tore everything apart.
Ianto sat up and looked around, there was a fire and broken glass was everywhere. Standing up Ianto looked at his feet to see himself lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Taking a few steps back he passed through someone, actually through them, as they looked down at their own mangled body.
"Please, don't take me, please!" A young man begged a woman.
"I'm sorry. But today is your day, if I don't, death and destruction will follow you everywhere." Ianto looked at the woman and a memory rose to the surface.
"Tessa?" he whispered, too quiet for anyone to hear. She took the man away and there was a bright light. One by one the people surrounding Ianto disappeared until only Ianto was left.
"Your turn." She smiled encouragingly.
"Tessa." the man in a suit appeared again. "Today is not his day. Ianto Jones has much more to do."
"Who are you?" he asked. Tessa ignored his question and spoke again.
"Ianto, youre not supposed to be here."
"You said something like that to me before."
"Let your brother go." With that she waved her hand and the world turned black
"Suicide bomber... I don't know why any one would do that... He's lucky he didn't die..." snatches of conversations swirled around his brain as he drifted in and out of concensness.
"He should be dead... Still might die..."
'No,' a voice whispered to him. 'Ianto Jones won't die for a while.'