A/N: If you want to see a manip. I made for this episode: ladyoni. deviantart. Com /# / d33frju (take out the spaces)

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"Ianto?" Gwen's voice shook, both hands cover her mouth in shock.

The man looked up a sad, ironic smile on his face, "Hey Gwen," he said softly.

She let out a strangled cry as she threw herself at the man arms wrapped around him. He froze shocked, uncomfortable and unsure what to do with the crying woman.

"Oh my god," Martha smiled moving to Ianto obviously wanting to hug him to, but contented herself with just setting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey you."

He looked gratefully, "Hey."

There was a few moments of silence. Then "Step away from him," all three turned to see Jack. He was standing his face stony, his eyes cold, holding his webly up and pointing it at Ianto.

"Jack what are you doing?" yelled Gwen.

"Step away Gwen."

"It's Ianto," she called almost desperately.

"Ianto Jones, is dead. That is not him. I don't know what it is, but it is not Ianto."

Ianto looked up crushed but resigned. "Jack," Gwen argued.

Martha spoke up, "Gwen. He's got a point. I saw the reports, I saw the body." Then she looked over to Jack, "but we are going to put him in a cell, and figure out if this is, or is not Ianto," she said firmly leaving no room to argue.

"Fine. Move," Jack commanded. Ianto stood shoulders sagging as he moved without argument.

Gwen watched in horror, as soon as the men were out of sight she turned to Martha a question in her eyes. Martha sighed, "It might be Ianto, but if it is we need to know how he's here to be sure. Otherwise it could be a real danger."

Gwen's eyes sparked with determination, "Then let's prove it. I'm calling Mickey back in."

"And Johnson," Martha reminded her.

Gwen didn't like that idea, but she conceded, "and Johnson," she pulled out her phone, and moved to her computer.

Martha sighed shaking her head. God, what was happening? What would this do to Jack? To Gwen? And to Ianto, if it was him?


The team was gathered around the conference room table, Jack sat stiffly at the head turned to the side, not looking at anyone. Gwen sat in her seat hand in front of her mouth, other arm wrapped around her self and looking down at the table. While Martha stood up near the front.

"Why were we called in?" Mickey looked straight at Martha figuring he wouldn't get an answer out of the other two.

Martha spoke flatly, "About half an hour after we left a man entered the Hub. The man was identical to, and claimed to be Ianto Jones."

"That's not possible," Johnson sat forward looking disturbed.

Mickey looked confused and very worried, "Who is Ianto Jones?"

Johnson cut off the others before they could answer earning a brief, grateful look from the other two women. "Ianto Jones: former Torchwood One employee, only survivor not to be in a mental hospital or to have committed suicide. Torchwood Three Archivist/Administrator until last year when he died during the 456 situation," she spoke coldly but glanced away at the end.

Mickey's eyes filled with understanding as he glanced over to Gwen and Jack. He'd been at Torchwood One during the battle, but he'd been armed and ready. He'd also lost people . . . friends, while working with Torchwood in the alternate universe.

Johnson looked at Jack, "Is there any chance your . . ."

"No," Jack said firmly still looking at the wall, "It doesn't work like that."

"But it could be him," Gwen put in forcefully.

"That's what we need to find out," said Martha.

"It's an attempt to get into Torchwood security," Jack spoke without emotion.

"This is Torochwood, we have all kinds of crazy things happen." Gwen turned to glare at Jack, "Why are YOU so sure it's not! If any one should believe in him you should!" she yelled.

Jack turned to her, "Because it's my job," he sneered, slamming his hand on the table and stormed out.

Tears started running down Gwen's face again, Martha looked down at her, "Gwen, go home."

"No, I'm going to help prove it's Ianto."

"Gwen, seriously go home. We can do this."

Mickey jumped in, "Yeah, we'll take care of this."

"No!"

"There," Johnson set Gwen's phone back next to her with a text message open. Gwen snatched it away glaring at the woman She glanced down at the phone, then seemed to deflate and got up to leave. "If there's anything, anything at all, call me," she said firmly.

When she left the room Martha turned to the other woman and raised en eyebrow. "I simply stole her phone, found her husband's number. I texted him to let him know she really needed him. He's coming to pick her up."

Martha nodded, "Thank you, she needed that."

Johnson nodded then stood, "I'll make sure she heads out," then she left.

Mickey waited until she was gone then turned to the doctor, "Ok, I get that someone they thought dead could be back, but Jack's reaction?"

Martha sighed and sat down, "Jack blames himself for Ianto's death. More than that, they were lovers. Ianto died in his arms."

Mickey looked at the door for a moment, "It's hard to imagine, Jumpin' Jack being serious about a lover, but he was."

"Yeah," she agreed, "he was." She almost seemed to shrink as she curled in on herself, "I'm scared to death of what we're going to find."

He got up, "The longer this goes on the worse it gets. Let's go figure this out."

Martha smiled with no mirth, "Yeah, let's go."