Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood in any way shape or form. Yes, I do admit that would be awesome and Ianto would be resurrected as a total BAMF and save the world in time for his dates with Jack but that will never happen because I don't own Torchwood. Not even close.
A/N (is this what I normally do? I honestly can't remember): SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I was super busy with my film proposal and my film project as well as my English close reading assignment and I had to catch up on my readings for my Shakespeare class aka read Taming of the Shrew and Romeo and Juliet. I survived however!
Also, to those of you in Canada who celebrate this most fattening of holidays: Happy Almost Thanksgiving! To those of you who aren't in Canada and celebrate it at this time as well Happy Almost Thanksgiving! Hopefully I covered my bases there.
Ok, on with the show, am I right? I feel as though I should be adding something else but whatevs, it's all good in the hood (sorry, don't know what that was but I'm leaving it because it was from the heart. Probably)
In the weeks that followed Jack didn't stop calling Torchwood House in his attempt to speak with Ianto who still refused to divulge any personal information. Then again that may very well be because Archie was making a valiant effort to prevent any communication between Ianto and Captain Harkness. A valiant effort which involved snatching the phone out of Ianto's hands as well as relegating Ianto to 'Nessie duty' so that he'd spend less time by the phone.
After a month of this nonsense had passed Ianto walked into the Torchwood House to find Archie shouting on the phone.
"No I will not give you an archivist I don't care about the bloody rift Harkness you've brought this on yourself!"
Ianto's eyebrows shot up. So that was why Captain Harkness was calling? Ianto had, quite naively he now realized, just assumed Captain Harkness was being the insufferable bastard Archie liked to call him, harassing Torchwood House for no apparent reason. Ianto didn't have a very high opinion of Captain Harkness to say the least, not stemming from the wild rumours that circulated London, but rather how he had dealt with the aftermath of Canary Wharf, how he had refused to provide assistance for the survivors, how he had openly condemned all former employees of Torchwood London, how he hadn't bothered to discipline his employees after their completely unprofessional behaviour during the battle's aftermath.
Yes, Ianto disliked Captain Harkness, even though his flirtatious manner and constant innuendos made Ianto blush. Ianto very much did not like Captain Harkness. But he also understood the importance of the role of Torchwood Cardiff with regards to the safety of the Earth. Cardiff was on a rift in time and space. This had gone on long enough.
Without allowing himself to take a moment for a second thought Ianto marched forwards and yanked the phone away from Archie, bringing it up to his ear and fixing Archie with one of his chilling glares.
"-And if the world ends I swear Archie I will blame you-"
Ianto rolled his eyes. "You're in need of an archivist, sir?" Ianto cut in politely. The other side of the line was silent. Ianto rolled his eyes as he waited, but he was a patient man. He could easily outwait the Captain.
"The man with the gorgeous voice," Captain Harkness whispered, almost reverently. Ianto rolled his eyes again.
"Thank you sir. If you could answer the question please?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm in need of an archivist."
"Very well sir I'll be there in a week." With that Ianto hung up the phone. Archie stared at him, his jaw gaping open. Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Was there a problem Archie?"
Archie blinked slowly before shaking his head a little and closing his mouth. "Why would you do that?" he hissed. Ianto shrugged.
"I was sick of your bickering."
Archie glowered at him. "You know how he feels about London, Ianto."
Ianto smiled softly. "Then we can be sure he won't want me permanently then, can't we?"
Archie shook his head and walked away, arms outstretched, palms facing the sky, muttering something about bloody Welshmen too stubborn for their own good. Ianto couldn't help but laugh. And he should laugh, while he still had the chance. Because really, once he showed up in Cardiff and they saw his files, the working environment would turn very hostile, very fast.
Jack stared at the phone with a mixture of annoyance, shock and glee. Annoyance, because Archie was a bastard. Shock because the man with the sexy voice had hung up on him. Glee because the man with the sexy voice would be coming to Cardiff. In one week. To sort out the archives. A job that could very well take months. Jack burst out of the office and ran down the stairs to see Tosh.
"Tosh!" he cried. "Pull up all the files of Torchwood House employees!"
Tosh rolled her eyes and turned to Jack. "You know we don't have access to that, don't you? After all, Archie is the rightful director of all the Torchwood Institute and he keeps his employee files classified."
Jack grinned his trademark Captain Jack Harkness hero grin. "That's why I asked you and not Owen to pull them up sweet Toshiko."
Tosh blushed slightly and turned back to her computer, rolling her wrists a few times before placing her hands in the typing position and letting her fingers fly across the keyboard at a lightning quick pace.
"Jack!" Gwen exclaimed as she walked up, "you have to ban Owen from making drinks! I swear he tried to poison me!"
"Not bloody likely sweetheart!" Owen exclaimed coming up from the med-bay in a huff. "Besides, it's not like you could do any better!"
Jack rolled his eyes good-naturedly and turned around with a smirk. He was so settled on cloud nine he doubted anything could bring him down today.
"Now, now, children," he began, "no fighting!"
Gwen opened her mouth to respond when Tosh-thankfully-cut in. "I'm in," she murmured, already engrossed in reading the three files that were there. Very few people worked at Torchwood House, considering it didn't actually guard anything the way London guarded the void or Cardiff guards the Rift. It was completely archives, archives which were manned by Torchwood Director Archie-Tosh had been unable to get a last name, part time archivist Aileen MacLeod who, by the looks of it was as good as retired at this point, and full-time Head Archivist Ianto Jones.
"Ianto Jones!" Jack exclaimed. "The Welsh John Smith, that must be him!"
"Well it's not like it was crazy Archie or the old bird now was it?" Owen snarked. Jack glared at him.
"Ianto Jones," Tosh read out, either oblivious to the sudden tension between Jack and Owen or completely aware of it and attempting to diffuse it. "Born August 19th, 1983, average student…" she trailed off with a scowl.
"What?" Jack asked.
"This file's been changed, Jack. This isn't right."
Jack narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, there's no way Archie would have hired a Junior Researcher from Torchwood London and given them free reign over the main archives of all of Torchwood!"
Jack's jaw dropped. Torchwood London? Suddenly, he wasn't so pleased for the next week's arrival.
