Conclusion of Two Words, but don't worry the story is far from over ^_^

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He wasn't sure what to expect and Tavon wasn't being much help. Ianto was starting to get the feeling he wasn't going to like what he found. He was led into a bright room, filled with screens, like the one in his quarters when he woke up. "What is this!?" Jones sputtered.

"Tavon, leave us please." She asked, turning to the relocator in the corner. The young man smiled and walked out. The Bad Wolf looked back to the Watcher before her. Before her image anyway. "Calm down, you're fighting the mind wipe, let it pass. You've been here before." She chided, having expected this to happen.

Ianto spun, as a golden eyed Goddess, flashed on every screen. "What do you mean I've been here?" He yelped, as the memories of his previous lives began to crash into him. Doing his best to just let it happen like she'd instructed.

"This is not the first time you have tried to break the rules." She mused, recalling the last time he'd visited her. She wondered, if this really would be the last time. He seemed more determined than usual. The Bad Wolf took it as a good sign.

"Obviously, you have some crappy rules." He snarked, eyeing a screen despondently. Ianto knew why they had them, didn't mean he had to like it.

"They are there for your protection." She argued, in a haughty tone. He stood defiantly, staring down her image. Trying to remember his life before escaping T1.

He couldn't…

Before T1, was the memory of someone fixing electrodes to his head and wishing him a safe journey. "You move us to keep the humans oblivious. I know." He conceded, adding. "But he's different, an immortal. He's convinced he's alone, so afraid to live because he loses everyone. If anyone could understand us, he would. I know it."

"Who are you talking about Ianto?" She spoke calmly, but there was something urgent in her tone. She knew, but she had to be sure.

"Jack, his name was Jack. Captain Jack Harkness." Jones replied. A small smile tugging at his lips.

"I want to believe you Ianto, I really do… You think you know everything, but you don't. I worry, even if he accepts you. Is Torchwood is ready."

"Did you know?" Ianto demanded suddenly. "Send me in, mind wiped and unprepared, some sort of test for me and for them?" He understood it, sort of. Still, it made him angry, thinking they had played with his life like that. Whoever 'they' were anyway.

She sighed, "Your untimely death was unforeseen."

"Oh that makes me feel better. It's Torchwood, did you really expect me to live that long." Jones grumbled. "Well my Avatar anyway." He added, flopping to the circular bench in the middle of the room. "So what's the truth then, all of it."

She sighed again. It would shock him, but he'd handled it before. She, actually hoped he was right. That T3 would accept the truth this time. Without trying to lock away the Watcher for study. That Ianto could be with Jack forever.

~TW~

Ianto sat still, staring into space, was he even staring? His Avatar was, even this body wasn't real. So damn close, Owen would be fooled, but he knew the truth now. He still couldn't believe he'd willingly signed up for this. A forever life true, but it was tied to watching over rifts. All he was, had been downloaded into the most sophisticated AI. He was a chip, needing a body, any, body to function. Jones could be anything he wanted. Female, Alien, Android. If one form got old, he would be able to easily switch. They were setting up a station for him. To give him access to the system and new avatars while staying with Jack and Torchwood.

It made him wonder how many 'Rift Watchers' there were. How many had questioned the system? There couldn't be many who had. Jack only talked about 4 maybe 5 Torchwoods. So, he doubted many more, if any, ever encountered a situation like his. He was remembering all the lives he'd spent. Watching the Cardiff rift. Waiting for the right time to infiltrate Torchwood. Then the millennium had turned, they chose to give him a mind wipe and he'd ended up a 'guest' at T1. Getting out had been no easy feat. If the Immortal accepted him like he hoped. He'd tell Jack he still remembered their real first time together.

Ianto started to wonder how he should greet Jack. It had been a while since he'd been in Isabell's skin. She was certainly adept at catching men off guard. Beguiling and seemingly harmless, she'd have no problem getting Jack to follow her here. His new base/station that is. He started to smile, it wouldn't be long now.

TBC…