Torchwood Four:

Summary: Why is it that Ianto sounded like he knew he wasn't going to see Rhiannon again when he was on the phone with her in 'Day 4'? That's because he did know. COE Fix-It. Multi-Chapter.

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Chapter Seven:

He may have looked completely different to what Jack was used to, his hair bright blue and tied up in a ponytail as opposed to the pristine, almost military cut he usually had, his eyes the same shocking blue, his body without a suit, and beautiful white wings adorning his back, but Jack could recognise him anyway.

"Ianto..."

Tears sprung to his eyes at the thought of his lover still being alive, but they were matched by tears of sadness and betrayal, in the fact that, like Gwen said, Ianto had once again lied to him.

All the dots now connected, including the one that Jack refused to see as a dot; Ianto's strange phone call to his sister. It was so obvious now, well apart from a few minor details. Ianto was some sort of otherworldly creature who'd come from goodness knows where, to earth, to do goodness knows what, seemingly falling in love with Jack in the process but then, somehow knowing that he was going to die in Thames House, made a strange goodbye phone call to his sister, who might not really be his sister, before faking his own death and then blowing up the 456.

Ok, maybe it wasn't so obvious, but it still made sense now.

The only question left was why? Why would Ianto not tell them all this?

The only thing left to do now was find out. But how were they going to do that?

"I can't believe I was right." Gwen whispered, causing Jack to pry his eyes from the screen and the image of the lover he thought he'd lost, and turn to her.

"What?"

"He's alive Jack." She whispered, and then suddenly, a large grin appeared on her face. "Jack! He's alive!"

"Yeah, I know..." Jack whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Gwen was very confused as to why Jack wasn't jumping for joy, or at least happy. "Jack, what's wrong?"

Jack sighed. "He lied to me Gwen, lied to us."

"But maybe he had a reason for doing that Jack. You saw it yourself, it's not as if he just ran away or something, it looks like there's a bigger picture here."

"Maybe..."

"Well, why don't we find out?"

"What do you mean?"

Walking over to her bag, Gwen pulled out the slightly charred diary of Ianto's that she had found at the wreckage of the hub, the feather that she had also found tucked neatly inside. "This is what I mean."

She walked back over to him. "I scoured the hub the other say to see if I could salvage anything. I found Janet and Myfanwy unharmed, and managed to find some photos and a few things from your office – which I'll give you later – that were salvageable, but I also found these."

She showed him both items.

"I don't know why I thought that the feather was important, though I know now that it is." She nodded over to the screen where the image of Ianto with his wings out could still be seen. "But I thought it looked unusual."

She then handed him the diary.

"I thought you might want it as a keepsake or something, but I guess it now has a much more important job to do."

Jack stared at the cover of the diary for a moment, his finger tracing Ianto's name which was seemingly written with great care in Ianto's curvy but impeccably neat handwriting, before he opened it up to the first page. Hopefully this might not only help them figure out why Ianto lied to them, but also help Jack figure out what he was going to do next.

5th August 2001

I'm not completely sure what I'm supposed to be writing here, but The Doctor says that by keeping a diary of everything, I'll more easily be able to figure through any problems I have. I don't really believe him, part of me doesn't even trust him, but I'll do it anyway.

My real name is Ifanueil and I'm a water/air guardian from a small planet called Utopia in the 107th sector of the galaxy, but as of this moment I'm going by Ianto Jones.

If anyone happens to come across this diary, they're going to think I'm mad, but it's true. I am not from earth, an alien as humans seem to say. Except, there's nothing alien about me. Not really. I look human, I like some foods and dislike others, I have hobbies, a family, really everything that any human has. The only difference is that I was born on another planet, and that I have the power over the elements of water and air.

But I guess I have always been one of the odd ones out. Even on Utopia, a beautiful little planet with two suns and three moons, where everyone is born with the power over an element and destined with the protection of one or more species or planets, I never truly fitted in with the rest of the Guardians. You see, everyone has the power over an element, everyone, but no-one ever really has the power over anymore than one. And yet, I have the power over two.

The elders of our world said it was perhaps because my parents were both powerful guardians, my mother with the power over water, and my father over air, or maybe because I had a much bigger destiny.

Whatever the reason, I still don't know, because even though I have had many charges in my short lifetime, none of them have ever required me to use both of my powers, and even though I now have a new charge, one that requires me to work with other Guardians, I am still the odd one out, still the only one with two elements at my fingertips.

That being said, no-one has ever treated me badly because of it. In fact, sometimes I have been revered because of my powers. So it's not a bad thing really, it just makes me feel a bit like an outsider sometimes, that's all.

But I guess that's where I can relate to The Doctor. He's the last of his kind you see and so he too feels like an outsider at times. But that still doesn't mean I can trust him.

That's my backstory, so I guess the next question I should answer is, why Ianto Jones?

Well my nickname all my life has been Ifan, because Ifanueil is a little bit of a tongue twister. So, when we came to earth and The Doctor told us that we would need new identities, we all (the other Guardians and me) researched our names for English substitutes which were similar.

Cryston, our team leader, who had always been called Crys, found the English equivalent of his name as Chris, so that's what we now call him.

Zenith, found Zena, an unusual but nevertheless English (at least in language) name.

Alevis, usually called Al, found the name Alex.

Lucion, nicknamed Luc, took on the name Luca.

Felicity meanwhile found that her name was already English and so kept both her full name and her nickname Fliss.

I, however, could only find Ian as a suitable replacement, and while it was a perfectly fine name, I didn't feel that it suited me. So, checking on a welsh website instead, we found Ifan to be the nickname of the welsh name Ianto which I felt really suited me and so I became Ianto.

As for the last name, well, that was done using a power that all Guardians have which is the power over our identities. Not only can we create an aura shield, using the element that we possess, in order to keep our identities a secret, but we can also influence the minds of others to perceive us as how we wish them to perceive us. As a result, I am known as Ianto Jones, born in Wales to Cadwin and Elizabeth Jones, with one sister, Rhiannon, born in 1983 and moved to London when I was 18 (i.e., now) after dropping out of university.

I feel bad for dropping myself on this quaint little family but we all need to be hidden from the prying eyes of the government and society, ready to protect the world when needed without anyone gaining knowledge of our kind.

And that's pretty much everything. For now at least. We're supposed to be meeting with these people called Torchwood tomorrow, so I'll write a bit about that when it's over but for now, this is goodbye.

His mind feeling a little overloaded with all the information that he'd just been bombarded with and feeling a little upset to find that everything he'd known about Ianto, even something as simple as his name, had been a lie, Jack put the diary down.

"Jack." Gwen's arm snaked its way around him, pulling him into a hug. "I know you're feeling a little overwhelmed right now, but we need to keep reading. We don't know everything we need to know yet."

Nodding, Jack went to the next entry.

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Ianto's diary will be split into four parts, so the next three chapters will be Ianto's diary interspersed with The Guardians, before Jack and Gwen make a shocking (or maybe not so shocking) decision.

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