Title: Through The Rift

Pairings/Characters: Eventually Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, Gwen Cooper

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, A bit of everything

Summary: Alternate story, Ianto Jones falls through the rift without a scratch on him. Part of his life is gone from his memory. How did he survive the rift without any damage, is he human?

Author Notes: I've wanted to do an alternate for a while. I wasn't sure for a while on how I was going to do this so here I go attempting it. Review to tell me to continue or not because I suck at deciding whether or not to continue these. I am going to try to make this my longest story so far.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sorry

Chapter Ten – Phone Call

Jack and Ianto walked to the Autopsy bay, already knowing what Owen would say. Owen muttered something incoherent under his breath as they walked over to him.

"What's up with you?" Jack asked curiously.

"I'm on a low from a lack of Ianto's coffee."

"Yeah okay, message received. I'll go and do it now."

Owen turned to his computer screen, listening to the Welshman's retreating footsteps.

"What have you got for me Owen?" Jack asked, standing behind him, looking at the computer screen.

"He has the same properties as your blood, the only difference is your blood type. While his is a common blood type, yours is one that is yet to be found." Owen shrugged, "Judging by the amount of this property in his blood compared to yours, I'd say he's been with the doctor for a while and he only recently left, and I'm talking days."

"So he would've been with the doctor when he came through the rift." Jack sighed, "I wish I could just get in touch with the doctor in that time."

"It'll make sense soon." Owen groaned, frustrated that his time had been wasted finding out what they already knew.

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"…I don't know, this is Torchwood. You can't be sure of anything here."

"Fair point." Jack chuckled and looked in Ianto's direction.

"Jack…be careful."

"What?" Jack asked, turning to Owen, brows furrowed.

"Look, you're spending a lot of time with him and I know it's none of my business but just be careful."

"I don't know what you're talking about Owen. We're friends, I mean, he and I can't die. Of course we're spending a lot of time together." Jack said casually.

Ianto walked over, handing Owen a fresh cup of coffee.

"Cheers. Go and talk to Gwen and Tosh. I think they found your footage."

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Tosh and Gwen sat at Toshiko's desk, looking through footage. Jack and Ianto stood behind them looking over their shoulders.

"Did you find anything?" Ianto asked worriedly.

"Yeah, Jack, you'll like this." Gwen smiled.

Toshiko pressed the play on the screen, "This was during Canary Wharf."

They watched as a familiar man in a coat and pinstripe suit pulled Ianto out of the wreckage. Ianto turned to Jack worriedly. Jack put a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder. Tosh pressed another button, changing the picture in front of them.

"This is a few minutes after that."

They watched as Ianto and the doctor walked into the Tardis, the doctor pulling Ianto along as he limped. The movement stopped on the screen for a few moments until the Tardis slowly disappeared.

"I…uh, I can't…" Ianto stammered as he watched the screen, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry." Tosh said, turning off the video.

Gwen stood up, pulling Ianto into a strong hug. He cried into her shoulder, silently hating himself for breaking down in front of everyone.

"I just…I just wish I knew what the hell was happening." The Welshman tried to explain.

"We know, it's got to be hard for you. You just need to stay strong. We're all here for you." Gwen said, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Come on Ianto. We need to talk things through." Jack sighed, gripping Ianto's hand as he let go of Gwen.

Jack squeezed his hand reassuringly before letting go, walking with the younger man to his office.

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Ianto sat down as Jack closed the door behind them. Jack turned and walked over to Ianto, kneeling next to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just…what the fuck happened to my life?" Ianto sighed, looking to the floor.

"Torchwood." Jack smiled, "I'm here though Ianto. I know it was hard to watch something like that. Canary Wharf I mean…it just…it must be so hard to see something like that…"

"Stop Jack!" Ianto snapped.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." Jack sighed, "I know this is hard for you but you've got to breathe, think things through."

"I'm sorry. I…I should be stronger than this."

Jack picked Ianto up from the seat and hugged him tight, "Nobody is that strong. You're so bloody brave Ianto Jones."

Ianto looked into Jack's eyes, his own face tear stained. Ianto pushed forward, kissing Jack tenderly.

"We've got to stop meeting like this." Jack joked when they parted.

Ianto chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes. They both turned as the phone on Jack's desk rang.

"One second." Jack whispered as he moved towards his phone.

"Jack Harkness." Jack answered.

"Jack." A familiar voice rang through the phone.

"Doctor?"

Ianto jumped up, staring at Jack as he heard him say the small word. They locked eyes, both as worried as each other.

"Yeah, it's me. Look, I need you're help."

"Since when does the Doctor need help?"

"This is something I need a hand with Jack now are you going to help me or not?"

"Okay, okay. What do you need?"

Jack knew what the call meant. He had finally gotten in contact with the right doctor, the one that would tell him about Ianto.

"I'll explain when I pick you up. I'll be in the middle of the Plass. I'll be there in twenty minutes, gives you some time to explain to your team…and Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"I need you to come alone, the least amount of people that know about this, the easier it'll be on all of us."

"Doctor wait a second, you –" The line went dead and Jack slammed down the phone in frustration.

"What the hell is going on Jack?"

"The Doctor…he needs my help. I've got to go."

Sorry for yet another short chapter. I'm trying to make these chapters 1500 to 2000 words but I'm not very good at this haha. Woot, a Torchwood ad JUST this second came on the tele. Okay I'm done. Reviews make me happy.

Cheers,
Gabz
xx