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Answers from Above

"Wow, your boyfriend is really something!"

Ianto glanced down and felt his heart jump. He had been lost in his thoughts while he ate his lunch and he had been doodling again. On the paper was a rough, but instantly recognisable drawing of Jack. Every aspect of him was exactly right, down to the twinkle in his eyes and the crooked grin. He dropped the offending pen that had created the sketch as though it had burnt his fingers. He had never consciously attempted to draw Mark. Why then, had his hand produced a drawing of a man he had only met four times; and created a perfect likeness of him at that? How could he know so well someone who still amounted to being little more than a stranger?

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Well, whoever he is, he's handsome. Maybe he's your dream man!" His colleague Jennifer leaned forward to get a better look at the drawing and then smiled at him. "You appear to have many hidden talents, Ianto."

Perhaps, but figuring out my own life is clearly not one of them, he thought grimly as he watched her walk towards her desk.

Still, Jack continued as a presence in his thoughts. It was as if he was the personification of all the lingering doubts he had about his past. He stood by what he had said to Jack on the phone; he did not want his memories to return. He did however wish that the mystery of Jack, and more importantly who Jack was to him could be resolved. All he really had to go on were suppositions and questions that were always carefully sidestepped. Even more importantly, while he was actively trying to let go of his past and move on with his life, he was not certain how to fit Jack and his developing friendship with him into it. A friendship with Jack would be a reminder of an unknown past. With Mark it was easy to look ahead, towards what the future might have in store for them.

Despite all of this, his thoughts kept turning to Jack and all the questions he raised. The recent trip to Rome had been a perfect example of his lingering confusion.

As Jack had predicted, Ianto had loved the ancient city. There were so many sights to visit, so many stunning foods and wines to taste, and an endless number of photographs to take. Mark had been to Rome before, so he had been an ideal tour guide for the long weekend. They spent the three days going around the usual sights, despite the sweltering heat.. They ate too much ice cream, debated the relative merits of having both pizza and pasta during the same meal and sampled a wide selection of Italian wines. Rather than staying at a hotel, they had rented a flat, and by the end of the weekend, their elderly landlady was in love with both men.

Every moment spent with Mark in Rome had been glorious. But there had been moments when they were apart – Mark going off to find a place to buy more water, while Ianto stayed behind to photograph a particularly obstinate cat – and Ianto found himself wondering what Jack would think of the shot he was taking. He had checked his phone to see if Jack had tried to call him, despite having told him that he would be out of the country. When he had returned to his flat after the trip, he had fought hard against the impulse to call Jack straight away.

They had of course spoken in the weeks since the holiday, but Jack always sounded busy and preoccupied. Each time they had not got far beyond the usual pleasantries before an ear-piercing alarm had erased all hopes of a proper conversation. Jack signing off with a rush of apologetic words always left Ianto wondering what it was exactly that he did for the government.

Returning from Rome, Ianto and Mark had resolved to take more holidays together. They both had plenty of time to take off from work and with their well-paid jobs they could easily afford the kind of excursions they were planning. Their discussions on where to go had been fun and full of light-hearted argument. As tempting as the trip sounded they had agreed they would need to be fitter before attempting the Vietnamese mountains by bike. They had debated going to Merimbula on the New South Wales coast, as Ianto wanted to learn how to surf. In the end they had picked two islands in Thailand so they could learn to dive, and hike through the rainforests. Mark had won the argument by pointing out the opportunities for Ianto to expand his portfolio of photographs. They would conquer Australia after Thailand.

Mark also wanted to take Ianto to America to meet his family. Ianto wondered at times whether he must feel homesick, living so far away from home. Although Mark never said so out right, Ianto suspected that he hoped to return to America at some point in the future.

All of their various plans, and the fun they had in making them, created a warm feeling in Ianto. It was oddly exhilarating to make plans as a couple. Granted, they were not particularly long term plans yet, as their trip to Thailand was booked for the following month, but it showed they each saw a future together. Moreover, they had both recently started saying 'we', which delighted Ianto. It never ceased to amaze him how good it felt to be so wanted by Mark and to want him back in equal measure. Things had changed since the opening night of his exhibition; as if by silent agreement they had taken the next step in their blossoming relationship.

Yet here he was, doodling at his desk and thinking about someone else when he would much rather have been thinking about the man he was falling in love with.

The following Saturday, Ianto lay sprawled on Mark's bed, his head resting on his lover's bare thigh. The remains of their breakfast lay on a tray next to him. Sinta was asleep in her basket in the corner of the room. Ianto was idly contemplating the advantages his current position granted him, while listening to Mark read from a newspaper:

"…His photos have a very special quality of lightness, as if the photographer has managed to transfer some of his own joy for living to his subjects. There is a certain freshness to his work, and it appears as though he is seeing the world anew. Whichever direction Ianto Lloyd's photography goes from here, we warmly recommend that you keep an eye on this rising star."

Mark folded the newspaper and dropped it on the floor. He bent down to kiss Ianto, wide grin on his face.

"Did you hear that? You're a star!"

"I hardly think one review saying so makes it true." Ianto pointed out, feeling his cheeks heat from the praise.

"Do you trust me?" Mark asked.

"Of course."

"In that case, trust me when I tell you that you're a star." Mark leaned forward to claim another kiss.

"I walked right into that one, didn't I?" Ianto chuckled.

"Yes, yes you did." Mark laughed.

"Oh well." Ianto shrugged, not feeling particularly worried by the turn of events.

""Now, what would you like to do today, my rising star?" Mark asked with a dramatic flourish. "We have the whole day ahead of us. Although having said that, I do have plans for us for this evening."

"You do? What are we going to do?" Ianto was suddenly curious.

"You'll have to wait and see." Mark winked and gave him a mysterious smile.

"You have me intrigued now," he chuckled, but allowed Mark to keep his secrets.

"So, what shall we do before then?" Mark prompted him.

"Well, we could go for a bike ride and then try that new Italian place for a late lunch. In the afternoon, provided that the weather stays nice, I'd quite like to take some photos of you and Sinta doing some more obedience work in the park, if that's okay?"

"Of course." Mark grinned. "As if you ever need to ask."

"Just checking." Ianto smiled.

"The first step would be to get up, I suppose," Mark noted with slight reluctance.

"Indeed, but there is one thing I want to do first." Ianto's grin grew wicked.

"What?"

"This," Ianto said as he took full advantage of his position. Mark was right; he really was a rising star.

"So that Italian we had lunch in was excellent," Mark declared. "Not as good as the food we had in Rome, but excellent nevertheless."

They had collected Sinta and were now walking towards a secluded area of the park, which was perfect for obedience training and taking photographs with relatively few interruptions. Sinta was running around, chasing pigeons and bumblebees and generally showing how pleased she was to be outside with both Mark and Ianto.

"Agreed." Ianto smiled. He glanced at his boyfriend and seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"What?"

"I was just thinking, you're getting pretty good at cycling," Ianto remarked. "Soon I'll be struggling to keep up with you."

"I don't see that happening any time soon, but I must admit, I do enjoy it a great deal. I suspect it helps that I'm always following you and you do look great in your tight cycling gear. Especially from behind." Mark grinned as Ianto's eyes widened at the implications of his words.

"That explains why you seem to like staying behind me during the rides." Ianto rolled his eyes.

"I just like to take my time admiring the view, that's all." Mark winked.

"Right, from now on you will be riding ahead of me!" Ianto retorted. "Can't let you have all the fun, especially considering how much I appreciate good visuals."

"Are you sure you can keep up with me?" Mark asked, attempting to look innocent.

"Didn't I just demonstrate this morning that I have no trouble keeping up?" Ianto was determined to give as good as he got, literally.

"Perhaps we ought to do a bit more research in that area," Mark suggested with a laugh. He pulled them to a stop so he could kiss Ianto, who seemed more than happy with the public display of affection.

"But being a bit more serious now, cycling wouldn't be anywhere near as much fun if I was doing it on my own of course." Mark continued.

"I know what you mean." Ianto grinned, licking his lips after the kiss and trying to remember what it was he had meant to say. He hesitated again. "So I spotted an advert for a charity cycle ride that I thought we could attempt, if you wanted to?"

"Where, when et cetera?" Mark sounded interested.

"It's the St Albans Charity Cycle Ride, in St Albans, obviously, and it takes place every May. The have routes of different lengths, but I thought we could aim to do the 40 mile route. It would give us something to train towards."

It was Mark's turn to glance at Ianto and he could not help a wide grin spreading across his face. Ianto saw this and looked intrigued.

"What?"

"You do realise that you suggested we do something together almost six months from now?" Mark clarified.

"And?" Ianto quirked an eyebrow.

"Well that implies that you see us still together six months from now."

"Yes, I know. Why wouldn't I?" Ianto frowned, confused.

"No reason, I'm just glad you think that way. I do too, you know." Mark's smile was a little shy.

"I'm glad we're on the same page regarding our relationship," Ianto grinned, grabbing Mark into a rough embrace and kissing him deeply.

"Me too," Mark responded between kisses. "You have no idea how glad I am about that."

It was Sinta's bark and clambering at their legs that finally broke them apart with a laugh. As they wandered off Ianto's arm casually came to rest across Mark's shoulders and then slid down to his waist.

"Keep going, a little further down," Mark growled in his ear. Ianto could hardly deny Mark his request, now could he?

Today was the day. The Rift looked calm and Jack could no longer think of a single reason to delay saying goodbye to Ianto. A few days earlier Tosh had given him her letter to Ianto, with the comment that he could not keep putting it off any longer. Her letter was now safely tucked in his leather jacket and he was ready to go, despite the struggle to get his feet moving.

Myfanwy had been restless all night, waking him just before dawn with low mournful crying. She remained unsettled throughout the morning, so Jack decided to let her out as he prepared to leave the Hub for London. She brushed her beak against his leather jacket, uncharacteristically affectionate with him in a way she had only ever been with Ianto. Jack frowned a little as he watched her hop to the edge of the aerie and spread her large wings. He hoped that exercise would make her feel better and that she would fly off some of her sadness. It was a risk letting her out during the day, but she was good at flying in high altitudes; at a casual glance she could be mistaken for a bird. To be on the safe side, Jack released her through one of the long tunnels leading out of Cardiff and opening into a cliff face further up the coast. Ianto had spent many an hour training her to fly in the tunnel and at times like this all his efforts paid off.

Jack stayed in the aerie long after Myfanwy had disappeared from sight, lost in his thoughts. Ianto had always taken such good care of the pteranodon. She had been pretty cranky and unpredictable when they had first brought her to the Hub, but under Ianto's patient handling she had soon settled into her new home. Jack loved having her in the Hub, she was unique and simply brilliant, but it had been Ianto who treated her with true affection. For him, she was a beloved member of Torchwood and not just an impossible guard dog. Jack felt a little guilty about not having tried to forge a better bond with Myfanwy, especially now that Ianto was not coming back.

When he descended from the aerie, he found his whole team waiting for him with solemn expressions. His steps slowed and he felt strangely reluctant to close the distance between them.

"Good luck, Jack," Tosh was the one to speak for everyone. "Today is not going to be easy, but we want you to know that we understand what you are sacrificing. We'll be here for you, all of us, when you get back."

"Thanks guys." Jack did his best to force his features into a smile. "I really appreciate it. I guess I'll see you later."

With a nod and another attempted smile he walked past the team and headed for the garage. Throughout the drive he did his best to think about anything except the ache inside him and what was coming. The only comfort he found was in knowing that he was doing the right thing for Ianto.

He was on the outskirts of London when his phone rang. He checked the screen, and seeing who it was he clicked on his comms unit.

"Gwen?"

"Umm, we have a problem," she sounded nervous and unusually hesitant.

"Go on." Jack frowned.

"I went to let Myfanwy back in, but she was nowhere to be seen. She hasn't come back so Tosh checked the satellite feeds for Wales and spotted her heading out of Cardiff."

"Heading in which direction?" Jack asked with a growing sense of dread.

"Towards London, Jack, she is heading straight for central London. We can see her on the feeds. Why London? Is she trying to find Ianto?" Gwen's voice trembled with panic.

Jack uttered a long string of curses, some of which caused Gwen to blush. Pieces were suddenly falling into place in his mind. Myfanwy's moodiness after Ianto had left had only lifted slightly after Jack had been to see him in London for the first time. The way she had been spending longer outside and venturing further from the Hub than she had done in the past. Had he not wondered months earlier whether she might be looking for Ianto in her own way? The affectionate greetings he had received every time he had returned from visiting Ianto. The pteranodon's restlessness that morning when he had emerged from his office dressed in the now familiar leather jacket. Her eagerness to be let out right before he headed for London.

"Gwen, get everyone on the comms," he ordered, thinking furiously.

"We're all here, Jack," Owen said, deadly serious.

"We need to figure out how she knows where to go and why she had chosen today of all the days. Anyone else noticed Myfanwy acting strange recently?"

"Well," Tosh hesitated, "she did come to greet me the morning after the exhibition. She doesn't usually do that, but I was so busy thinking about Ianto and the night before that I didn't really pay much attention to her."

"She was very affectionate with me when I got to the Hub after dropping you off," Jack recalled straight away. "In fact, I had to bribe her with chocolate just to get away from her. She seemed particularly interested in the signed print Ianto gave me. Tosh, could she have recognised him in the picture?"

"I doubt it," she replied. "It's far more likely that she could smell Ianto on you."

"But how?" Jack snapped. "There were a hundred other people in the room and I never even touched him!"

"There must be something special about you…" Tosh trailed off, furiously typing as she continued to speak: "I'm running an environmental analysis of the Hub when you returned from the exhibition. Perhaps there were chemicals in the air that she reacted to." She sounded distracted, like there was something she should have figured out by now.

"While you're doing that, Owen, how does she know where to go? Run a satellite image matching or something to map her flight patterns during the past few months. Perhaps that will tell us something new about what she has been up to."

"She was moody after Ianto left," Gwen said thoughtfully. "Her behaviour only changed once you got back and found Ianto."

"Yes," Tosh exclaimed. "That's it! You Jack, you're the answer. It's your 51st century pheromones that she is reacting to! You spent a lot of time with Ianto in the Hub out of hours and I bet you anything Myfanwy could smell Ianto's scent on you. When you got back and found Ianto gone, your chemical signature would have been subtly different. It changed back when you found Ianto in London.

"She was probably able to smell Ianto on you, particularly as you mostly wore that same leather jacket when you were around him, but I suspect she reacted even more to the changes in your pheromone levels. And since I spent so many hours in the car with you before and after we were at the exhibition, some of the scent would have transferred on to me too. That's why she reacted to me the way she did the morning after.

"Yes, that makes sense," Jack acknowledged. "So she knows that we went to see Ianto, but how does she know where we went?"

Right on cue, Owen swore.

"What?" Jack urged him.

"The reason she now knows where to go is because she's done it before."

"What?!" Jack spluttered.

"The night of the exhibition. Jack, she followed you and Tosh all the way to London and back. I have the satellite feed to prove it. She got in a bit before you drove into the garage, so she was right on time to greet you when you entered the Hub."

"Why didn't she try to seek out Ianto that night? He did go out for a while, Tosh was with him for some of the time."

"Perhaps she didn't venture quite close enough. She might have been content to follow your car to London and then explore the city while you were at the party."

"But why did she pick that night to follow us?" Jack demanded.

"It might again have something to do with your pheromones, Jack," Owen speculated. "You would have been pretty emotional that day. Think about it, you had helped Ianto organise something hugely important to him and you were going to be there to witness him in the spotlight. At the same time, you were also going to meet Ianto's boyfriend, your rival for Ianto's affection. And Tosh was going to have a chance to talk to Ianto for the first time since he left Torchwood. Your pheromones will have been keyed into your feelings for Ianto."

"The chemical analysis confirms it, Jack," Tosh agreed. "Your pheromone signature that day was very distinctive. In fact, there is only one other day that matches the level of pheromones you were producing on the day of the exhibition."

"And when was that other day?" Jack asked impatiently.

"This morning."

"I guess that explains why she chose today as the day to find Ianto," Owen noted dryly.

"Besides, who's to say that Myfanwy isn't slightly empathic?" Tosh pointed out. "Your emotions have been pretty up and down since you've been back and it isn't a great jump to think that she could have picked up on that. You have made a huge decision and were about to act on it today. I wouldn't be surprised if all of us, Myfanwy included, are unconsciously reacting to the changes in your pheromone levels and the changes in your moods. You are our leader after all."

"How could I have been so stupid?" Jack slammed his fist against the steering wheel. Pain flared in his hand but he barely felt it. He floored the accelerator and the car shot forward.

Behind him, he saw lights begin flashing and he let out more curses. He could hear the sirens, which only made him push the car to higher speeds.

"We're speeding towards a major disaster. Myfanwy is clearly determined to find Ianto, whether he likes it or not. Owen, get your ass to London as soon as possible. Coming by car is too slow, so I want you to commandeer a helicopter either from the police or the army. I don't really care how you do it, just make it happen. Oh, and bring retcon. Lots and lots of retcon. There are going to be a shitload of people who need to forget what they are about to see.

"Gwen, I want you to contact UNIT. Tell them that we have a situation heading towards London but that we are handling it. Make it clear that they are not to interfere under any circumstances and order them to keep the London police out of it as well. This is Torchwood problem and Torchwood is going to handle it our way. Oh, and get the Highway Patrol off my tail right away. I may be speeding, but I'm not about to stop so they can hand me a ticket for it.

"Tosh, you need to do damage control online. The internet is going to be full of videos of a flying dinosaur. I want you to find as many of those entries as you can, delete it and then hack into whatever device uploaded it and erase all traces of such footage. Gwen, once you are done with UNIT, help Tosh. I'd rather not have evidence of Myfanwy's existence available online. Oh, and lose the satellite images showing her as well. Check every satellite that might have been recording over Europe today, commercial or otherwise, and lose it all. It won't be subtle or pretty, but in this case I'll take whatever I can get."

"We'll get right on it." Owen acknowledged the orders curtly.

"So, every thing I've just said is all well and good, but it's just the tip of the ice berg. We need a cover story to deal with all the people who will see Myfanwy but may not openly indicate that they have done so. It's an awful lot of distance she's going to be covering, and she'll cover it twice since she is eventually going to come back home. I hope. Any thoughts, people?"

A moment of silence followed as they all considered Jack's words.

"Let's set up a news story about sighting a flying dinosaur," Tosh suggested.

"How would that help?" Jack queried, sounding puzzled.

"If we doctor some footage of Myfanwy to make it look fake and then release it as authentic, people will discover it's fake. Then we'll mock up an interview where an embarrassed news anchor confesses that they were duped and that the footage was fake all along. That will discredit any videos of Myfanwy online that I can't delete for whatever reason."

"I know a couple of actors locally," Gwen said. "No doubt they'd be willing to help for a fee. We should be able to use the logo of one of the local news stations since it will basically be free publicity for them, if we say the whole things is meant to be a huge prank. There'll be some retconning involved at the end of the day, but I don't suppose we were ever going to avoid that."

"But what about the people who will see Myfanwy flying for real?" Jack prompted them.

"She's going to be flying pretty high to make the most of the air currents," Owen speculated. "The atmospheric reports indicate that there is a wind blowing on a higher altitude towards London from the Irish Sea this afternoon. I expect she is going to be taking advantage of that since it's a long way for her to fly, even if she has done it before. Why don't we include in the mocked up news report something about a Welsh bloke making his microlight plane look like a dinosaur, which in turn prompted some kids to fake the flying dinosaur video?"

"I like that," Jack agreed. "Gwen, you're going to need someone to play the part of that pilot as well."

"That shouldn't be a problem," she replied. "I guess we can just show a picture of a microlight plane that vaguely looks like a pterodactyl. That should be easy to achieve on Photoshop."

"What about London? If Myfanwy lands anywhere, we're going to have to deal with crowds of people."

"I recently hacked into the intranet of a Japanese robotics company," Tosh admitted. "They make pretty convincing robots these days. If we can keep people from getting too close to Myfanwy, maybe we could pass her off as a robot prototype. Like an advanced version of the ones you see in dinosaur theme parks, with more functionality and a rudimentary AI. We could set it up as a sneak preview somewhere in London to test people's reactions ahead of a big launch. There could be champagne and soft drinks, which would make slipping people retcon pretty effortless."

"Why were you hacking a Japanese robotics company?" Owen jumped in.

"I was bored one day and I had watched Terminator 2 the night before, which made me feel a little paranoid," she confessed, a little sheepish. "I just wanted to check they couldn't really make robots like the T-1000."

"You so need to get out more…" Instead of snarky, Owen's comment sounded unusually reflective.

"Anyway…" Jack's stern tone returned them to the task at hand. "I like your thinking, Tosh. Can you make a short promo clip for the robot Myfanwy? We need some supplies for that to work. Gwen, when you contact UNIT about this, see if you can arrange a car to meet Owen when he lands in London. Ask them to bring a few crates of champagne, an assortment of soft drinks, plastic cups, some folding tables, a screen and projector, and something we can use to cordon off an area for Myfanwy. Tell UNIT that we'll naturally reimburse them for all the expenditure incurred straight away. Tosh can authorise a funds transfer in my absence."

"Noted," Gwen replied.

"Good, but Gwen, focus on the interview. We don't have a great deal of time to sort this mess out."

"Okay."

"This of course assumes that Myfanwy does land somewhere. If we're really, really lucky she won't find Ianto and she'll just return straight back to Cardiff."

"Are you feeling lucky?" Owen asked, unconvinced by Jack's optimism.

"Not particularly," Jack admitted. "But who knows, stranger things have happened. Now, you've all got plenty to do, so let's get to it, folks!"

"What are you going to do?" Gwen asked.

"Get to London as fast as I can and do the only thing I can do – try to keep Ianto and Myfanwy as far away from one another as possible."

Ianto, Mark and Sinta had finished their photo shoot and were heading through the park towards Mark's flat. The men were holding hands and Sinta was trotting ahead of them, investigating interesting smells but never venturing far. Ianto had noticed Mark gradually becoming tense throughout the afternoon, although he appeared to be trying to hide it. He was both concerned and a little curious, and his first conclusion was to assume that his lover's behaviour had something to do with his secret plans for the evening. Still, he could not help being curious and decided to question Mark about it.

"Something wrong Mark?" Ianto stopped and cupped his lover's cheek.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Do you want to tell me why you've become so nervous?" Ianto smiled gently.

Mark swallowed and looked like he was furiously trying to come up with an answer. Fortunately for him, he was saved by Ianto's phone ringing. Ianto checked the caller id and his heart jumped.

"Hi Jack."

"Ianto, hey," Jack sounded rushed and Ianto could hear squealing tyres in the background. "Where are you?"

"At the park with Mark and Sinta."

"Shit."

"What's going on?" Ianto asked frowning.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Ianto responded immediately, not even pausing to consider Jack's question.

"Then I need you to do as I ask and get yourselves indoors as soon as you can. It doesn't matter whether you go to yours or Mark's, just get yourself inside. And don't come out, not until I call you to say that it's safe to do so."

"But why?"

Mark frowned at Ianto's confusion and raised an eyebrow in silent query. Ianto could only shrug in response.

"Please don't ask me, because I can't tell you." Jack's voice was firm. "But it's really important. Please, just trust me on this, get yourself inside."

"Okay, we'll go straight away," Ianto agreed, although a little hesitant.

"Good. Thank you." It was the relief in Jack's voice that finally convinced Ianto to do as he was being asked. "And text me when you are safely inside."

"Okay," Ianto promised. Through the phone, he heard a car door slamming. The change in Jack's breathing together with the sound of heavy footsteps led Ianto to conclude that he was running. On an impulse he glanced around the park, but Jack was nowhere to be seen.

"Thanks," Jack said and ended the call.

"What's going on?" It was Mark's turn to ask the question as Ianto put his phone away.

"Jack told us to get inside as quickly as possible. He didn't explain anything at all, just said to stay inside until he tells us it's safe to come out."

"Well, my place is closer, so I guess we better hurry." Mark was baffled by the urgent orders, but he was not about to put any of them at risk simply because he was confused. He trusted Ianto, and he in turn seemed to trust Jack.

"I guess so." Ianto shrugged as they increased their speed.

They had covered half the distance to Mark's home when they heard the first mournful screech. The wild, impossibly ancient sound froze Ianto's limbs and made him stop. His eyes automatically turned towards the sky. He heard another screech. He knew that call, he had heard it before, and it sent a tremor through his body. He had missed that sound, he had missed her.

"Ianto?" Mark asked, puzzled as to why Ianto had suddenly stopped.

A shadow passed over them and Sinta began barking furiously, determined to defend her men.

"What the hell is that?" Mark exclaimed, pointing at the sky when the shadow slid over them again.

Ianto's eyes widened when he saw the flying creature circling overhead. His thoughts flashed back to the drawing he had made months ago and he knew that it was this specific creature he had drawn. He wondered how he could possibly know such a thing.

"My..." he whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from the majesty of a scene that felt so familiar

The flying creature banked low, scanning the ground and then called again. Ianto knew that call was meant for him.

"Your what?" Mark asked, voice high with panic.

The reptile had spotted an open space a little further away and with unexpected grace she landed there. She turned to look in their direction, opened her beak and let out a plaintive screech.

"Not mine," Ianto muttered. "My... Myfanwy!"

A terrible pain lanced through Ianto's brain. He ignored it as he started to run. His mind was spinning and he saw that Captain Jack Harkness had arrived, as if on cue, and was also running. Ianto reached Myfanwy in no time and stepped close to her without hesitation. She buried her beak against his chest, just as she had done so often in the past, and used her wings to gently keep him close. Ianto let out a strangled sob and crumpled into her embrace.

Jack had stopped next to Myfanwy and he was looking at the pair of them with uncharacteristic fear. His expression was echoed on Mark's face, as he too came to stand next to them.

A single tear slid down Ianto's face as he spoke:

"I remember everything."

More author's notes: Well, there we have it. My question is, did anyone see that coming? I've been quietly setting that up for quite some time now. Ianto was of course always going to get his memories back and it only took me 14 chapters to get there. Now onwards to the major fallout. The next chapter is rather aptly named Fairytale of Lies.