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So once again he was strapped to the chair. Once again into the breach.

He wished to god that whatever Thomas wanted from him, whatever he thought he knew, that it would come back to him so this whole thing could be done.

"Ok Mr Jones, let's begin."

Ianto gritted his teeth as he felt the cold icey drug flooding his bloodstream. It was harder to fight it. Harder to keep hold of something tangible.

He felt like he was flying down a tunnel, flashes of faces, moments in his timeline seemed to fly before him giving him the slightly giddy feeling of being on a roller coaster.

Finally he stopped and found himself staring into the face of a smiling Jack.

"I don't think I can hold on too much longer Jack."

"I know, but it's ok Ianto, you can do this."

"You need to hurry Jack, you need to find me."

He felt Jack's hand as his fingers reached out to touch his face.

As Ianto closed his eyes he heard a voice that was neither his nor Jacks.

"Now Mr Jones let's see what else we can find."

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"ARGHHHH!"

"Frustrated much?"

"Huh?"

He regarded Riley as she sat bent over the disc. He dropped her morning coffee on her desk as he moaned in gratitude.

"Thanks little brother, I needed that."

"Any luck with figuring that thing out?"

"Not yet, I've run all scans I can think of but nothing comes up, how about the translation program?"

"Ah yes, I had no luck with using any alien translation so I decided to take another look at the text myself. It seems it is a derivative of old Welsh. I set it through the translator last night so hopefully it should be just about finished."

Ianto noticed Riley's expression of bemused wonderment.

"What?"

Shaking her head she took another sip of coffee. Muttering she said…

"I just happened to notice it was old welsh…… I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

"That and the coffee."

"Oh that goes without saying. So let's see what the translation has for us."

Thomas was practically salivating, this was it….this was the moment.

"Come on MrJones…..what does it say."

Riley followed Ianto to the computer running the translation program as he pulled up the data.

"Ok, it looks like a sequence."

"That makes sense."

Ianto raised one eyebrow.

"It's moveable, like a combination lock. So what is it saying?"

"Ok, seems pretty straight forward. Two….I guess that's clicks?.....to the right."

Ianto read the instructions as Riley applied them, when she finally made the last movement the disc started to glow. Riley grabbed the scanner to see what exactly was happening.

"That's amazing…….it's generating its own power.

"Amazing?? That's a big call."

"Ianto, you can't be a sarcastic sod all your life."

"Ok, excuse me if I'm not all together riveted but I think between all the things I have seen since working here, an abject capable of generating its own power is not exactly on the top of my list as amazing."

"Ianto, no you don't understand, it's generating huge amounts of power. Like I could run most of the northern hemisphere off this thing. I'll have to do a few more tests but…Imagine what this thing could do, clean energy, Ianto this is huge."

"We could release a singl…."

"Ianto I swear to god if you finish that thought I will kill you."

But she was smiling.

They grinned at each other, both in awe of the discovery. They were so engrossed in their discovery that they missed the entry of a third party until a disembodied voice spoke behind them.

"Well, it seems this little discovery of yours really is going to put Torchwood on the map."

"Yvonne, sorry didn't hear you there….." Under her breath Riley muttered…."like a vampire bat creeping silently through the shadows."

Ianto snorted and tried to contain himself.

"Something amusing Mr Jones?"

Sobering up Ianto answered,

"No Ma'am."

"So, a clean energy source. That is quiet a discovery. I'm going to need you both to pack this away so we can send it off to archive "

"What are you talking about? The applications Yvonne, a clean energy source…….would solve a lot of our problems."

"Yes……I would imagine you would think this way Riley, bottom line is the world is just not ready for this. I mean, the economic implications….well it's just too much to contemplate."

"Are you KIDDING?!"

"I never kid Ms Jenkins….not when it comes to money."

"But Ma'am, we have a responsibility to report this, to use it…"

"Mr Jones you seem to be under the assumption that I care about your opinion but I don't."

Suddenly men appeared in the lab, surrounding Ianto and Riley.

"What the hell is this Yvonne, get these men the hell out of my lab."

"You are in no position to negotiate Ms Jenkins. I thought you two would need a little persuasion. A little memory adjustment to erase all memory of this disc."

"You really are a piece of work."

"Yes, I suppose I am. Thank you gentlemen."

Ianto struggled as the man grabbed him. Kicking out he landed a blow against something solid before he felt a bruising crush on the upside of his head .

"Ianto! Don't struggle."

"You idiots, no marks! We will have to modify his memory."

The men forced Ianto and Riley into a chair. Holding them down they stretched their arms out while retcon was injected roughly into their veins.

Ianto felt his brain starting to slow down as he lost the battle for consciousness, a voice in his ear telling him lies, you fell, you hit your head and you tripped. He heard it repeated over and over he watched Riley as her eyes rolled back and the lids slid shut, pressing tears out as they rolled down her cheek and then everything went black.

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He had felt less pain this time when jolted out of the memory.

Finally things where starting to make sense, the lost memories now recalled.

"Well done Mr Jones."

Panting Ianto answered.

"So now you have the device, you can make whatever money you need, sell it to private enterprise whatever, I don't care. You have what you want, just let me go."

Thomas laughed.

"Mr Jones, this isn't about corporate espionage, this is about a resurgence, built back up from the ashes."

Ianto looked confused.

"Ok, let me give you a demonstration. Allow me to reintroduce you to an old friend."

Thomas accessed a flat screen that looked like a PDA. Suddenly there was movement from the doorway as a figure traipsed through the door.

AS the figure came into focus Ianto froze, it was as if he stopped breathing, a roaring echoed in his head and he wanted to be sick.

Standing before him, framed by the door was a woman he knew very well, a woman who had died twice. Once in a conversion unit and once on the floor of the Hub.

"Say hello Lisa."

tbc....soon!