5
That night Ianto came to his bed, slipping between the covers and his hands were familiar. Ianto knew things, had learnt things over their time together and he didn't' hesitate to show Jack that he remembered those pressure points that made him yodel.
Later as Jack lay panting and slightly achy that he whispered "I have missed you Ianto. Oh man… my little Tiger."
"Tiger. You used to call me Tiger, Cariad"
"I did. You used to wear boxer shorts that were tiger stripes. Under your crisp suits and buttoned up outer shell you were a wild animal" Jack sighed "Tonight … I felt those claws. I have missed you."
Inot rolled on top of him and their kiss was gentle, more loving now as they revelled in reconnecting. Inside his heart and mind, Ianto Jones settled into this new vessel and the others slid into the darkness.
Ianto Jones was back!
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"Yes but Jack... he is Windy-Woo. I know… I know he is Ianto as well but… Jack…tread carefully because he is still also a newling. A fledgling so fresh from the nest that he is still unable to fly. Remember that Ianto might be there but he is also a little pinch of something… wild. Exotic. Bitey."
"Come on Doctor… you didn't know Ianto like I did. I know this is not him, but it is a really nice gift, a wonderful thought and damn if he isn't the best substitute I can find. Really… the way I look at it… he IS Ianto. You come back with different bodies, faces, even voices. Still you right? I am looking at him the same. This is Ianto, just … revamped." Jack said with a slap of his hand on the table making both the Doctor and the man in the doorway jump.
Ianto stared at the Doctor long and hard before slipping back out of the room unseen by Jack.
This one was crafty.
"Right, where do you want to go now?"
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"Home" Jack finally said "You left me with a mess to clean up, took me to make another mess to clean up and I can't keep layering them down like tht."
"Right. Gwen. You know… this might not bode well. She and Ianto had a love/hate sibling style relationship" The Doctor tried to warn him "He didn't know your feelings for her but… this one might bite back."
"I need to go back and help her with the new Torchwood. I promised!" Jack interrupted.
"OK" the Doctor sighed as he knew once Jack made that face it was all over.
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"So… you understand?" Jack asked as he led Ianto along the street, the TARDIS already grinding away like she was late for a very important date… or at least her Mad Hatter was.
"Here we are" Jack said as he knocked, the door swinging open and the one on the other side squealing as she launched herself at Jack.
"Martha" Jack said tugging on her little mini braids, "Let me off."
"I soundly smack you… oh my god. Ianto?"
"This is Ianto Windy-Woo" Jack said, puling Ianto in beside him.
"I am a bio-engineered being that has been grown from a species called Bladesingers, or Wind talkers. Windy-Woo is our…ah.. pet name. If given a splash of DNA from someone, we can … grow as them. Their thoughts, memories, mannerisms… all transferred as natural transference. Like a turtle knows to get to the sea when it breaks from the egg… a Windy-Woo chick remembers the one it once was… or their memories help it grow into that person again… somewhat."
"Wow. That is a mouthful to get out" she grinned "You need to meet my husband Mickey. He will love you."
"Mickey Mouse!" Ianto roared pushing past her to enter and find the man inside, lifting him in a bear hug as Mickey Smith swarked with shock.
Jack followed, his own bear hug eerily simper as he also yelled "Mickey Mouse!"
"Captain Cheesecake?"
"That's Beefcake!" Ianto laughed as he stepped back and turned to Martha, his brilliantly bleu eyes twinkling "And Francine? Tish? Come on girl!"
"Here" Francine said softly "My goodness. Ianto Jones!"
"Hello there" he drew her into a hug and she accepted with surprise.
"JACKIE!" Tish laughed as Jack turned to catch her and swing her around as he laughed and called her his little sister from another mother.
Clive stood back and watched Ianto moving around the kitchen. He had been on the Valiant too, he remembered as well as they did, that thing that should never be spoken of and as he watched the man in the suit hug his daughter he remembered him too.
"Ianto Jones. The Red Dragon" Clive said out loud "The ground contact that helped Martha slip around."
"Yes, her pretend gun thing. That really stuffed him up, didn't it" Ianto laughed then he sobered up, his back arching for a second like he was remembering a hurt. He grimaced and turned to look at Jack "you told me… you told me it was not so bad. TYTNW … it was not so bad. You lying sack of… sorry. Sorry… I didn't mean that."
As quickly as Ianto showed anger, it was gone. A moment of pure thuggery that had everyone surprised, especially Jack who had NEVER seen Ianto erupt like that.
Must be the Windy-Woo in him, making him righteous.
Right?