On a flight to Cardiff, Wales

"I don't see why I have to come with you to Wales, of all places, this isn't fair, I could be helping Peter and Nathan track down the Haitian!" Claire Bennett moaned, adjusting her seat slightly. Angela had told her that she was going on a special mission for the Company, but had neglected to tell her where to until the plane they were currently on had taken off.

Angela sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Claire dear, I have told you before, this is a very special mission, reconnaissance, normally I would only send my best agents out for this sort of thing. You should feel privileged!"

Claire twisted in her seat, pulling up her leg and crossing it, to face her biological grandmother. "Okay, so who is so important that we have to go all the way to Wales to collect then?" She asked, her voice low and brow furrowed in annoyance.

Angela thought for a minute, debating on how much to tell her.

"Because dear, due to your Grandfather's intervention twenty-five years ago, you have another uncle, living in Cardiff, who now has no idea who he really is."

Claire stared wide eyed at her Grandmother. "I have another uncle?" She repeated in a dark voice. "Do Nathan and Peter know?" She refused to add Gabriel's name to the end of that list, as far as she was concerned, he wasn't family.

"No dear, they don't know. His name is Ianto Jones, or really, Ianto Petrelli. Arthur forced me to give him away, after I had a vision of the future in which" She pursed he lips, "he started chasing aliens. Your Grandfather is very much against that sort of nonsense. Add on the fact that Ianto was to become bi-sexual and, well, he couldn't bear the shame. I, however, do not care about his job or sexual orientation. He has an ability, as you would expect, being a Petrelli and all, but he doesn't quite believe it. He, like Gabriel, has an, understanding, of things, accompanied by the power to copy other's abilities through touch. Arthur use to joke about this brand of ability running in the family." She chuckled to herself. She could tell by Claire's face she didn't know what to say. "Get some rest dear, we have a long flight ahead of us."

Cardiff, Wales

Ianto sat on the sofa, twirling his stopwatch between his fingers. He could practically hear the cogs inside turning, though he brushed it off as usual. He had a great urge to take it apart, to study every single cog and piece of metal that made it work. Since Canary Wharf and Lisa's 'upgrade', he'd become fascinated with time pieces, even a coffee machine, that merely a year before the incident, completely baffled him, made complete sense. He could understand exactly the right amount of coffee was needed, exactly how long the water needed to boil for, to make the perfect cup. In his flat, nothing that broke, couldn't be fixed. At work, no cover-up that he dealt with, was flawed in anyway. No Computer program that Tosh wrote up could confuse him. There was no long list of numbers he couldn't memorise, no lock that couldn't go un-picked. And yet, he still carried on as normal, refusing in anyway to believe he was any different from Gwen, Tosh or Owen. But having found his adoption papers, the cogs in his mind started clicking into place.

"Ianto, everything all right? You sounded slightly, panicked, over the phone." Jack walked into his Mam's living room. Without speaking, Ianto placed the stopwatch back into his suit pocket and handed Jack the papers that sat beside him. He watched as he read over the papers, as he sighed and handed them back.

"I'm sorry Ianto, I should have told you." He said, genuine remorse in his voice.

"I should have guessed you'd have known. I guess I don't blame you, I take it you spoke to me mam about it?" Ianto wiped his hands over his face.

"Yeah, as soon as I'd read it on your report, she begged me never to tell you, said that you were her son no matter what and she didn't want to give you any reason to doubt that." Jack replied, looking down sheepishly.

"You were right not to Jack, she was right, this doesn't change a thing." Ianto got up, and placed his arm round Jack's neck, moving in for a tender kiss.

"How touching, but I'm afraid dear, that isn't strictly true."