Alright! Ianto's chapter starts NOW! …Or after I finish my as-usual long winded author's notes. This takes place around S1 of Torchwood and S3 of Doctor Who. I can't seem to think of anything very humorous to put in this. I can only think of angst, but bear with me, I'm thinking of this as I go along, so I really have no idea how this will turn out, but I know there will be Situations references.

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"Altrans, wonderful people, aren't they Martha? A bit suspicious, but who isn't?"

"Yes, Doctor. They were delightful and polite. I wish you would take an example from them from time to time," Martha joked. The Doctor mocked offense.

"I have no idea- oof!" the Doctor fell to the floor having tripped on something large. "That wasn't there before."

"It's a man!"

"A man?" The Doctor scrambled to his feet, indeed finding that he tripped over a man. "How'd he get here?"

"I don't know. And you were right. He wasn't there a second ago!" Martha rushed to his aid.

Ianto Jones winced. He clutched his head, waiting for his pounding headache to subside. He made small grunt as he tried to get to his feet. He found there was something holding his elbow, pulling him up. He looked and saw a attractive woman with dark skin. Behind her was an man in a suit and trench coat.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Where am I?"

"Altria," the Doctor stated simply.

Scrutinizing his surroundings, Ianto said, "Alien?" He suddenly remembered cleaning up Jack's office. There was an interesting something on his desk, and judging from his current situation, Ianto guessed it was a transporter. He must remind Jack to not leave dangerous alien tech lying around. Well, if he ever got back.

The Doctor and Martha looked surprised. Martha nodded, while the Doctor took a long hard look at the Welshman.

"Who are you?"

"Jones, Ianto Jones."

The man in the suit grinned. "Really?" His voice was highly interested. "Cardiff… That's where you're from, right?"

Ianto's gaze intensified. "How did you know?" his voice was apprehensive.

"It's complicated. Let's just say I know a certain Susan," the Doctor answered cryptically. Ianto's eyes widened, recognition passed over his face.

"What are you going on about?" Martha interrupted.

"Oh, it's nothing," the Doctor waved her off nonchalantly.

"Anyways, I'm Martha. Martha Jones."

"Is there any chance that you two are related," the Doctor chuckled. Martha rolled her eyes at him.

"Hold on," Ianto breathed.

Martha continued, not catching his words, "And this is the Doctor."

"I know who he is," Ianto almost hissed. He was frowning deeply.

"You do?" the other two asked in unison.

"You were at Canary Warf." The Welshman's words were almost a whisper. He'd seen the Doctor that day, and recognized him.

The Doctor's face darkened. "Yes. Are you Torchwood?"

Martha stood back, watching the exchange with interest.

"Yes."

"You're one of the survivors."

"So are you," Ianto replied, his voice holding a slight accusation in it.

"What happened there wasn't my fault."

As he finished, Ianto sighed, rubbing his temples. He spun on his heel, facing opposite the Doctor. "I know," He groaned. "Terrible things happened there, and it would be so much easier to just blame you. I realize it was all Yvonne's fault." Ianto took a deep breath, facing the Doctor and Martha once more. His face was lighter, his tone completely changed.

"So, it seems that I activated a piece of alien technology that has transported me away from Earth. Just how far away am I?"

Martha, taken aback by the Welshman's sudden change of mood, hesitantly replied, "Millions of miles and a thousand years away."

"Doctor, is there any way for me to get back?"

The Doctor, still wary of the young man, answered, "I have a ship, but would it be wise to let you on? You were Torchwood after all."

"Doctor!" Martha chided.

"I assure you, Doctor, I'm just a tea-boy now. No harm to anyone," Ianto gave him a charming smile.

"That smile's probably what got Susan so hooked," the Doctor muttered foully.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, it's nothing! Come along then Mr. Jones, Martha." The Doctor began walking and after a few minutes, he was at a blue police box.

The man open one of the doors and walked in, Martha following him closely. "Do you want to get left behind?"

Ianto sighed, walking into the small blue box. "Ah, I see. You're ship is bigger on the inside. It's cloaked as a police box, though I would've chosen a better disguise," Ianto observed coolly.

The Doctor regarded him admiringly. "Ah, smart one, you are. Well smarty pants, close the door. You're letting in a draft!"

See? It was pretty much obligatory to put a bit of Torchwood One angst in there, but I saved myself, I hope. Anyhoo, review! Next and final chapter: Owen!