I'm Ianto Jones.
Ianto Rhys Jones.
I work at Torchwood Three, in the heart of Cardiff.
I am 31 years old, having been born on March 28, 1984.
I have one sister, Rhiannon, and a nephew, Rhys, named after me, and a niece, Mica. My sister's husband was killed in an auto accident last year, so I drive out to her place at least once a week to check on her and visit the kids. She doesn't know it, but I slip the kids money sometimes, and say "give this to your mam," and I think she suspects, but I don't care.
I am the archivist, the secretary, field agent, and much more at work, which is why I go to work every morning at five. I make the coffee. Ususally my grabby boss gets the first cup. Then Toshiko, the one who keeps me somewhat sane. Then Owen. Sarcastic as the day is long. But he's not a bad one. He just needs time to warm up to you. Then Gwen. I do like her, but she is a bit... Pushy, shall we say.
Oh, and I should probably have said this earlier. I survived Canary Wharf. There. I said it. My girlfriend died there. It wasn't here in the converted body. It was just another cyber-woman. I put everyone at risk too save the one who I though was Lisa Hallet. But I was wrong, and I accept that I was wrong. But there still are times I wish Jack would have shot me. I've even thought about Ret-con.
And you thought I was the happy young man that you see? Far from it. I have secrets. Dark secrets. Ones that you can't even begin to imagine. I am a part of Torchwood. I am outside the government. I am outside the police. I help fight aliens on behalf of the human race. I know that the 21st century is when everything changes. It is changing, right in front of my eyes. I see it. I am Ianto Jones, Torchwood Three.
And I am ready.
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