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A/N: I've been sick all week, during which this chapter was produced. I blame it on the fever.

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Andy jumped at the sound of his name. "Hey! You're awake. Can you tell me your name? Do you know me?"

"Is me, Anto! Anto Jones! I'm fom Tochwoo!" squealed Ianto, getting frustrated over his inability to say his name properly. He was rapidly loosing the battle to control all his child emotions. Keeping a neutral expression and controlling his emotions had taken a lot of work when he was growing up. Now all his control was out the window, lost to him along with his suit, and he really liked that suit.

"Did you say touchwoo? What's touchwoo?" It had been a while since Andy had dealt with a toddler. He was trying hard to recall the translation skills he had developed with his nephew.

Ianto was getting frustrated and Andy now looked spaced out starring at him. He rolled his eyes and slapped him as hard as his little hand could. "I say Tochwoo! Wiff Gwen Coopa!"

"Ouch! Did you say Gwen? Torchwood!" Ianto waited patiently as Andy put the two together. "Wait so you're Aan…Ianto! Ianto Jones! What's happened to you mate?" Looking at the child in front of him he could now see the resemblance. He had worked a handful of times helping him by keeping people out of the way when he would come to collect evidence or do a 'clean up' as he called it from one of their spooky dos.

"Yep! Thas me! I need you help!" Ianto was glad he had broken protocol and not retconned Andy after every clean up he had helped him with. It had always helped make his job easier when Andy was around, that and they both loved rugby so he could always catch up on his favorite team with him. "I don no wha happen." He began to get weepy again.

Andy saw his distress and immediately reached out to cuddle him. Only with bloody Torchwood would he have to cuddle a grown man trapped in a toddler's body. "Let me call Gwen. She'll know what to do." He reached into his pocket in search of his cell phone.

"NO! She do dis to me!" screamed Ianto.

"Alright, it's ok Ianto. Calm down mate, I won't call her. What do you want me to do?"

"Take me home." He sniffed into Andy's jacket.

"Shouldn't I be getting you back to Torchwood? Don't you want me to call that captain of yours and tell him you're safe?" Andy didn't understand why Gwen would have done this to him, or how and he had worked enough with Torchwood to know it was pointless asking. It was probably an accident but he didn't want to say it and risk getting slapped again. He might only be a toddler but he had a very heavy hand. He could only imagine the kind of right hook Ianto could throw as an adult.

The more Ianto thought about it the less he wanted to get back to the hub. He was sick and tired of being taken for granted and maybe this would make them open their eyes. Jack in particular could do with missing him for a couple of hours. Maybe Andy could understand that. What it was like to do the grunt work and not even get a thanks for your effort.

"No yet. Can I stay wif you fo a bit? I don wanna go back yet. Jus a few hours pease?!" he asked, crossing his finger hoping that he would agree.

Andy could just not resist those big baby blues looking up at him like that. "Are you sure you want to do that? If you're missing they're going to be worried about you." Ianto smiled at him and he understood. "I see. You want to make them sweat a bit huh? I can understand that mate. Well my shift is almost over; let me drop you off at my flat so I can go back to the station and finish my shift. Think you'll want to go back by then?"

He nodded quickly "Yep. Andy? ... I'm hungy."

"Of course you are." Rolling his eyes he picked him up and buckled him into the back seat. He dropped him off at his flat and sat him down in front of his television with a plate full of biscuits, a glass of milk and the remote control. "Don't get into trouble while I'm gone. Better yet just don't move from there." He walked out and headed back to the station.

When Andy returned he walked into his living space to find the toddler in a fit of giggles in front of the loud television. He was watching The Graham Norton Show, something that he was sure was not meant for a toddler. "What do you think you're watching? That's not meant for you!"

"Oi! I'm twenysicks!" He gasped in between giggles.

"Yeah, in dog year's maybe but right now your only 3 in human years!" They stared at each other for a few seconds before they both broke out in laughter. After they had both settled he sat down next to him. "You ready to go back now. I bet they've been going crazy looking for you."

"Yep. Can I have you phone?" He waited to be handed the phone then began to dial Jack as best he could with his chubby fingers.