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Anyhow, I thought it'd be fair of me to give you some answers instead of more questions so this chapter will be VERY long, it's going to be for all you people who are screaming blue-bloody-murder at me for leaving you cliffies.... hehe.

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Chapter 13

The sun shone, a rare-occurrence in the City that he was currently in, and lit-up the streets and warmed his pale skin. Next to him, walking at the same brisk pace that he'd adopted recently, was a brown-haired boy. This boy looked to be about fourteen years old, with startling blue eyes and ivory-white skin, and had a rather guarded look upon his face, as though he wasn't entirely at ease outside. Which was a logical assumption for anyone to come to, but the reason behind his look was more so because he didn't particularly like the sun. It always made his eyes scream in pain as the light assaulted his optic nerves. He squinted a bit so as to see the area that they'd ended up walking to. The boy recognised it from photographs he'd seen in the tourist office. He looked up at the man who was walking alongside him and waited for him to speak.

The man walked over to a bench and sat down watching at the boy sat down beside him. He watched the boy closely for a few moments, as the boy stared out across the area, contemplating the chances and improbabilities of it all but acknowledging the fact that he could see it with his own to eyes.

Sighing quietly he began to speak to the boy who turned his gaze upon him, his eyes penetrating far deeper than he would've liked, "I don't know how to explain this really so I'm just going to jump right into the deep-end. I know you've noticed that you're different, smarter than most would expect for a child... a young lad such as yourself to be." he swallowed, his throat dry and ploughed on, "I'm guessing that you've also been able to... 'listen' to people's private opinions and stuff, right?"

The boy nodded at him, without looking away from the man and without giving anything away. The man didn't know if that was normal for the boy or not so he just continued on, "I'm also guessing that you've seen some things... in your sleep, in your dreams. I was wondering if you could describe what you've seen for me?"

The boy, it seemed, was searching his eyes for anything that hinted to him lying or being a bad guy. Needless to say the boy found 'something' because he said, his voice perfectly calm and collected, "I never remember what I see and as it is it's stopped. Stopped about three months ago after a guy on my estate shot himself. I think they had something to do with him, no-one noticed that he was a little unhinged. I'm sorry, I've got to get back home, my mam wants me to help her to cook tonight." Standing up the boy held out a hand for the man to shake before saying, "Goodbye Sir." And then he walked away, not at a hurried pace and not with a single look back before he was gone, out of the man's sight.

The man sighed, he'd nearly gotten something, he'd nearly found out what the boy saw and then the boy had seen through his lies. The boy seemed to be good at that, knowing when others were lying to him.

He needed to find out what that boy had seen, he needed to figure out if it was true, he needed to know and he'd do anything to find out... he'd do anything to know what Ianto Jones knew.

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He stumbled along the white-walled corridor, his hands on the walls keeping him upright as the corridor swam and distorted before him. His breathing sounded supernaturally loud to his ears and the brightness of the lights made his already sensitive eyes water uncontrollably.

As he reached the end of the corridor his hearing was suddenly over-whelmed when a shrill alarm blared out around him and a red flashing began, making his optic nerves scream in protest. As his senses were assaulted by the blaring and flashing, his legs finally gave way and he collapsed in a heap against the door he'd reached.

He curled up into a ball and tried to think, but the sounds and lights were too persistent and painful for him to ignore, so he ended up remaining on the ground until several men wearing coats or uniforms appeared in the corridor beside him.

The blaring alarm stopped, although the red flashing continued, he was able to think again. As the uniformed men grabbed him by his arms and dragged him to his feet, he began to thrash about. One of the coated men stepped forward brandishing a hypodermic needle and a manic smile.

"Now, just calm down, this'll be easier on you if you do." his voice was nasally and he had a cockney accent.

He continued to fight against the hold the uniformed men had on him and looked around around himself wide-eyed. He didn't want to go back, he was so close. It was right there, his way to freedom. He couldn't let them get him, he wouldn't let them get him!

With a feral scream and a sudden surge of strength he managed to break free of the uniformed men's holds. He grabbed one of the uniformed men's head and shoulders and gave a quick, sharp twist. He'd dropped the body the moment the snapping of bones reached his ears and spun to meet the other two uniformed men.

With a speed and skill that he was suddenly thankful for he dispatched of the two uniformed men before turning on the men in coats. They were frozen, their eyes wide with fear and shock, so when he grabbed on of them and snapped his neck he offered no resistance. The two remaining men, one of whom had the hypodermic needle, suddenly sprang into action and started to turn away from him.

Without allowing them to get more than a footstep away from him he grabbed them both by the back of their coats and pulled them back towards him. Then he released them and grabbed both of their heads simultaneously and twisted them counter-clockwise, hearing the satisfying snapping of their necks.

Dropping the bodies and leaving them where they fell he turned back to the door he'd been so desperately trying to reach before and opened it using one of the key-cards that on of the uniformed men had.

Letting the door close behind him, he looked around the corridor he'd just walked out into and noticed that there was no-one around. Quickly and silently he made his way along the corridor until he came to what looked to be a locker-room.

Hoping that there would be some clothing that was less conspicuous than white scrubs he entered and rummaged through a couple of the locker's until he found a suit that would roughly fit his frame. He shed the scrubs and donned the suit, then discarded the scrubs in the bin beside a long, dress-mirror. Stopping for a brief moment he looked at himself in the mirror and discovered that he quite suited wearing the suit. It was a black, three-piece suit, with a pale blue shirt and silver tie.

Deciding on what he'd have to do to never be chased down again by anyone he decided to get some re-con on where he was before doing anything drastic.

Leaving the locker-room he made his way down to the end of the corridor and glanced into a large room that housed a fair few computers and pieces of equipment that made his fingers itch to inspect them and figure out how they worked. Leaning his head in he noticed that no-one was inside and so made his way over to one of the computer terminals. Sitting down at the computer he looked at the keyboard and then at the screen, noting that there was a user login that he needed to get past before he could find anything out.

Thinking for a moment he considered how he could bypass the login, before beginning to type. After a few moments of typing and bypassing logins, firewalls and security protocols he managed to find a database that held some promise in regards to re-con.

Scrolling down the high-security database he noticed a few names that he was familiar with and some faces that he knew, before finding his own name and image. He didn't know what to do but he most definitely was certain that he didn't want his name and face on this database, so a few commands and bypasses later his face and name was deleted from the database and there were no back-ups of his file whatsoever.

Sighing and leaning back in the chair slightly he felt his hands start to shake slightly. He stared at them intently for a moment before snapping his focus back onto the computer. Sitting up straight again he began to write a file for himself that wouldn't arouse any suspicion.

After about four-minutes he finished typing the fake-file for himself and added it to the employee database, making sure that it was believed to have been on the database for a year and a half already.

He back-tracked through all the bypasses he'd made and hide his trail so no-one would any the wiser, before getting up and leaving the room just as someone entered the room from the opposite side.

As he glanced back inside he caught a glimpse of a brown-skinned woman with black-hair and large, expressive brown-eyes. He felt his heart stutter at the sight of her and he vowed to find out her name.

He made his way along the corridor and down a set of stairs until he reached the ground floor and, before exiting the building, stopping at the security desk and asking if he could have a replacement ID badge and card since his had been incinerated on the fourteenth floor. The guy he asked shook his head and searched through the database finding his file. Then, in a few moments he was handed a new ID badge and card that had his name and an image of himself that he'd taken up in the room before hand.

Smiling and thanking the guard he turned and walked out of the building, no-one even glancing at him as he passed.

On the street he stopped and looked at the ID badge and card, reading what was printed on them;

Torchwood Employee: 7634-009-124

Name: Ianto Jones

Security-Clearance: Level 5

Smiling slightly he began walking down the street considering how he was going to get some money.

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Sitting at the cafe table he stared at what he considered to be the most beautiful women on the face of the Earth,with a soft smile and bright eyes. He listened to her talk about the latest exploits of Tom and Jerry in her department, enjoying the way she laughed as she explained and how she wrapped her hands around her cup of Nigerian coffee to keep her hands warm.

He loved to see her this relaxed and care-free, without a worry or a care in the world. It made her look younger than she already was, even in her dress-suit and blue-tooth headset.

She was so beautiful and so wild that he was totally enamoured with her. She was everything that he once was; young, free, smart, funny, happy with the way things are. He missed being like that, but he was glad that he'd met her because she reminded him what it was like to be safe and free from the shadows and from ghosts of the past.

Later on in the evening after she'd finished her work and he'd escaped another dinner-party with the heads of the departments, they cuddled on the settee watching a rom-com that was making them alternatively laugh and sigh. He held her tightly in his arms as he considered what he was going to do after the movie finished. He was sure he wanted to do it. He was certain that he had no reservations so he set his mind on the size and if it was the right one for her. He was relatively certain that she'd like it. He hoped she'd like it.

As the credits began to roll he sat up and let go of her. Then getting off the settee and going down on one knee, he pulled out a red-velveteen box. He said, his voice soft and gentle, "I love you with all my heart, I have loved you from the moment I first met you and have always wanted to ask you this from the moment you first spoke to me. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, eternally and without question. So, if you will... will you marry me?"

He felt his heart begin to beat quicker as she stared at the box with tears in her eyes. He waited for her to answer with baited breath.

"Yes" was all she said, her voice quiet and her eyes bright with love.

He felt his heart swell with love and as he slipped the ring onto her finger he whispered in her ear, "Now, who's going to be the subject of gossip on your department?"

She smiled at him saying, "The soon to be Mrs Lisa Hallet-Jones."

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It was a sunny day and the sunlight shone through the windows in his office as he typed away the latest mission report that had been a success. He squirmed in his seat and took a deep breath, he felt off today. He felt like something bad was going to happen, he could taste it in the air.

He jumped when the phone rang, feeling his heart beat just that little bit faster and his breathing sharper than normal. He picked up the receiver and said, "Ianto Jones speaking."

Listening to what was said on the other side he waited until they stopped speaking before replying, "Of course ma'am I'll be up with the report immediately."

Putting the receiver back down he looked at the report he'd only just finished typing up. Sighing he clicked print and took a copy with him up to the fiftieth-floor two floors up.

When he reached the fiftieth-floor via the stairs, he disliked using the elevators since they were always so crowded, he made his way to his boss' office, stopping briefly to knock on the door, before entering.

"Ma'am. Here's the file you wanted." he said, placing the file on the desk as his boss turned to look at him.

"Thank-you Ianto. I've been waiting to read it." she said, smiling at him. Her smile however never reached her eyes, which remained cold and distant.

"If you'll excuse me Ma'am." he said politely, bowing his head slightly as he stepped back towards the door and freedom. He dislike being in the same room as Yvonne Hartman, he always found her as being a few marbles short of sanity.

"Now Ianto. I've told you how many times? Call me Yvonne, please." she said, her voice sounding slightly scolding.

"Of course ma'am... Yvonne." he replied, hoping that she'd let him go now. He wanted to find Lisa and make sure she was safe. He had a bad feeling and it was progressively getting stronger with every second he spent in Hartman's company. "I really must go I'm afraid."

"Of course. Well, I look forward to reading your report." she said, sitting down at her desk and pulling the file over to her and flipping it open. Just as he opened the door she said, "Oh, and Ianto?" he turned to look at her, "I'm happy for you and Miss Hallet."

He smiled at her and said, as he stepped out of the room, "Thank-you... Yvonne."

As quickly as he could he made his way down to his office and the moment the door was shut grabbed the receiver and began dialling Lisa's departmental number. He never finished dialling it as one of his team members appeared in his office screaming and shouting about Torchwood's biggest threat. It's number one enemy was on the premise's, and Ianto was dragged off to search through endless pieces of data that had been collected on the Doctor and his time-machine.

He still had a bad feeling in his gut then, two hours and thirty-seven minutes later he found out why.

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Jack stood on top of the building he'd been standing on for the past hour and continued to go over the same thoughts. 'I didn't even realise... I was so blind.... so stupid! I didn't even notice... I'm so sorry Ianto... so, so sorry...' He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if Ianto would want him back at the hospital, he didn't know if Ianto even wanted to be with him anymore, he just didn't know.

And he so wanted to know. He wanted to hold Ianto in his arms, he wanted to whisper words to him of love and kindness. He wanted to beg for forgiveness. He wanted Ianto to be with him.

He didn't want to be alone...

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Owen opened his eyes and groaned quietly. He felt absolutely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but his stomach was rebelling as it wanted food in it. So, he begrudgingly got up and left the room. He made his way down to the cafeteria and grabbed a tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee that was worse than his, then sat down in one of the seats by the window.

Staring out at the lights of Cardiff he took a bit of his sandwich and chewed it thoughtfully, wondering how Tosh and Gwen were at the Hub. He swallowed a mouthful of his coffee, nearly spitting it out when it hit his tongue, and watched an ambulance pull into the A&E department.

He sometimes missed working at a hospital, he'd found it enjoyable – except the being nice to patients part. Shaking his head, dispelling such thoughts, he finished off his sandwich and left the coffee on the table. He stood up and headed up towards to Ianto's room to check on his friend.

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The Doctor sat, staring at the sleeping form of Ianto Jones wondering how he'd been drawn to the boy. He didn't really understand it, and thought of it as nothing more than a myth. He refused to accept it on face value and so that was why he was sitting at the boy's bed-side.

Sighing he leaned back in the chair and let his shoulder's slump. Closing his eyes, he felt like he could sleep for a week. Strike that, maybe a month instead.

Listening to the beeping of the heart monitor he distinctly heard the beeping increase. He opened his eyes and looked directly into the open eyes of one Ianto Jones.

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Ianto opened his eyes and wondered where he was for a moment before it all came back to him. His heart began to beat faster and Ianto heard a beep keeping in time with his increased heartbeat. 'Heart monitor' he thought as he turned his head towards the sound.

He froze when he saw a figure sitting in one of the chairs next to his bed. He stared into the brown-eyes when the man looked at him. He stared into the eyes of the man who'd haunted his dreams since he was just a child.

He knew his face, he knew who it was. He could feel it inside his soul. He could see him in his mind. He knew he was staring at... the Doctor.

"You... why are you here?" Ianto asked, his voice raspy and his throat dry. He continued to stare at the Doctor as the Doctor stared right back.

"I had to see it with my own eyes." the Doctor replied, his voice no more than a whisper.

"See what?" Ianto asked, feeling slightly confused. The Doctor stared at him for a long moment, as though he was searching him, making sure he was real before answering.

Taking a deep breath the Doctor began to speak, keeping his voice low and soft, "I came to see if the legends really were true. On my planet, where I came from there was a legend that said 'when lords of time are gone, have fallen to their kin, there will be a child of human... who will be the beginner of the new age of the lords of time'. It seems that, that legend, that prophecy is true. You see, I'm all that's left of the Time Lords. My whole world, my people are gone. And I've been drawn here, to you. You are the beginning of the next generation. You, Ianto Jones, are Time Lord."

TBC.......

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