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Ianto did not listen to Rheam's blah blah about what to do and what not to do, he had spied the information folders and knew he would simply read those. He simply nodded and made appropriate faces. "This drawer here in the wall, you place his food or whatever in there, then push it to his side. He can't reach around the thick glass… he has tried. Believe me!"
Once the twat was gone, he settled to pull over the first folder and read.
"Jones?"
Ianto jumped, not having heard someone approaching and he looked up at Yvonne with wide eyes, shooting to his feet "Ma'am. What lovely surprise. I was just thinking of you."
"You were?" she asked with clear shock.
"I wanted to thank you for the challenge" he smiled.
"Well… good." She blustered with surprise "Is there anything you need?"
"Well… Rheam is an arse… pardon my French… I think I need to build a bond with this man in order to care for him correctly. As long as he is being terrorized it will take longer" Ianto explained. "If he trusts me, I am safer around him."
"Terrorized?"
Ianto showed her some of the notes and explained what they meant, her face changing as she saw what he meant, her horror telling him that she had not authorized or even had been aware of this.
"Jones…. Take over and do what you think best." She said as she swung to leave, throwing over her shoulder "This is your project now!"
Ianto sat up straighter as this meant he had control.
And Rheam can fuck right off.
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"Hi Jack. I am Jones, like fucktard… I mean Rheam said" Ianto placed the chair by the glass and watched the man slam into the Plexiglas and slide down. Then he spoke again "I see you are going for casual Friday there my good man. You do realize it's only Thursday right? Hmmm? Believe in starting early?"
The man in the floor stared up at him, those brilliantly blue eyes unfathomable as he blinked. Ianto grinned and shook his head "you know it's Thursday. Don't give me that face. And I know you understand me, you spoke English in the beginning!"
"Ianto sighed theatrically "are you trying to get me to get my kit off? It's not going to happen…. I am a stickler for the rules. It's Thursday."
Ianto rose and went to get the plate of food he had carried in with him, sniffing it before placing it on the floor to slide through in the drawer "Here you go. I ate this for my lunch too. The canteen is putting on a good spread today."
Jack snatched the plate and retreated as Ianto sat back "what, no thank you? Rude. Oh well, maybe you've not used your manners for a while but I might scold now and then. My niece and nephew get scolded all the time and I might slip."
Ianto made a mental note to himself to bring in a photo next time to show him the kids.
Like you would any coworker or whatever.
He settled with more folders in his lap, these ones more detailed and… classified. You see Ianto had got the feeling there was something missing from the official records, the digitals were crappy and spotty at best so he had simply done what anyone would do with his brain. He wandered into the secure archives, broke the codes to the classified section and then every so calmly removed anything and everything I could find with the corresponding case number along the edge of it. This included the sub-sections which told him where other things were not included in the main portion of crap.
As he read, Ianto grew increasingly alarmed and upset for this man. He was over a hundred years old, maybe even closer to two hundred if they have no record of his age upon capture. Whatever he is, he is a human being, that is clear as they dissected him several times.
The photographs were grainy but Ianto could clearly see what they had done to the man strapped on the operating table, his face one of extreme fear. God, they had done this to him while he was still alive. Like he was a fucking frog and they wanted to see his beating heart.
Ianto stopped reading and looked up at the man who sat looking back.
"What… no slammy slam slam? What happened? Hurt your winky last time with the hip thrust?" Ianto asked, his smile making him seem so much younger "Well… never mind. I am sure you are thinking up something new and innovative to seduce me. That was all for Rheam, wasn't it."
Ianto let the file drop as he sought another one, his humming stopping as he read that part twice and said softy "Alice Guppy has shocking handwriting."
A sound had him looking up as Jack moved like greased lightning, slamming into the Plexiglas with his face pressed against it. Interested?
Ianto rose "See here? She has noted that you like stuffed peppers. Do you? I do a mean stuffed pepper. My… well… my Ex likes those so I learned to do vegetarian as well as full meat lover's dream. Turns out it was someone else's meat she liked, just not mine. I think… I think you like meat. Right?"
Jack eyeballed him and Ianto laughed softly "Yeah. You like a bit of meat"
With a soft snort that Ianto construed was humor, Jack sat on the floor and started to pick at the edge of the glass.
"You want something to read? Can you read?"
Jack did not answer.
"Well you once spoke English, I assume you can read it too" Ianto went into his backpack and retrieved the first Harry Potter book and slid it under the door "Here, I finished this last week and was going to put it into a bookstore's giveaway bin. It is quite popular and I wanted to keep up with what my niece and nephew gushed about at the Sunday meal. Read it in a weekend."
Jack accepted the book and Ianto waited to see if it was going to be torn up with abandon.
When Jack sat back on the ledge that served as the bed and started to read, Ianto got the answer he wanted. The man could not only understand English, he could read it. And from these notes, he can bloody well speak it too. Well, used to.
Interesting.