Oh god it's been ages, really sorry about that, I got sick, and then I got writers block, but I'm back now, and plan to finish this soon, will upload at least one chapter a week, probs looking at a couple more chapters, not exactly sure how many yet.
Jack froze, staring back at the thing on the other end of the table. He'd gone in refusing to let his feelings control his mind, until he knew it was Ianto he was going to act like it wasn't. He told himself they where just a person, not someone he knew or carried for, but seeing his face knocked the breath out of him. It was Ianto's face, Ianto's body, looking so timid and small. He wanted to grab him and comfort him, but memories of the other one stopped him. He recalled the bloody bruised person he found in the tub, now locked in a cell.
He let a hardened mask fall across his face. He took a seat across from the being.
The being looked across at him with large, frightened eyes.
Jack studied the man, looking for a sign, a difference, anything showing if this was Ianto or not.
"...jack?" the mans quite voice breaking the silence.
Jack gulped slightly, forcing down his emotions.
"Name?" He spoke sharply, snapping the word out.
"Ianto...Jones " the reply was cautious, unsure.
Jack nodded. He lent forward, locking eyes with him. "who Is Ianto Jones?" He asked.
A look of worry flashed in the mans eyes, only for a second, but Jack caught it.
"Im Ianto, I work here, at Torchwood. I make coffee, clean, look after the place-"
Jack raised a hand to cut him off.
"What's our relationship?"
"We're... Lovers."
Jack caught the tone, one he didn't recognise, his suspicion grew.
"What is your relationship with Toshiko?"
"We're friends."
The tone again, he sounded almost snooty, like he thought he was superior. He held himself that way too, Jack realised, he was almost certain this wasn't Ianto. But he needed proof, he needed to trip this guy, this thing up.
With a slight smile, staring straight at him he asked,
"And who," he spoke slowly and clearly, "is Cristina?"
The creature felt the air rush out of him, Cristina? She wasn't in the diary, who was she? A sister? No, Ianto only has one sister, he mentioned that. So who then, a friend? Relative? Old lover?
He glimpsed up, Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Cristina is..." He took a gamble, "an ex"
The creature watched as Jacks face went from emotionless to cold and angry, fuck, he'd messed up, god dam it. The question had caught him so bloody off guard, who the hell was Cristina? Why hadn't he heard about this person?
He watched as Jack stood and left the room, feeling his heart beating in his chest.
Jack stepped out of the room and turned to Owen and Toshiko.
"Well?" Owen demanded.
"That's not Ianto." Jack replied.
"Is the one in the cells Ianto? Tosh asked.
"I don't know, let's go find out." Jack replied, turning towards the cells.
"Hey! What do we do with this guy?" Owen asked, waving towards the locked door.
Jack paused for a second, "leave him, lets let him sit and think for a little while shall we? Oh but do keep an eye on him, incase he does anything stupid."
Owen scowled, "shouldn't I come down and help?"
"I'm sure we can manage," Jack shot back, "But if your desperate I'm sure Tosh can do it."
Toshiko shot Owen a smile,
"You go down, incase it's not Ianto, I'll watch this guy."
Owen smiled back, before hurrying to catch up with Jack, who had left while they where talking.
Ianto sat with his head in his hands, wondering what the hell was going on, he remembered being chained in the bathtub, and hearing Jack enter, but from there to the moment he woke up in the hub everything was a blur. He guessed he must have passed out and Jack had brought him back, but how had his wounds healed? Had he been unconscious long enough for all his wounds to heal? Even if he had he should have scars, from where the chains cut into his skin, but his arms where bare, without a mark on them.
He looked up at the sound of foot steps, watching Jack and Owen approach, wondering if they had answers to any if his questions.
Jack smiled slightly at the sight of the young man, everything about him screamed Ianto, but remembering the way the other one had tricked him at first wiped away the smile. He replaced it with a blank face. he stopped in front of the cell and watched as the young man stood up to face him.
"Who is Christina?" Jack asked sharply.
Ianto jumped slightly,
"Christina? I... " he paused, a worried look on his face.
"I don't know," he said, finally, not meeting Jacks eyes.
A grin spread across his face, this was Ianto, he was certain of it. grinning he unlocked the door and dragged Ianto into a bone crushing hug.