A/N: I know, I know, sorry, sorry, sorry but the chapter just wouldn't write and then there was a whole freak out episode over Uni's, anyways sorry I hope this makes up for it a little.

Finally Ianto's flashback!

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"What have we got?"

"Female, late teens, potential damage to 3rd and 4th vertebra, three cracked ribs and numerous abrasions. We started her on an IV, she'll need a blood transfusion; her BP was dropping probable internal bleeding."

"What happened?"

"Car crash, the second vehicle hit her side head on. The other passenger and driver were DOA as well as the driver from the second car. Provisional identifies her as Rhiannon Jones."

Xxx

"Mr Jones" "Mr Jones?" The voice slid over him like cold water, uncomfortable but ultimately pointless. His skin was itchy and tight, eyes red and raw. "Mr Jones?" The voice was more persistent now, at some point it registered to him that he should probably answer. He didn't though. His silence had built walls, trapped him in his own bubble of time. If he spoke it would be real; time would move on, people would move on, he would be expected to move on. So he kept his tongue still. More words flew over his head "Mr Jones?!" But his silence remained. His bubble remained.

He wouldn't move on, not without them.

Xxx

Torchwood one had their fingers in everything, they knew what was going to be important before it even was important. Yvonne saw it as her right to know the ins and outs of everything, as to 'better protect the country' of course.

Under her reign Torchwood one monitored more than it ever had before. They kept checks on school records, employer records, police files, traffic cameras, shop CCTV and so on. Yvonne knew more than any one person had the right to.

Because of this she could pick and choose the people she worked with, her screening process was brutal, there were no recommendations or tips, there were no references and there was no declining. Yvonne got her employees whether they came willingly or she had to destroy all their other options first, Torchwood wasn't a choice it was a life sentence.

Her personal favourite recruits were teens, straight out of school or college. Young sharp minds were easy to harness and teach all she had to do was make Torchwood a more attractive prospect than University. Older minds may be better educated, more street wise, but those were the minds that tended to think, tended to question orders and authority, harder to mould into soldiers. And well normal soldiers didn't think enough; already rewired to do only as they were told.

A good torchwood operative needed to be able to asses a situation, calculate the risks and do the job anyway. They needed to be spontaneous, able to think on their feet, talk their way out of any situation without relying on backup or influential support. A brilliant Torchwood operative needed to do all this and never question why.

So the day one Ianto Jones turned up in a police report Yvonne had thought all her Christmases had come at once. She'd been watching young mister Jones for a while.

His school record was a dream, straight A's, perfect behaviour, better than average attendance, the year Torchwood one had scent discreet IQ exam to the country's high schools Ianto Jones had finished in the top five percent. On top of this he was athletic, moderate on sports days, but he took karate lessons outside of school for which he had an obvious flair.

All this had put him on the 'to be monitored' list, along with almost a hundred other kids, the list was handpicked by Yvonne, these kids had potential. All those on the list were very discreetly tailed for a couple of weeks to assess their home life and behaviour, background checks were done on them, their families and close friends. Those she could gain the most leverage over, or become the most enticing to, were recruited straight away, less time for something to hinder their Torchwood education. The rest were left on the list; Yvonne never gave up, she just bided her time.

Ianto Jones's 'to be monitored' results left him on the list. His home life was good there was no reason for him to want to leave. His family and friends had lead simple lives, no debts and no scandal, nothing for Yvonne to hold over their heads. Worst of all Ianto's father seemed intent on having the boy follow in his line of work; she couldn't even pose Torchwood as the best form of further education. Ianto Jones appeared to be a lost cause, until the 17th of January 1997.

One sixteen year old Ianto Jones lost both his parents and his sister to a car accident, unusually cold weather had left the roads plagued with black ice.

Yvonne had wanted to grab the boy then, he would be emotional and easy to manipulate, other family could be paid off, as could friends, Torchwood one would appear to be the best option for the boy. It would have been easy.

But Ianto Jones had fallen off the map, there was record of him at the hospital, he'd identified the bodies with another relative. After that however Ianto Jones had disappeared, he stopped attending school, stopped seeing his friends and after one week a missing persons report had been filed by the local police.

Yvonne had looked into the matter, wanting to know exactly how a sixteen year old boy had given Torchwood the slip. It turned out the boy had gone missing from the hospital, his god parents had not reported it as Ianto had been quiet clearly upset; they merely thought he'd need time; the boy's father apparently had had the trait of running away, often under emotional stress, so Ianto was expected to have had the same reaction, until he didn't come back.

The boy, it appeared, had only evaded Torchwood as he was sleeping rough, it would explain the lack of any evidence to his location. He was also at the age where his body was still maturing and the photo of him in the file was of a fourteen year old Ianto, his aging and most probable lack of grooming would have been enough to trick the facial recognition software.

Ianto Jones was a 'ghost'.

That was until two years later, on the 28th January 1999 Ianto Jones turned up in a police report.

Yvonne was surprised it had taken that long, the boy hadn't been hiding, he didn't even know anyone was looking for him. And this only made Yvonne want him more. The boy must be clever, with strong instincts and sense of self preservation to last this long on his own, to last this long without being caught.

The police report was for shoplifting, Ianto had been in a small corner store when he'd been surprised by the owner's son coming down the aisle, the tried to run but been cornered by the two men and locked in a small back room until the police had arrived.

Yvonne had flashed her ID, made a few idle threats and even less empty promises and the boy had been hers.

Ianto was everything she'd ever hoped for, he was young, clever, talented, a quick learner with an almost eidetic memory, but most of all he was angry and lonely. He'd been easy to manipulate, he was so thankful to Yvonne for what she was doing for him he didn't stop to question her motives or why she'd even bothered with him, she'd given him family again, given him his life back. For her he'd do anything.

One year's training saw Ianto at the top of his classes, after three a twenty one year old Ianto had mastered weapons training, hand to hand, hostage negotiations, hacking and Intel gathering. He'd done a brief stint in archives, long enough to gain a good understanding of the records but not long enough that he was wasted. His twenty second birthday saw Ianto promoted to Torchwood 'Black ops' and Yvonne's personal body guard. Ianto was loyal and brave, strong and clever; he surpassed most of his instructors. Ianto was perfect, and as far as Yvonne was concerned, well worth the wait.

Ianto kept his position for three years, an unusually long period of time for that role, Yvonne trusted him, a very unusual trait for that woman.

Then the world had gone to hell in a hand basket, cybermen, daleks and timelords. Yvonne had fallen and then Torchwood had fallen, taking Ianto Jones with it. He was alone again, angry again, on the streets again but at least this time he knew someone was after him, this time the hiding was deliberate. After all Brian was a bit of an arsehole.

A/N: hope you enjoyed this guys :D ok two quick points.

1. I couldn't find Ianto's date of birth but the TARDIS online site said he was 28 in 2009 making him born in 1981 so any issue with my dates stems from that (I know, excuses, excuses) basically if it is horrifically wrong Ianto is meant to be 16 when his parents die and verging on his 18 birthday when he resurfaces in London.

2. I'm not a doctor and soo don't work for Torchwood so I apologise for my medical talk attempt and technical babble, it was probably all wrong but soo much fun to make up, I hope it didn't annoy you too much.

The next part will definitely NOT take that long I swear :D

Thank you all so much for reading :3