AN: I hope you are all like the idea of Ianto's Mum returning, and the reason for Roger's unusual behaviour that follows here.
Can you believe we're at chapter forty with this?
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"This is all we have on Janet." Ianto said placing a large file box on the floor beside the chair Owen was sat on. The chair was positioned in front of Roger's cell, where inside the Weevil was prowling up and down the confines.
"Thanks." Owen said glancing up at the Welshman. "You okay?" He asked reaching out and taking hold of one of Ianto's hands.
Ianto nodded. "I didn't expect Tosh to react like she did." He said.
"I don't think Gwen did either." Owen said with a small smirk. "Did you talk to Jack?" He asked.
"Yep." Ianto said simply.
"And?" Owen prompted.
"And I'll be up in the Tourist Office if you need me." Ianto said extracting his hand from Owen's and making his way towards the exit of the cells.
"Ianto?" Owen called.
The Welshman turned to look back at his boyfriend. "I'll talk to you about it later, I just need to get my own head around it first." He answered the unanswered question.
"Is Jack trying to get you back?" Owen checked.
Ianto shook his head. "Its nothing to do with Jack. I'll see you later." He said before walking through the door and making his way through the corridors going back up to the Hub. Tosh and Gwen were both staring intently at their monitors and he walked past them and went through the cog door. Going up to the Tourist Office he sat down behind the desk, not bothering to change the sign in the window around to 'Open'. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the letter and held it nervously in his fingers. The postmark on the front read 'Newport'. Ianto was vaguely aware that when his mother left them shortly after Christmas when he was just 5 there were several mentions of Newport and a man who lived there. He'd been too young at the time, but as he'd grown older, and especially during his endless arguments with his father, he'd put two and two together and realised that was where she'd gone. Pulling the folded sheet of paper out from inside he opened it up carefully and began to read.
"Dear Ianto, I'm so sorry it's taken me so many years to get back in touch in with you. It was never my intention to lose you from my life, but you father would never allow me to visit after I'd left him. I found out only a few years ago that he had died, and its taken me this long to pluck up the courage to get back in touch. Whatever your father may have told you it was never you I left, and you were always my special boy. I hope you write back, but if you choose not to I will understand. I just want you to know how sorry I am about everything, and for leaving you with him. If I could have taken you and Rhiannon with me I would have done. I always planned on coming back for you, and I missed you and thought about you everyday of my life. I hope you're happy, wherever you are and whatever you are doing. With love always, Mum."
Ianto placed the letter down on the desktop as he brought one hand up to his face and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Taking a calming breath he looked at the address in the top corner of the letter, and recognised it as being in fairly well off area of the town. She'd obviously enjoyed a very different life to the one she left behind. Putting the letter back into the envelope and replacing in his jacket pocket Ianto decided to return to the Hub, and go and talk to Owen. As he stepped back through the cog door the medic was sat back at his desk.
"How's Roger?" Ianto asked as he stood by the medic.
Owen looked up at him. "I think he's on heat." He said with a smirk.
Ianto smiled. "Really?" He asked.
"He keeps making strange noises at Janet. To start with I thought he was looking at me, but I'm relieved to say he was looking over at her." Owen explained. "Are you okay? You look like…" His voice trailed off.
"Can we go talk in the archives?" Ianto asked quietly.
Owen nodded. "I need to dig out all the information we have on Weevil behaviour. Can you give me a hand?" He asked loud enough for the rest of the team to hear.
"Sure." Ianto replied, leading the way down to the archives with Owen close behind. Once inside Ianto turned to face him. "Thanks for that. I don't want to give Gwen any more ammunition at the moment." He said.
"No worries." Owen smiled briefly. "What's wrong? Have you been crying?" He asked carefully.
Ianto nodded. "Jack got a letter in the mail a few days ago from UNIT. Inside was a letter they were forwarding addressed to me. UNIT had obviously had to check it out first. It was from my Mum." He said, his voice choking on the final word.
Owen's eyes widened. "Oh my god." He breathed. "What does she want?"
"To get back in touch. Here." Ianto took the letter from his pocket and handed it to Owen. "Read it." He said as Owen took the letter, opening it up and reading it quickly.
"What are you going to do?" He asked looking up at Ianto.
Ianto shrugged. "I don't know." He murmured. "I mean she's my Mum, but I don't remember anything about her. I could have walked past her in the street a hundred times I had no idea. I'm curious though." He admitted.
Owen nodded. "Understandably." He said. "Look I'll support you every step of the way, whatever you do."
Ianto smiled a little. "Thanks." He replied. "I just… I don't know what to do. What would you do? If your Dad turned up?" He asked.
"I don't know…" Owen began. "I mean at the end of the day like you say she's your Mum, and she says she left your Dad, not you. I'd maybe write back or give her a call. But you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. Its your life Ianto, and you're don't have to do anything anyone tells you to do anymore." He said gently.
Ianto nodded as he took the letter back from Owen and slipped it back into his pocket. "I was thinking of calling. I don't know what I'd put in a letter. Not sure I could wait that long to find out what she wants either." He said.
"She wants you Ianto. I don't think there's an ulterior motive here. She just wants you back in her life." Owen pointed out.
Ianto's eyes filled with tears and he brought his hand up to his face to cover his eyes. Owen crossed the gap between them and pulled the Welshman into a comforting embrace, rubbing on hand up and down the younger man's back soothingly. "It's okay." He murmured softly. "You're going to be okay."