AN: Any thoughts on what to do with Gwen, other than chucking her into the Bay of course? :) And no "rosieposy" I am not giving her a Weevil baby to play with either!!!
Please review x
"Cheers Ianto." Owen said as the Welshman placed two mugs of coffee down on Jack's desk.
Ianto smiled at the Medic. "I'm going to be upstairs if you need any other files digging out."
Owen nodded as Ianto walked back out and made his way across the Hub, smiling at Tosh who was nibbling idly at a chocolate digestive as she took a break from staring at her monitor. Picking up his coffee from Owen's desk first he went through the cog door and back up to the Tourist Information Office, immediately flipping the sign around to 'Open'. Settling in his seat behind the desk he fired up the computer and removed the letter from his inner jacket pocket, setting it down beside his steaming mug. As he waited patiently for the computer to wake up the office door opened. Looking up he saw it was Gwen returning from her errand carrying a Starbucks takeaway cup. He smiled at her slightly as she looked over at him.
"How's the weather looking out there? Seemed to be warming up." He said in as friendly a tone as he could.
"Don't start with the pointless chit chat Ianto – we both know its stupid." She snapped.
He sighed. "Just trying to keep the peace, but if you'd rather strop like a petulant teenager, be my guest." He said returning his gaze to the monitor.
"You think you're so much better than the rest of us don't you? Just because you managed to bed Jack a few times. A fancy suit and a quick fumble in the archives don't mean anything. And Tosh called me a slut." She laughed. "You're still the freak that brought his robot girlfriend in here, and you always will be." She snarled.
Ianto nodded. "Well as long as we're clear." He said calmly as he pressed the button that opened the wall up to reveal the hidden passageway. "Try not to trip on your way down." He added as she stalked off.
Turning his attention back to the monitor he logged into the system and made his way to the search feature they used to locate people. He steadily typed the search term "Bronwyn Taylor" and hit enter. Within a few moments a profile had appeared on his screen, documenting her current address, which he already had, along with phone number, and brief history of her employment and life over the last 22 years. Ianto wrote her phone number on a post-it and stuck it to the letter, but chose not to read any of the other details. Closing the screen down he looked nervously at the phone, then reached out a hand and lifted the receiver. Holding it to his ear he dialled the number slowly and waited.
"Hello?" Said the lilting Welsh woman who answered.
"Hello." Ianto began nervously. "May I speak to a Bronwyn Taylor please?"
"This is Bronwyn Taylor. How can I help you?" She asked.
"It's Ianto." He said simply.
A short gasp sounded on the other end of the phone. "Ianto? My Ianto?" She whispered her voice straining.
"I got your letter. It took a while to reach me. I'm not in London anymore." He said.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"Back in Cardiff actually. I've been here for four years now." He said with a wry smile. "Would it be alright if I came to see you?" He asked.
"You want to see me? Oh Ianto that would be wonderful." She gushed, and Ianto could tell she was crying. "You can come whenever you want."
"Well I'm busy with work at the minute, but I could come tomorrow evening?" He suggested as he noticed his heart racing.
"You must come for your tea." She replied enthusiastically.
"Oh you don't need to go to any trouble." He protested.
"Ianto you are my son. It's no trouble. Do you know where the house is?" She asked.
"Yes I know the road." Ianto confirmed.
"Shall we say 6?" She asked.
"Okay." Ianto agreed.
"Will you bringing anyone – a girlfriend, a wife?" She asked.
Ianto smiled. "No it'll just be me."
"Well I will look forward to it. I'm so glad you called." She said gently.
"Me too. I'll see you tomorrow." He said.
"Bye Ianto." She called.
"Goodbye." He said before hanging up. He took a deep steadying breath as he replaced the receiver and took a long drink from his coffee. As he put his mug back down the wall behind him opened and Owen walked through.
"I need your help. Can you close up the shop?" He asked.
Ianto nodded, getting to his feet and flipping the sign over. "Why didn't you use the comms?" He asked as he gathered up his things and made his way back down to the Hub.
"I saw that the phone was in use, and I didn't want to interrupt." Owen replied.
Ianto smiled. "I just called her, and I'm going around tomorrow for my tea." He said.
"That's brilliant." Owen said as they stepped back into the Hub. "Right," He began, changing the subject, "Jack has decided in his wisdom that he wants us to put Janet and Roger in the same cell, and monitor them." He explained.
"And you need me why?" Ianto asked.
"I need to set up a live image and sound feed to my workstation, and I need to take blood samples from both of them before we put them together. That way if Roger goes for it I can monitor Janet's blood to see if I can detect a pregnancy before she starts dropping mini-Weevils all over the place." Owen explained.
"And you want me to help set up this rather interesting social experiment? Brilliant." Ianto replied.
Owen sniggered. "Come on." He said grabbing a kit bag from under his desk. "There are cameras and microphones in the stores we can use." He said as he led the way to the cells with Ianto close behind.
"Did you see what Gwen brought in with her?" Owen asked as they reached the cells and he placed his kit bag on the floor.
Ianto nodded. "Yep. I attempted civility too, and got it thrown back in my face. Along with some comment about me being a slut? Anyway, I have enough on my plate right now without worrying about her." He said as Owen began to unpack his stuff.
"She called you a slut?" He asked incredulously.
Ianto nodded. "Apparently. And a freak too I seem to recall." He added.
Owen shook his head. "Psycho." He murmured as he pulled out two syringes and a can of sedative. "Right, I'll open the cell, you spray 'em, I'll stick 'em." He said.
"Oh goody." Ianto deadpanned as Owen opened Janet's cell door first and he moved inside.