Disclaimer: I own nothing - RTD and the BBC own the Torchwood playground, and happy-rea is kind enough to allow me to have Lucy join me as I play in it.

Ianto was emptying Jack's dustbin when the excited whoops came across the monitors. He glanced at the screen - Their visitor was awake. What was she doing? It almost sounded like she was cheering. Despite his concerns - and they hadn't actually been lifted - he couldn't help finding her apparent excitement infectious.

He grinned. "She sounds happy enough. Not the normal reaction when someone wakes up in the cells."

He tried to catch Jack's eye. The captain didn't take his eyes from the CCTV footage of the cells. He looked thoughtful, even worried.

Ianto tried again.

"Do you want me to get her some food? I'm going to order pizza for us anyway."

Jack nodded once, still not taking his eyes from the screen.

Ianto sighed as he headed down the stairs. Just one more reminder, as if he needed one, that he was about as valued here as the couch that they all took naps on. There when you wanted it, ignored when you didn't. Just because he'd worked hard to become invisible - for Lisa's sake, never forget who you're doing this for - didn't mean it didn't ache sometimes how well he'd succeeded.

The cheers had died down by the time he opened the heavy door to the cells - but as he moved towards her cell, he could see that the girl was still grinning. Suddenly he was a child again - his Dad taking him and Rhi to the circus. That look, that mix of awe and excitement and too-good-to-be-trueness on the girl's face exactly mirrored how his sister had looked that entire day.

She was watching him as he came closer to her cell. He suddenly felt shy - he wasn't used to being noticed anymore, and this girl was looking at him as if he were her favorite film star. He took a deep breath, trying to regain the "butler" persona he'd nearly perfected in these last years in Cardiff.

"Hi."

Good job Ianto, very professional. At least his voice hadn't squeaked like a teenager.

"Hi."

Oh gods, this was awkward - why was this awkward? It shouldn't be awkward - not like staring down a Weevil, or stalking Jack in hopes of getting hired so there was a place he could keep Lisa safe…

The girl spoke again.

"You're really real, aren't you. Ianto Jones?"

Why did she know his name? Why did she care?

"I've not walked onto an extreme practical joke and a tv set, have I?"

"No, this is real." Good, the butler was back. He could do this. "I'm ordering pizza, what do you want?"

A tv set? She had asked Tosh for an autograph - was she from a world where Torchwood was on the telly? Now he really wanted a chance to talk with her, WITHOUT Jack's intense gaze watching from above.

She said something. Ham and mushroom. Why did she say that? Oh, right, he asked about pizza. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Get it under control, Jones. He's forgotten how nervous he always gets when someone actually notices him. He'd gotten so very good at being invisible he was having a hard time staying "in character."

He could feel her looking at him, and he carefully met her eyes.

"So, any idea when I'll be let out?"

"That's up to Jack not me." Ok, back on familiar ground - he could work with someone asking for something he didn't have any authorization to give. "I don't have any say in the matter, I just tidy up after them."

"Bollocks!"

What?

"You do loads more than that, Ianto - don't play yourself down. You might be in the background but that doesn't mean you do nothing, they'd be surprised how difficult it is to live without you."

She must have worked in a support job once, how else could anyone sympathize with the endless invisibility and irrelevance he so often felt.

"God, you're Ianto Jones, do you know how many people love you in my world? EVERYONE who loves Torchwood is a Ianto fan, Jack is in a close second as far as popularity." Distantly, Ianto wondered what Jack was thinking at this - he doubted he'd be very happy, the Captain thought himself the most impressive man in the world.

"It's like, the Doctor is my hero, but you - you're so human and…"

She sighed and rested her forehead against the glass door.

"Listen, I don't know how to help her or even if I should, but I promise you, when I am free of this I will stand with you every step of the way. If I'm in a position where I can help, I will help, I promise. You deserve your second chance and I know how much it would mean to you."

She was talking about Lisa. She knew about Lisa. Could she actually help? Oh gods, what if she could?

"Thank you." That sounded so inadequate. What else… oh, right, the pizza.

"I'll order your pizza and add a chocolate pudding as well."

"You really are a lifesaver," Lucy grinned, going back to leaning against the wall the serious moment over. "I've gone a whole three hours without chocolate and I fainted twice. I need my fix."

He started to walk away but she called him back. "Ianto?" He turned round and raised an eyebrow in question. "Thanks" the dark haired girl said simply.

"For what?" It was just lunch, even if the chocolate was an extra touch.

"Just, thanks." She shrugged and smiled.

Jack was still watching the feed as Ianto came back into his office. His face impossible to read. Ianto spoke up, a little surprised at his own boldness.

"Maybe we should just talk to her Jack. I really don't think she's a problem."

Jack pushed away from the desk and fixed Ianto with a hard stare.

"She knows things others shouldn't know."

"If it's a TV program like she says then that would make sense. Maybe watch an episode to let her prove it." He shrugged. Jack had been watching, it wasn't like he had to recap what she'd said to him. He only hoped Jack hadn't put two and two together to realize what she had meant when she offered to help with "her."

"It's not my job to tell you what to do." Ianto added, hoping that the return of the familiar "butler" persona would distract Jack from his secret.

"No" Jack agreed "It's not." The conversation was clearly over. Ianto shrugged and left the room, leaving a mug of coffee on his boss's desk.

A few seconds later, Jack pushed on past Ianto, heading in the direction of the cells. Maybe he was taking Ianto's advice. That would be good. Ianto headed to the lift, back to the tourist office it was his job to man. He had pizza to order - and chocolate pudding.