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"Hello? Pizza." The door to the tourist office swung inwards, and a girl stepped in, carrying several boxes of pizza.

Ianto smiled at her and reached out to take them.

"Annie, isn't it?"

He set the boxes on the counter and reached for the cash he'd already set aside. The pizza girl looked at him, puzzled.

"You remembered?"

"I clean up after them, you bring us our food. Invisibility is part of the job, doesn't mean we can't see each other."

He smiled at her.

"I'm Ianto."

Annie stammered a bit.

"Oh! Um, actually, well, I mean,, um... I'm already with someone…"

He should have realized. Wasn't the only time that Jack noticed him when he wanted sexual gratification? Shit, no! He didn't want to do that to anyone.

"Oh, no, no. I didn't mean that. I just meant… just, as people. We forget sometimes, don't we?"

He handed her the money for the pizza, then pulled a pound note out of his pocket and handed that to her as well.

"You're right." Annie smiled at him, though still slightly suspicious. "We are people, even when we're working." She pocketed the tip and turned away.

As she opened the door, she turned back.

"Until next time, Ianto."

He smiled as the door closed behind her. For all he resented being ignored, until that afternoon he'd forgotten how NICE it could feel to be seen instead.

(-) (-) (-)

Ianto came into the Hub with the pizzas.

"God she's gorgeous! Can I meet her?"

It was the new girl - something must have gone right when Jack went to talk to her, since she wasn't in the cells anymore.

"You don't want to meet us properly, but the dinosaur you do?"

Tosh was laughing at her, and Ianto saw that the dark-haired girl staring up into the heights of the Hub, the same amazed look she'd given him in the cells. He heard a cry and looked up himself - Myfanwy was circling the waterfall.

"Look at her though!" He could hear the delight in her voice. "She's stunning and real and alive in the 21st century!"

"Maybe later." That was Jack. He looked over and saw Ianto as he came closer to the group. He nodded an acknowledgment, then turned back to Lucy.

"Lucy, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Lucy."

Lucy finally tore her gaze from the Pterodactyl to look around at the team. "Hello" was muttered from several people before Jack continued.

"First we need to work out what we're going to do with you."

Ianto froze. She knew so much - what WOULD be the best thing to do? Surely Jack wouldn't allow a stranger to run around Cardiff (or anywhere in the United Kingdom, for that matter) knowing who they all were. Of course he would Retcon her. And she must know it was coming - if Torchwood was a show on the telly in her world, sure she knew about…

It took a couple seconds for him to realize that she was talking - and not talking as someone who expected to forget.

"...I suppose I'll need somewhere to live, a job, a life… everything."

Jack was nodding - had she convinced him to leave her her memories? He did lie sometimes though - was there anything he could do to help?

"I've got a spare room, you can have that."

Ianto never knew what it was that made him speak up - though he almost managed to convince himself it was just because he didn't want to lose the only ally he had yet encountered who might help him help get Lisa back.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I, er, won't charge you rent until things get settled down, but you'll have to help with keeping it clean and tidy and the cooking."

"I'm a decent cook."

Ianto turned to Jack.

"Seems to me that's the best option, at least until she sorts herself out and is able to stand on her own two feet."

Without seeming to, Ianto held his breath - if Jack overruled him and insisted on Retconning the girl, or keeping her in the cells indefinitely… well, there wasn't really anything he could do, but for the first time in a long time, he actually felt hope - maybe Lisa COULD be saved.

Jack looked at Lucy thoughtfully, then nodded, slowly.

So. It was settled then. The spare room in his flat - full of odds and ends and random shoes - was about to have a resident. Oh gods, how much work would it take to get the room ready? And what was he getting himself into?