Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Ianto Jones coordinated with Kailen in Nova Scotia. He couldn't help but remember Tosh. She could have quickly and easily retrieve all the information they needed. Trefor slapped the desk top. He'd been cuddly for hours. Rather than sit on the floor and play with his blocks, he wanted to be held. He'd been surprisingly quiet while he discussed the situation with Kailen.

Thoughts of children reminded him of Lisa and his life views before Torchwood Three. If the Cyberman hadn't razed the Torchwood Institute, he'd wondered if he would have proposed. Dating Jack was a completely different situation. Even if legal, he couldn't see Jack settling down. Which made dealing with Trefor stranger somehow. Even if he could think of no other situation which would result in him being a Torchwood office manager and babysitter.

"Food," Trefor demanded.

Ianto rolled his eyes. He had his father's manners.

General Williams entered the conference room wearing Jack's clothes. A two year-old was strange enough. Dating a someone with a son about his age was a completely different complication. It didn't help that he couldn't stand him. Adult Trefor was a pompous ass who viewed him as the hub butler and his father's shag toy.

"Nova Scotia will be remotely accessing Luc's lab." Ianto stood and shifted Trefor onto his hip. He explained what he knew about the Borthwick situation. "I haven't downloaded the statistics." He checked his watch. "Dinner time."

Anwen was probably in the garden. They could eat in his office. He needed to find out if Rhys was still willing to pick up food after the situation at the Centre. Otherwise he would have to order out and take baby Trefor with him. Jack and John were another problem altogether. He found setting food out for them worked, if the pterodactyl didn't eat it.

"Do you want to run statistic or go for takeaway?"

"Statistics. Unless you want to babysit."

"No. I will get food."

"The menus are in my desk. I have the nicer places marked blue. Rhys wanted something different tonight."

The general nodded. "Where do I get updates from the maintenance bots at the Red Dragon Centre?"

Ianto slid a tablet across the desk to him. "You were right about structural damage. I contacted city works, had the tunnel shut down, and traffic rerouted. With three bots, it will take hours and then manual review. The mini bots will work for visual inspection, scans and repairs."

"How many bots do we have?"

"Four large ones that work. Two others need repairs. Luc could walk someone through from Nova Scotia. John has more experience with them." Ianto had to think. They lost three during the Cattrel Industry situation. "Eighteen mini bots."

"Sarkisian left notes about programming problems."

Ianto groaned. "John created a program for Anwen. It plays Calypso music and throws confetti."

"Yeah. We used it in Southeast Asia on the security bots."

"It infected all of the bots. Anwen taught herself to reprogram them using John's notes. They function, but they play different types of music, and randomly toss confetti or glitter."

The general pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anwen reprogrammed the backboard and the garden environmental controls?"

"Yep."

"What is it with music from the 1960s."

"Blame John. He gave her a preloaded MP3 player for Christmas." Ianto returned to his seat. "Your sister missed him. With all the stress, Anwen started coping with projects that made her think of him."

The general slid the tablet back to him. "I thought his relationship with my sister, where I came from, was strange."

"John taught her how to survive her ability." A beat. "If she was lost or scared, all Anwen had to do was call him. He never told her he was to busy."

General Williams headed back toward the door. "Has anyone asked if you mind watching the kids?"

"Your mom."

He left, the door closing behind him.

Ianto tapped the intercom controls. "Anwen, the general is going to get dinner. Come to the conference room."

Sorting missing persons reports in Cardiff had its moments. Previously, they had to consider how many of them were a result of the Rift randomly grabbing people. None of the reports in the last three months fit that criteria. Domestics, runaways, fugitives. He needed the list of program participants to check for a pattern. The only case that stood out involved two brothers and a sister that shared their family home after their parents died. The investigator described a home invasion without motivation. The siblings were missing and all of their easily pawnable goods were still there.

Anwen entered as he was starting the review and as expected, her brother immediately demanded her attention. Handing him over was a relief. She was the only one he consistently listened to.

"Whose the new guy? I felt the earthquake earlier."

"Payton Borthwick."

They could scan siblings and children of the missing for Rift energy. It wasn't guaranteed. Then he remembered a conversation he'd had with Luc about Malcolm. Social media had Luc asking questions. He checked Malcolm's sisters accounts for information.

"Do you have social media accounts?"

"I'm not thirteen."

"Anwen."

"Okay," She said. "I lied to sign up."

"Grab a tablet. I need you to check names while I run background checks."

Anwen brought one to the table. "What are you looking for?"

"People with Rift abilities. Check for ESP, psychic abilities."

"Witches, magic, paranormal."

He looked at her. "You've done this before?"

"Uh huh. People want to be normal. Dad belongs to business groups and this funny support group for men whose wives work in law enforcement. Luc belongs to a group for orphans who lost parents to violence and several for people with high IQs and no social skills. I look for people with strange abilities."

Ianto groaned. "You checked my search history."

Anwen nodded. "Dating Uncle Jack is mental problem." She pointed at her head. "There is no support group for dating immortal time agents." She motioned for the screen. "There are support groups for being stuck with your boyfriend's kids." She tapped the screen a few times, and held the tablet out for him to see. "Coping with asshole stepchildren."

"Ha ha."

"What did you want me to look up?"