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Son, that is NOT a good idea" Jack warned as Danny reached out to poke his baby sister on the nose, her snarled snap at his finger making him giggle.

"I swear, that little girl is more like Ricky every day" John laughed as he watched his lovely little niece snap her little teeth at her big brother's finger again and he was right, she did look just like Ricky Raptor, currently down in the cells in a time out for eating another blowfish.

Daisy latched onto Daniel's finger and he yelped, then laughed as he yanked it out to look at with wonder "She bit me!"

"No shit" John said, then felt the slap of Rhianon's hand as she rocked him forward against the desk and he grinned wider as he leaned the chair back to watch her storm off towards the kitchen.

Ianto appeared with a tired expression to look over at them all and make a face, then step swiftly aside as Rhiannon reappeared with a cold flannel for the finger. She still did not understand that Daniel was not hurt, could never really suffer… well could but only bit… as he was special.

Daisy… wasn't. That was something that Ianto secretly bled about now and then deep in his soul. His little dumpling would grow old. Die. But the ride… it would be worth the ride with her. Right?

"Come on Missy Moo, let's get you cleaned up before going to see Grammy" Ianto crooned as he plucked his daughter from her highchair and headed to clean her up.

Since the Decay the world had changed. It's been a year since they got things sort of under control and Daisy was now a six-month-old beast and Danny was four and an half.

Areas once affected with Decayed were red zone now, meaning there was latent remains of things that no one wanted to resurrect. The water tables still filtering out the unwanted and the undead still rotting in the ground. This meant large portions of the city were not marked off, the countryside as well and the drive to London took a little longer now the new overpass made sure soe of that Red Zone was left unmolested… or rather… those still cleansing the area were left ot molest what they wanted with those flame throwers and such.

As the car zoomed up and over the bridge like road Ianto could not help but glance down, seeing a hotspot glowing somewhere to the west where an outbreak had broken out. He secretly hoped it was the sewer rats again, at least now they had sealed the old sewer pipes for this area the rats were contained, as well as any of the drug still getting flushed by those unaware of their 'condition'. It was still an uncomfortable idea for someone to be walking around perfectly fine when the moment they die, they become some sort of decayed zombie. Gross. Worse… now that time had ticked over, a year now since it started, and it meant that those who die are not at all fresh. Few recently decayed. Grossness of gross.

Torchwood tried not to get involved as UNIT not only seemed better suited to the task at hand, they enjoyed it. They were training new recruits, and this was a good training ground for them… according to their paperwork. Still, Ianto got a feeling it might not all be a good thing for UNIT to get more soldiers, more power and more standing in the security business.

After all, they thoughts their little dicks were larger than anacondas already.

The fact they now openly called them Zombies instead of Decayed was also something Ianto was still getting used to. God, Owen would have loved this.

But still, not Ianto's fight. As Her Majesty's Man, or as Jack liked to call him HMM, Ianto only did what she wanted and if she disagreed with something he wanted to do or enquire about… it was over. So, he had started this little dance of bringing the little one. Daisy could be distracting enough to get Ianto more access to that red box on Her Majesty's desk and the UNIT report within.

He drove thought the side gate, and into his usual parking spot then sighed as the door was wrenched open and his daughter was nicked from her car seat in broad daylight, William whooping as he raced off with her held high like a trophy.

"OI! YOUR GRAN WILL WANT THAT!" Ianto roared after him, then giggled at the absurdity of scolding the future king of fucking England for stealing one of his own future subjects.

Then Ianto was inside, walking in those great strides of his along the corridors to that room where she was HERSELF and as he opened the doors to step inside without any announcement for his arrival, Wills suddenly shot past, a screaming baby like a siren announcing him anyway.

"William love, give her here!" the queen scolded as she reached for her god daughter.

Ianto took his seat at her desk and started to openly read the reports as she cooed, fussed and generally ignored him.

This worked best for everyone here, Ianto liked being invisible ya know.

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"Hey babe, how was the Cabbage?"

"Stop it!" Ianto scolded as he placed their daughter on the floor and watched as she took off, her little self already crawling. So advanced. "Where's fuckface?

"Rex is out and about with Beckett getting some new supplies for the SUV since we lost all that kit in the river" Jack said like it all made sense and then Jack balked, looking furtive as Ianto's eyes narrowed.

"The… river?"

"Never mind" Jack sing-songed as he scooped up their daughter and wandered off.

Ianto sighed and went to find Lucy.

Her coat was there… she was there…. She would tell him about the river.

And the fucking SUV that apparently needed kitting out.