Come Down In Time (Open!)

[IANTO JONES]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Sometimes being the glorified tea boy of Torchwood Three wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Yes, Ianto did more than just make Jack's favorite industrial strength coffee. He cleaned up after them with no questions (but the pertinent ones that he needed to know) asked and occasionally went out with them to do field work...Oh, and he even had the great pleasure of being able to give code names to alien artifacts when no one else could think of one.

But Torchwood was hardly where Ianto had imagined his life ending up. That place had a certain hold on its employees--a hold that was hard to get rid of. He supposed that the one bright spot in all of it was that he didn't have the problem of feeling the need to spill his guts out about his job to anyone. Ianto was perfectly content with keeping all of the emotional turmoil the job was bound to create inside himself.

And sometimes all of that pent up emotion inside meant that he needed to take much needed days off. But even those glorious days off were few and far between for Ianto because all there was to do on a day off was sit around and think about what had gone on inside of Torchwood or what could possibly be going on in the absence of his presence. It was hard not to think about his place of employment.

Maybe that was because it was hard not to think about Jack. He wasn't sure what he and Jack had going on; all he was sure about was that he wanted it to last forever. He wasn't even sure what to call how he felt about Jack. He didn't think it was love, at least not yet, but it certainly wasn't lust either. And it was thoughts like those that led Ianto to places like the bar he was currently sitting in.

He had decided to travel to London on his day off, even though all of the distance between him and Cardiff couldn't stop him thinking about Jack or his job. Ianto found himself sitting at one end of the bar counter, a glass of gin and tonic right in front of him. He was quite content to ignore and be ignored by the other patrons of the bar. It's not like he could tell them anything, anyways, even if he wanted to.

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[IRIS WILDTHYME]

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Iris Wildthyme could not make up her mind as to where and when to visit with her TARDIS, so she decided to set the controls for a random time and place, setting the autopilot to navigate through the Time Vortex. With that handled - more or less - Iris waltzed further on inside the vehicle, stopping at the full-sized bar to make herself a gin and tonic... Or two... Or three...

The TARDIS - a red, London double decker bus, specifically the Number 22 to Putney Common – eventually decided to park itself alongside the road near a pub in London.

When Iris realized that her TARDIS had stopped moving, she disembarked. She pulled out a key chain with a fob with a couple of buttons on it: there was one to Lock the doors, and one to Unlock them - though, you have to hit it twice to get the rear doors of the ‘bus’ to unlock. Iris locked her TARDIS (which had not opted to go invisible, since it felt ‘at home’ as a bus in London) and began to walk around, trying to get her bearings and sort out where and when she had arrived – which, despite her being a Time Lord, would have been much easier without having had all of those gin and tonics…

“You be a good girl, and I’ll be back soon,” its quirky operator said fondly before she noticed the pub, and then she thought that perhaps all of those gin and tonics hadn’t necessarily been a bad idea, after all.

And, she wouldn’t mind one more…

Iris approached the bar and found herself standing beside a rather dapper looking young man, who must have the most impeccable taste – for he was drinking a gin and tonic.

Iris heartily approved.

When the barkeep asked her what she’d like, Iris, pointed at Ianto’s drink and said, “I’d like a gin and tonic, just like that – if you don’t mind,” Iris said, placing her order.

She turned to look at Ianto and smiled. “I must say, you have excellent taste,” Iris said, complimenting him. That was when she noticed that he appeared to have something quite heavy weighing on his mind.

“Something troubling you?” she asked as gently and tactfully as she could after the bartender brought her a lovely glass full of ice, gin, tonic water and a lovely wedge of lemon. But then, she remembered herself and her manners and decided to introduce herself. Iris held out a hand for the man to shake - if he so desired - and she said, “Iris Wildthyme – I’m not from around here… You probably haven’t heard of me,” she said, joking a bit – though, Iris was not aware that this man worked for Torchwood, and it was very possible that they had a file on her…

[IANTO JONES]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Ianto barely paid attention to the newcomer who had walked in and was standing right next to him. But that didn't mean he didn't notice her. There was nothing more important than always being aware of his surroundings. Just because he was far away from Cardiff and the rift, it didn't mean that strange things couldn't happen. As lost in his thoughts as he was, he knew that it was still important to always be on his guard just in case the aliens decided to follow him over into England.

He heard her order and had no choice but to look up to see who she was when she complimented him. He wasn't much in the mood for a conversation but that didn't mean he had to be impolite to her. Ianto returned her smile. "Thanks," he said, 'And the same goes to you too." Maybe some company tonight wouldn't be bad, after all. Didn't people always say it was nice to have someone to talk to? Granted, Ianto couldn't share his true problems with her ('I may be in love with a man who can't die and my work life is hell. You try tracking down aliens for a living.) but he could couch them in different terms, couldn't he?

And only someone who wanted to listen would ask the question that she asked him next. "I'm sitting alone drinking in a pub. That should be answer enough." He had a lot troubling him. And it was times like these that he wondered why he didn't go into a normal line of work. Sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day would be rather boring but at least it would be safe and relatively trouble free. But Torchwood One recruiters had seen all of the promise that the young Welshman had and the rest, as they said, was history.

Why did that name sound so familiar? Ianto shook her hand. "Jones. Ianto Jones," he introduced himself, the exact same way he had introduced himself to Jack a few years ago, "I'm not from around here either." His Welsh accent certainly gave that one away. And then it hit him. She was a Time Lord...or, rather, Time Lady. She was like Jack's friend the Doctor. Maybe Tosh, Owen, and Gwen might not know about Time Lords/Ladies but Ianto did. Jack had done so much research on the Doctor and the species in general. Every now and then, Ianto was able to get a little bit of information from Jack about them.

The Welshman's smile briefly faltered. "You're an...an alien," he whispered. No need to cause panic in here or have everyone staring at him like he was crazy.

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[IRIS WILDTHYME]

"You're an...an alien," he whispered.

Iris grinned. “That, I am,” she whispered right back with excitement glittering in her whimsical blue-gray eyes. “Good eye - though, it’s not really a big deal, or anything,” she added with a shrug of her shoulders and followed up by taking a smug sip from her gin and tonic. She had nothing to hide – not really. “I’m not really all that different from you lot – humans, I mean,” Iris went on softly.

The renegade Time Lady wasn’t really worried about anyone overhearing their words, though. They were in a noisy pub, surrounded by drunken idiot-humans…

Who would possibly believe what they were hearing? And, even if someone did believe what they were hearing, Iris was confidant enough that she could convince them that she and Ianto were discussing a science fiction novel, or perhaps practicing lines from a play…

“And you, Ianto Jones… You look like you’ve had quite a rough day,” Iris said observantly. “Care to talk about it? I have all the Time in the world…” Iris added, grinning a bit like the Cheshire Cat – not because Ianto looked to be having a bad day, but rather because she thought her little quip about Time had been quite funny.

“Is it a work-thing?” Iris asked. “Or… Is it about a girl?” she questioned, having absolutely no idea that it most definitely wasn’t about a girl…

“Oh! But, I shouldn’t pry… I’m sorry…” Iris quickly added. She didn’t mean to be nosy – it’s just that she found humans to be so very fascinating, what with all of their human-drama, and all.

[IANTO JONES]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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He was talking to an alien in a pub in London. And, yet, stranger things had still happened to Ianto Jones. "Not a good eye," he admitted because even if he had the best eyes in the world there was no way he could ever tell that Iris wasn't a human being like every other person in the pub right now. "Rather, I knew the name." He wasn't ready to tell her that he worked for Torchwood but, if she asked, he'd let her know. She seemed nice enough and, therefore, he didn't see why she shouldn't know who was looking into her.

Her pun confirmed that she was a Time Lady. Quite possibly Time Lords and Ladies were the only species that resembled humans. He let out a small chuckle because it was the polite thing to do. And then she started to make her guesses about what was on his mind, only to apologize for prying into his business like that. Normally, Ianto would have told her that she was right, it was none of her business. But this was the perfect opportunity to get some things off of his chest. She probably knew about Torchwood so she might actually understand what he was going through.

"A little bit of both," he answered, "Just put 'man' in place of 'girl." He had read in the files that Time Lords/Ladies engendered some kind of natural trust and that was exactly what Ianto was feeling right now. He knew, however, that care was still needed when talking to her.

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tagged: Open
words: Enough
outfit: Here
notes: =)

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