Janto One-Shots

6. The God Complex

(It might be rough at the end, I'm just tired. I'll probably edit.)

It was the usual rainy Cardiff morning when Ianto went missing. He had been on his way to the Hub carrying a tray full of coffees from the shop on the corner. Tosh had even noticed him on the CCTV and smiled to herself when she saw the coffee. Ianto had planned to spend the day in the Archives bringing everything up to date - he told her this the night before over drinks at the pub- and wanted to make sure everyone was properly caffeinated until lunch.

That's when her computer alerted her about rift activity several miles away. She alerted Jack and Owen and Gwen. She turned her face away from the monitors to grab her equipment, missing the very moment Ianto vanished in a wave of golden rift energy.

That had been six months ago.

Six months of searching, waiting, worrying. Owen had given up quickly. It bothered him more than he let on though, Tosh could tell. She knew Ianto was the only one who could match him on snark and wit, and the doctor missed that more than he would admit.

Gwen, in proper Gwen fashion, hadn't given up. Couldn't. It was part of her personality, her very core, and Tosh was grateful for it. Gwen's determination and unwavering hope fed her own, and between the two of them they had quite a little investigation going.

Then there was Jack. He had only been back for a week or so before Ianto vanished. There had been a nervousness between the two of them in the week that followed John Hart's arrival, the excited sort of nervousness that always hit you before something good - something you were looking forward to- was about to happen. They acted almost giddy around each other. Jack was more open with his affections, the normal flirting had now been combined with with little secretive conversations that left both of them smiling.

And now...now Jack was sad. Rather, there was a sadness about him. He would help Gwen and Tosh in their search, but only when asked. He didn't tell them stop. He didn't say much to any of them beyond work related topics.

Tosh couldn't help but think this would have made Ianto somehow happy, knowing Jack would miss him. For her, she carried on, treating this like any other case. If she let herself think for one moment that there was no hope, that Ianto was truly gone...she's not sure she could handle it.

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He was in a hotel. Specifically, he was standing on the stair of a hotel. A rather cheap and gaudy looking one at that. It had to be rift related, however he got here- the coffee he had gotten for the team was still warm in the tray. Voices floated down from above him.

"-this is not earth," a rather excited voice called down, "This has just been made to look like earth. The craftsmanship involved, can you imagine?"

"Well then, where are we?" Another voice-female and Scottish- asked. Ianto started to think about he could possibly reach his gun without spilling the coffee.

"I don't know-something must have yanked us off course." The excited voice continued. It went on and on about how things looked and the design of the place. There was something familiar to Ianto about the man's voice, but he couldn't place it. He decided to follow the voices.

Up one flight of stairs was all he needed. A blue police box stood there, glowing brightly and intimidating.

"Uh...Doctor? We are not alone." Ianto looked away from the telephone box to the young man standing next to him. Another man wearing a bowtie and red headed young woman appeared next to him. The bow-tie wearing man stared at Ianto with a strange look before shaking it off.

"Oh! I know you!" The bow tie wearing man said. He quickly hugged Ianto in an awkward sort of way, patting him on the back before pulling away. "Yes, you are one of Jack's! Stolen Earth, Daleks, and all that. You might not remember me though, new face, I'm-"

"The Doctor. Of course. It's a pleasure to see you again, sir." Ianto replied. It wasn't-Ianto had never met the Doctor. But the Doctor had met him. He filed that way in his brain for later. The priority was to find out where and when they were and get back to Torchwood. He had a date tonight, after all.

"Ah yes, well, that's Torchwood for you. Ponds!" The Doctor exclaimed, pointing to the two humans with him. "Amy and Rory Pond, meet Ianto Jones!"

Ianto smiled at the pair, extending out the tray of coffees.

"Care for a latte?"