Intro
Ianto Jones was relatively certain that he'd gone to bed as usual. These days, he would probably not tell you if you asked, "usual" meant in his own bed, in his own flat, and, above all, with a certain former Time Agent hogging the duvet
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Behind the Doctor there was a white robot wheeling down the hallway, repeating the word "gadget" over and over again. It didn't look particularly threatening, but the Doctor knew better than to trust robots with rocket boosters.
That never ended well.
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That last one came in handy more often than most people would expect.
So, when this strange man grabbed hold of his arm and shouted about killer robots, he did the only thing he could do: he ran.
As they turned a corner, he spared a glance at the other man, who stayed just a step ahead. "Do this often, then?" he called out.
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Didn't bat an eye at killer robots from Mars.
Fantastic. "You?"
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When he first joined Torchwood Three, he hadn't thought it possible, but here he was, just as bad as the others.
In response, though, he rolled his eyes. Without slowing down, which was another feat he'd mastered since joining Torchwood Three. "Oh, yeah!" he answered.
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The Doctor skidded around a corner, grabbed Ianto again (to keep him from over shooting) and then knelt down.
When the [not really] killer robot blew by them, he laughed triumphantly. "One thing you can always count on with those lot. Lack of head movement." He took a moment to make sure the robot wasn't turning around, then stood up and dusted himself off. He should probably make sure the robot didn't terrorize anyone else, but there were things to do first.
"Hullo! I'm the Doctor. And you are?"
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But he supposed you never knew.
When the coast was clear, Ianto stood as well, and immediately he smoothed his tie. "Jones," he said, a bit too quickly, when he was asked his name. "Ianto Jones."
He hoped his surprise hadn't been obvious. The Doctor? With large ears and little hair, he certainly didn't look like the Doctor Ianto had spoken to quite recently, but then again, Yvonne had once been very clear about aliens who could change their face.
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The surprise was plenty obvious, but mostly because the Doctor usually expected certain reactions when he said his name. Surprise, anger, fear, delight, or dumbfoundedness. Which ought to be a word. He'd put dumbfoundedness in a dictionary somewhere, next to DaVinci's picture of a human. Hah!
"Yep. UNIT? Actually, don't tell me. In a suit like that, you'd be a bureaucrat anyway, yeah? Besides, we haven't met, so that means we might. Story of my life these days, Ianto Jones. All days, really." He grinned widely. "So. Now that we've dodged the killer robot, mind telling me what we're doing here?"
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Besides, if the Cardiff accent and lack of a uniform didn't make this Doctor immediately think Torchwood, there was probably a reason, and Ianto was well-aware of the need to preserve time lines.
"You don't know?" He shrugged. "I woke up here."
A pause, then, with a thoughtful nose-scrunch, "Well. Don't suppose you've got the TARDIS?"
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"Huh. So did I." The Doctor stared off at the wall for a moment, looking very very serious, then he grinned. "Of course I have the TARDIS. I just have to find her. Honestly, Ianto Jones, what do you take me for? An amateur?"
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"Of course not," he replied, but something in there was the vague suggestion that he might be humoring the Doctor, just a bit. He never used this tone with Jack, of course.
"Well," he continued, all business, "we'd better find her, hadn't we?"
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He grinned. "Still am, technically. Fantastic. So, where should we find her, Mr. Smart Man in a Smart Suit?"
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But he wasn't, and he had no idea.
"Last time you saw her," he said expectantly, almost a question but not quite.
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He settled for just poking. "Listen, you, the last time I saw her was in Kyoto, Japan, and it was definitely not 2059. So. Unless you've got time and space jumping gear hidden behind your fancy tie, I'm going to need a better idea."
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Then, he reached for his tie, carefully, as though he really were about to reveal some time and space jumping gear (and what he wouldn't give for Jack's wrist strap).
He lifted his tie and lays it back down, smoothing it with purpose.
"Come on, then," he said, and with his head he motioned in a third direction, a corridor neither of them had come from.
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