Fandom: Torchwood. Title: Alley
Title: Alley
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine
Beta: erin_giles
Summary: One night in one of Cardiff's Alleyways.
Author's Notes: This was written at some point last year, I don't remember exactly when, it was before CoE. So no spoilers for that, it was also one of erin_giles fics she was offering up, which I took on. It just twisted and turned into this huge thing. It is a little OOC on characters. Because it's such a large piece of work, I've had to split it into 3 parts.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Coming back to the present Ianto found he had stopped right next to the dark patch of dried blood. His breath hitched as his memory supplied him the picture of the damaged girl over and over again until all he was seeing was Jenny in his arms with blood bubbling from her mouth, hardly breathing. He felt his stomach roll over and he was very glad he hadn’t eaten earlier. He could feel himself shaking, his grief taking hold now he was actually back at the place that the attack had happened.
Ianto felt wetness on his cheeks, reaching up to his face he felt he was crying; again. The only other two times he had really cried had been after Lisa and when they had lost Tosh and Owen. He hadn’t cried over his dad dying, he’d been too relieved to shed tears then.
“It doesn’t help, coming back to where it happened.”
Ianto spun round at the new voice, not bothering to conceal his face. He was surprised to see Jack standing not four feet away from him, hands in his pockets. If Ianto had to guess, he figured that Jack had been watching him a while.
“Go away,” whispered Ianto.
“Standing over the place you held someone while they died, it doesn’t ease the pain,” Jack took a step towards him. “It doesn’t stop the ache in your chest or the fact you feel ill for days after. All it does is make you feel worse, make you see what you couldn’t do.”
“You don’t understand,” Ianto spoke softly, stepping away from the encroaching figure. “I could have saved her, tried getting her to hospital quicker.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered, Ianto, she still would have died.”
“You don’t know that!” He was getting sick and tired of Jack trying to ‘help’ him. He knew what he could have done, knew he could have saved her, if he had only tried harder.
“You can’t sav-“
“Don’t say that! Just don’t bloody say that!” Ianto replied sharply, taking a step forwards of his own. “I could have saved her!”
Jack reached out as though to offer some comfort before lowering his hand, sighing he said, “Why not? Why won’t you hear the truth?”
Ianto didn’t answer. He just stood glaring at Jack, wondering how he could be so calm about this? A young girl had just lost her life and all Jack was doing was telling him, he couldn’t have saved her. He could have saved her, he could have helped her, he just knew he could, Jack was meant to agree with him. He wasn’t meant to act like it was just another death, another mark on Torchwood’s record.
Ianto took a step backwards, his back hitting the wall as Jack approached him. As he pressed further back into the wall he could feel the contours of several bricks pressing into his back and he knew there would be small marks there later on. Jack was stood in front of him and he could feel his breath catch, he was actually feeling slightly intimated at that moment in time. He looked away but his gaze found the stain again, swallowing thickly he closed his eyes breathing through his mouth so he couldn’t smell the old blood.
A hand was suddenly on his arm. He flinched in surprise before opening his eyes. Jack was very close to him now. It unnerved him that he hadn’t heard Jack move that close to him and he shivered. Jack essentially had him trapped up against the wall that was now digging rather uncomfortably into his back. He turned his head away, closing his eyes, he could easily read Jack’s expression; concern.
“Look at me, Ianto.”
Ianto shook his head slightly, he couldn’t face the concern and compassion at the moment, and he didn’t feel like he had deserved it. He heard Jack sigh at his reluctance to comply.
“Fine, then listen,” said Jack, leaning closer. “You can’t save everyone. You never will be able to save everyone, Ianto, everyone dies. It wasn’t your fault.”
The words echoed around Ianto’s head, with Jack actually holding him against the wall he couldn’t run from the words, couldn’t hide from them and they started repeating in his head, over and over. Being here at the place Jenny had died, along with Jack saying these words caused something to break inside of him. Ianto felt the fight leave him, felt his anger slide away replaced by the harsh reality of his grief. He felt Jack tighten his grip as he tried to actually bolt, to face this alone, just like he always had done.
“Let me go,” he whispered harshly as he started to sob.
“No,” replied Jack, holding him tighter. “It’s okay.”
Ianto tried twice more to actually escape from Jack’s arms but Jack blocked all his attempts which meant he actually had to face this here and now. He found himself half leaning into Jack as the past 24hrs caught up with him and he found himself sobbing into Jack’s shoulder.
Ianto wasn’t normally one for showing a lot of emotion, especially in front of Jack but Jenny’s death had just pushed him that little bit over the edge, with everyone they had been loosing lately it had just gotten too much. He had seen so many deaths in the last month, more than usual by Torchwoods standards. They had to save someone - anyone - or what was the point in trying to protect people? What the was the point in saving the Earth if there was going to be no one left to enjoy it?
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there crying into Jack’s shoulder, but he did know he felt exhausted now, mentally and physically. Pulling away from Jack, Ianto wiped his eyes. He felt a bit more in control now and couldn’t help blushing as he realised what he had just been doing.
“Sorry,” Ianto muttered, stepping away from Jack, putting distance between them.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the first,” Jack replied smiling.
Ianto bristled at that, but didn’t say anything. He should be used to Jack making those type of comments and he was, when he hadn’t just been so emotionally charged. Hiding his hands in his pockets, his fingers brushed across some of the papers he had stuffed into his jacket.
Ianto pulled the two folded sheets of paper out, “I know what you were going to do, Jack.”
It didn’t surprise him that Jack didn’t answer right away; it wasn’t often that anyone would know what Jack was up to. Ianto unfolded the pieces of paper, looking them over before looking back up at Jack.
“You were going to give them a name,” Ianto continued.
He watched as Jack stepped away, he knew this was something no one would actually ever get to know about, not unless Jack told them, but then when did Jack Harkness ever explain himself? To anyone?
“Torchwood has enough unaccounted for bodies,” started Jack, offering a small shrug.
Ianto watched Jack leave. He folded the paper back up and tucked it away again. He glanced back at the mark on the ground before following Jack back up the alley.
***
The room they were stood in was a grey colour, Ianto was sure that at some point the room had been white and had just faded with time. It was too quite in the room, there was no clock, just a glass panel that would let them see into the other room and it seemed sterile. The other room was no better, although that one did hold a few chairs and a table, probably for questioning people they brought in. Ianto shivered and folded his arms. They had given a name to the police and Ianto had asked to see that it was delivered. Of course Jack wouldn’t let him tell Jenny’s mother himself. No, that would be getting ‘too close’ as Jack had put it. So Ianto had to contend with standing on the other side of a one way mirror.
The door in the other room opened and Ianto stood that little bit straighter. He felt like he was on edge, every nerve was tingling and not in the good way either. He noticed that Jack had moved a tiny bit closer to him, showing support in his own way. Ianto could see that Jenny’s mother was pale and she’d lost weight, but he also noticed where Jenny had gotten her looks from, she had been the spitting image of her mother. He felt his stomach twist, and he had to look away for a moment to gather himself back together.
A hand was placed on his shoulder and he finally looked back into the room, the uniformed police officers was explaining it to her now, he could tell. The look she was giving the officers was enough to know what she was being told. Ianto shifted from one foot to another as the woman on the other side of the glass finally crumbled and he had to excuse himself. He felt ill. He had done that, made her feel like that.
Ianto hurried through the police station, apologising as he knocked into officers, before he was outside taking in lungfuls of air. He shouldn’t have asked to stay, he knew that now, seeing Jenny’s mother collapse like that made him realize just how badly Torchwood could destroy lives. It wasn’t on and it definitely was in no way fair, especially when the people had no idea of what had attacked them. Leaning against the side of the building he could feel his chest heaving and his head was hurting. Sometimes he really hated what Torchwood did to people.
“It’s not easy, seeing that.”
The voice startled him slightly. Looking towards the door of the station Ianto spotted PC Andy watching him.
“Not you too,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “I’m fine, leave me alone.”
“You’re right, you’re fine, that’s why you just ran through a police station,” Andy replied. “It really doesn’t get easier though.”
“What?” Ianto really didn’t want to be having this conversation, not again and not with Andy.
“Speaking with the parents,” answered Andy like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I didn’t speak with them.”
“Well whatever you did, it doesn’t get easier. It gets bearable but not easier, never easier,” replied Andy, actually standing in front of Ianto now.
Ianto sighed, pushing himself away from the wall so he was stood up straight, “We do know what we’re doing.”
“I don’t think you do, you’ve worked for Torchwood for too long. I’ve seen the same thing with Gwen. She doesn’t care anymore if some nameless face dies.” Andy said.
“That’s not true, we do care,” whispered Ianto, the image of Jenny’s mother coming to mind.
“Only when you want to. See, you’ve forgotten what it’s like. Working for ‘Torchwood’ you’ve all forgotten that everyone is a son or daughter. That no matter what you supposedly ‘save’ us from someone loses someone.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, don’t I?” questioned Andy, standing that little bit straighter. “After there’s been an ‘incident’ we are the ones to clear it up, to talk to the devastated people you’ve left behind, while you just zoom off in your bloody Mystery Machine.”
Ianto let Andy have his little rant, it wasn’t like he could exactly argue the point anyway, and everything the PC had said was pretty much the truth. Torchwood did come in, stop the aliens and leave again not bothering with the consequences, that’s what the police were there for, to clean up. They didn’t have names for who had died, they didn’t attend each funeral that was being held because yet again they had gotten someone killed. Oh not on purpose, never on purpose, but someone always died. Always.
“You’re right,” Ianto mumbled finally, not looking at the other man. “We don’t take responsibility, we never will, we’re a secret. We’re supposed to stop the ‘incident’ and leave.”
“That your motto is it? Well mine is to serve and protect. I’ll protect Cardiff, you lot go back to your little secret bat cave,” remarked Andy, heading back towards the station.
“Protect them from what?” Ianto asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“Torchwood!” called Andy.
Ianto felt like he had been smacked at the words, he never would have thought someone would have tried to stand up to them. Ianto knew Andy had every right to be annoyed with them; they did just come in, take what they wanted and leave again and no matter how careful they were something always went wrong. Trouble just liked to find them.
***
Later that night as Ianto made himself and Jack a drink, he couldn’t help but wonder if there really was nothing else they could do? It was something that had been bothering him since his chat with PC Andy; surely they could find a way so that innocent people didn’t get hurt. Sighing, Ianto leant against the kitchen side, the past few days had left him feeling as though he’d been taken to pieces and put back together again.
“Ianto?” Jack asked.
“Hmmm?”
“You okay?”
“Yes, sorry I was just thinking,” Ianto answered quietly.
“About?”
“Jenny.” Ianto heard Jack sigh, he knew that hadn’t been the answer Jack was looking for but it was the only answer he could give.
“We can’t save everyone, Ianto, how many times do I have to say this?”
“Why not?” He turned to face Jack, “Why can we not save everyone? Or even some of them?”
“We’re Torchwood, it isn’t exactly what we do, we stop the alien threat that’s it,” Jack explained, he was getting tired of having this conversation.
“Well let’s change it, we should make it part of Torchwood,” replied Ianto. “We’ve killed over 10 people this last month, Jack!”
“That can’t be helped, the rift is unpredictable, and it’s that that kills people not us.”
“Then control it!” snapped Ianto, his face flushing.
“Last time someone tried controlling something like the rift Canary Wharf fell, thousands of people died, Ianto, thousands. I won’t let that happen again. I can’t.”
Ianto felt his blood run cold. He hadn’t been that high in the ranks to know exactly how it had fallen, all he knew was that people were being upgraded by the Cybermen. He hadn’t forgotten that, he could never forget that, he still often had nightmares about that and he regretted his comment a little bit now he had said it. He looked down, not willing to meet Jack’s eyes.
“You can forget you know,” suggested Jack.
Looking up sharply, Ianto said, “I won’t be Retconned, Jack, we can’t just forget those we haven’t saved.”
“I’m not saying everyone, just this one,” Jack said, actually holding the small pill out towards Ianto.
“No. I won’t forget her,” Ianto replied adamantly.
Ianto shook his head once more, not taking a step to take the pill; he didn’t want to forget, why should he be allowed to forget when everyone else couldn’t? Why should he live the guilt free life? That wasn’t fair, they couldn’t offer Jenny’s mother Retcon. Well, they could but Ianto highly doubted that she would take it. He wouldn’t ever forget Jenny and that back alley. Never.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine
Beta: erin_giles
Summary: One night in one of Cardiff's Alleyways.
Author's Notes: This was written at some point last year, I don't remember exactly when, it was before CoE. So no spoilers for that, it was also one of erin_giles fics she was offering up, which I took on. It just twisted and turned into this huge thing. It is a little OOC on characters. Because it's such a large piece of work, I've had to split it into 3 parts.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Coming back to the present Ianto found he had stopped right next to the dark patch of dried blood. His breath hitched as his memory supplied him the picture of the damaged girl over and over again until all he was seeing was Jenny in his arms with blood bubbling from her mouth, hardly breathing. He felt his stomach roll over and he was very glad he hadn’t eaten earlier. He could feel himself shaking, his grief taking hold now he was actually back at the place that the attack had happened.
Ianto felt wetness on his cheeks, reaching up to his face he felt he was crying; again. The only other two times he had really cried had been after Lisa and when they had lost Tosh and Owen. He hadn’t cried over his dad dying, he’d been too relieved to shed tears then.
“It doesn’t help, coming back to where it happened.”
Ianto spun round at the new voice, not bothering to conceal his face. He was surprised to see Jack standing not four feet away from him, hands in his pockets. If Ianto had to guess, he figured that Jack had been watching him a while.
“Go away,” whispered Ianto.
“Standing over the place you held someone while they died, it doesn’t ease the pain,” Jack took a step towards him. “It doesn’t stop the ache in your chest or the fact you feel ill for days after. All it does is make you feel worse, make you see what you couldn’t do.”
“You don’t understand,” Ianto spoke softly, stepping away from the encroaching figure. “I could have saved her, tried getting her to hospital quicker.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered, Ianto, she still would have died.”
“You don’t know that!” He was getting sick and tired of Jack trying to ‘help’ him. He knew what he could have done, knew he could have saved her, if he had only tried harder.
“You can’t sav-“
“Don’t say that! Just don’t bloody say that!” Ianto replied sharply, taking a step forwards of his own. “I could have saved her!”
Jack reached out as though to offer some comfort before lowering his hand, sighing he said, “Why not? Why won’t you hear the truth?”
Ianto didn’t answer. He just stood glaring at Jack, wondering how he could be so calm about this? A young girl had just lost her life and all Jack was doing was telling him, he couldn’t have saved her. He could have saved her, he could have helped her, he just knew he could, Jack was meant to agree with him. He wasn’t meant to act like it was just another death, another mark on Torchwood’s record.
Ianto took a step backwards, his back hitting the wall as Jack approached him. As he pressed further back into the wall he could feel the contours of several bricks pressing into his back and he knew there would be small marks there later on. Jack was stood in front of him and he could feel his breath catch, he was actually feeling slightly intimated at that moment in time. He looked away but his gaze found the stain again, swallowing thickly he closed his eyes breathing through his mouth so he couldn’t smell the old blood.
A hand was suddenly on his arm. He flinched in surprise before opening his eyes. Jack was very close to him now. It unnerved him that he hadn’t heard Jack move that close to him and he shivered. Jack essentially had him trapped up against the wall that was now digging rather uncomfortably into his back. He turned his head away, closing his eyes, he could easily read Jack’s expression; concern.
“Look at me, Ianto.”
Ianto shook his head slightly, he couldn’t face the concern and compassion at the moment, and he didn’t feel like he had deserved it. He heard Jack sigh at his reluctance to comply.
“Fine, then listen,” said Jack, leaning closer. “You can’t save everyone. You never will be able to save everyone, Ianto, everyone dies. It wasn’t your fault.”
The words echoed around Ianto’s head, with Jack actually holding him against the wall he couldn’t run from the words, couldn’t hide from them and they started repeating in his head, over and over. Being here at the place Jenny had died, along with Jack saying these words caused something to break inside of him. Ianto felt the fight leave him, felt his anger slide away replaced by the harsh reality of his grief. He felt Jack tighten his grip as he tried to actually bolt, to face this alone, just like he always had done.
“Let me go,” he whispered harshly as he started to sob.
“No,” replied Jack, holding him tighter. “It’s okay.”
Ianto tried twice more to actually escape from Jack’s arms but Jack blocked all his attempts which meant he actually had to face this here and now. He found himself half leaning into Jack as the past 24hrs caught up with him and he found himself sobbing into Jack’s shoulder.
Ianto wasn’t normally one for showing a lot of emotion, especially in front of Jack but Jenny’s death had just pushed him that little bit over the edge, with everyone they had been loosing lately it had just gotten too much. He had seen so many deaths in the last month, more than usual by Torchwoods standards. They had to save someone - anyone - or what was the point in trying to protect people? What the was the point in saving the Earth if there was going to be no one left to enjoy it?
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there crying into Jack’s shoulder, but he did know he felt exhausted now, mentally and physically. Pulling away from Jack, Ianto wiped his eyes. He felt a bit more in control now and couldn’t help blushing as he realised what he had just been doing.
“Sorry,” Ianto muttered, stepping away from Jack, putting distance between them.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the first,” Jack replied smiling.
Ianto bristled at that, but didn’t say anything. He should be used to Jack making those type of comments and he was, when he hadn’t just been so emotionally charged. Hiding his hands in his pockets, his fingers brushed across some of the papers he had stuffed into his jacket.
Ianto pulled the two folded sheets of paper out, “I know what you were going to do, Jack.”
It didn’t surprise him that Jack didn’t answer right away; it wasn’t often that anyone would know what Jack was up to. Ianto unfolded the pieces of paper, looking them over before looking back up at Jack.
“You were going to give them a name,” Ianto continued.
He watched as Jack stepped away, he knew this was something no one would actually ever get to know about, not unless Jack told them, but then when did Jack Harkness ever explain himself? To anyone?
“Torchwood has enough unaccounted for bodies,” started Jack, offering a small shrug.
Ianto watched Jack leave. He folded the paper back up and tucked it away again. He glanced back at the mark on the ground before following Jack back up the alley.
***
The room they were stood in was a grey colour, Ianto was sure that at some point the room had been white and had just faded with time. It was too quite in the room, there was no clock, just a glass panel that would let them see into the other room and it seemed sterile. The other room was no better, although that one did hold a few chairs and a table, probably for questioning people they brought in. Ianto shivered and folded his arms. They had given a name to the police and Ianto had asked to see that it was delivered. Of course Jack wouldn’t let him tell Jenny’s mother himself. No, that would be getting ‘too close’ as Jack had put it. So Ianto had to contend with standing on the other side of a one way mirror.
The door in the other room opened and Ianto stood that little bit straighter. He felt like he was on edge, every nerve was tingling and not in the good way either. He noticed that Jack had moved a tiny bit closer to him, showing support in his own way. Ianto could see that Jenny’s mother was pale and she’d lost weight, but he also noticed where Jenny had gotten her looks from, she had been the spitting image of her mother. He felt his stomach twist, and he had to look away for a moment to gather himself back together.
A hand was placed on his shoulder and he finally looked back into the room, the uniformed police officers was explaining it to her now, he could tell. The look she was giving the officers was enough to know what she was being told. Ianto shifted from one foot to another as the woman on the other side of the glass finally crumbled and he had to excuse himself. He felt ill. He had done that, made her feel like that.
Ianto hurried through the police station, apologising as he knocked into officers, before he was outside taking in lungfuls of air. He shouldn’t have asked to stay, he knew that now, seeing Jenny’s mother collapse like that made him realize just how badly Torchwood could destroy lives. It wasn’t on and it definitely was in no way fair, especially when the people had no idea of what had attacked them. Leaning against the side of the building he could feel his chest heaving and his head was hurting. Sometimes he really hated what Torchwood did to people.
“It’s not easy, seeing that.”
The voice startled him slightly. Looking towards the door of the station Ianto spotted PC Andy watching him.
“Not you too,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “I’m fine, leave me alone.”
“You’re right, you’re fine, that’s why you just ran through a police station,” Andy replied. “It really doesn’t get easier though.”
“What?” Ianto really didn’t want to be having this conversation, not again and not with Andy.
“Speaking with the parents,” answered Andy like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I didn’t speak with them.”
“Well whatever you did, it doesn’t get easier. It gets bearable but not easier, never easier,” replied Andy, actually standing in front of Ianto now.
Ianto sighed, pushing himself away from the wall so he was stood up straight, “We do know what we’re doing.”
“I don’t think you do, you’ve worked for Torchwood for too long. I’ve seen the same thing with Gwen. She doesn’t care anymore if some nameless face dies.” Andy said.
“That’s not true, we do care,” whispered Ianto, the image of Jenny’s mother coming to mind.
“Only when you want to. See, you’ve forgotten what it’s like. Working for ‘Torchwood’ you’ve all forgotten that everyone is a son or daughter. That no matter what you supposedly ‘save’ us from someone loses someone.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, don’t I?” questioned Andy, standing that little bit straighter. “After there’s been an ‘incident’ we are the ones to clear it up, to talk to the devastated people you’ve left behind, while you just zoom off in your bloody Mystery Machine.”
Ianto let Andy have his little rant, it wasn’t like he could exactly argue the point anyway, and everything the PC had said was pretty much the truth. Torchwood did come in, stop the aliens and leave again not bothering with the consequences, that’s what the police were there for, to clean up. They didn’t have names for who had died, they didn’t attend each funeral that was being held because yet again they had gotten someone killed. Oh not on purpose, never on purpose, but someone always died. Always.
“You’re right,” Ianto mumbled finally, not looking at the other man. “We don’t take responsibility, we never will, we’re a secret. We’re supposed to stop the ‘incident’ and leave.”
“That your motto is it? Well mine is to serve and protect. I’ll protect Cardiff, you lot go back to your little secret bat cave,” remarked Andy, heading back towards the station.
“Protect them from what?” Ianto asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“Torchwood!” called Andy.
Ianto felt like he had been smacked at the words, he never would have thought someone would have tried to stand up to them. Ianto knew Andy had every right to be annoyed with them; they did just come in, take what they wanted and leave again and no matter how careful they were something always went wrong. Trouble just liked to find them.
***
Later that night as Ianto made himself and Jack a drink, he couldn’t help but wonder if there really was nothing else they could do? It was something that had been bothering him since his chat with PC Andy; surely they could find a way so that innocent people didn’t get hurt. Sighing, Ianto leant against the kitchen side, the past few days had left him feeling as though he’d been taken to pieces and put back together again.
“Ianto?” Jack asked.
“Hmmm?”
“You okay?”
“Yes, sorry I was just thinking,” Ianto answered quietly.
“About?”
“Jenny.” Ianto heard Jack sigh, he knew that hadn’t been the answer Jack was looking for but it was the only answer he could give.
“We can’t save everyone, Ianto, how many times do I have to say this?”
“Why not?” He turned to face Jack, “Why can we not save everyone? Or even some of them?”
“We’re Torchwood, it isn’t exactly what we do, we stop the alien threat that’s it,” Jack explained, he was getting tired of having this conversation.
“Well let’s change it, we should make it part of Torchwood,” replied Ianto. “We’ve killed over 10 people this last month, Jack!”
“That can’t be helped, the rift is unpredictable, and it’s that that kills people not us.”
“Then control it!” snapped Ianto, his face flushing.
“Last time someone tried controlling something like the rift Canary Wharf fell, thousands of people died, Ianto, thousands. I won’t let that happen again. I can’t.”
Ianto felt his blood run cold. He hadn’t been that high in the ranks to know exactly how it had fallen, all he knew was that people were being upgraded by the Cybermen. He hadn’t forgotten that, he could never forget that, he still often had nightmares about that and he regretted his comment a little bit now he had said it. He looked down, not willing to meet Jack’s eyes.
“You can forget you know,” suggested Jack.
Looking up sharply, Ianto said, “I won’t be Retconned, Jack, we can’t just forget those we haven’t saved.”
“I’m not saying everyone, just this one,” Jack said, actually holding the small pill out towards Ianto.
“No. I won’t forget her,” Ianto replied adamantly.
Ianto shook his head once more, not taking a step to take the pill; he didn’t want to forget, why should he be allowed to forget when everyone else couldn’t? Why should he live the guilt free life? That wasn’t fair, they couldn’t offer Jenny’s mother Retcon. Well, they could but Ianto highly doubted that she would take it. He wouldn’t ever forget Jenny and that back alley. Never.