It started after - well, Ianto generally referred to it as the Zagreus business, for lack of a more socially acceptable term. That time Zagreus broke into my mind. The Doctor picked up Fitz and Ianto picked up the hobby of strengthening his mental barriers.
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For once, they arrive in the receiving area for guests instead of inside a broom closet. The Doctor is pleased - especially when it turns out that they don't need landing papers or identification passes - if a little bemused. Ianto is mostly just pleased.
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As he now tends to be, Ianto is audible long before he's visible.

"Ground Control to Major Tom..."

He wakes up late (not that he tells time anymore), makes breakfast and coffee (barely eats any of it), and wastes the day wandering from room to room in the Master's TARDIS searching for something to occupy him.

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Ianto's sitting at an outside table at Coffee Mania, tucking into a rapidly-cooling bowl of soup. There's a cheese scone in his pocket, neatly wrapped in a napkin, where it is waiting to be purloined by Jack upon his return to the Hub. He's dressed warmly, with his black coat - collar turned up - and black leather gloves, because it's bloody ( Read more... )

The breath, the touch on his lips makes him jump and Ianto presses the button on the PINpoint more forcefully and much less casually than he'd intended. There's a moment of panic before he's staring at a beige wall and as much as he hates the color, hates the place, he's relieved to see it ( Read more... )

The arrival in Ianto's flat is (for its owner, at least) entirely underwhelming. They're standing on the carpet near the stairs in Ianto's living room, shrouded in half-darkness. To one side sits the telly, the couch, the overfull bookcases; to the other there's a door - the front door - and an open doorway to the equally dark kitchen ( Read more... )