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“Is this one of those bully big brother things where ‘I’m the only one who’s allowed to mess with my brother’?” Ianto asked sounding concerned. “I’m starting to think I shouldn’t have followed you in here.”

"There’s this planet out there, Raptus. Gorgeous planet covered in nothing but trees as bit as hundred-year-old redwoods and mountains as tall as Everest. The only humanioids that live there live in the trees and are rarely heard from at all. There’s no electricity and ships have to teleport people down. We’re not allowed to fly inside the atmosphere. And let me tell you when the light hits those trees just right and the wind blows the gorgeous smell of untouched wilderness around you and the smell of the cinnamon grass hits you it’s like being lost in some strange heaven." 

“There it is.” Ianto mused, a coy smile returning to his features. “There’s the smile I enjoy so much. I thought I had lost you for a minute there.”

 Ianto had hoped that if the conversation ended on a light and positive note Jack might be able to see it as a good thing, a positive experience, and maybe he would feel okay with trying it again later on. For now the Barista was content with the fact that he was trusted, even if only a little.

He gave a nod at Ianto’s offer, raising an eyebrow at the name of the institute the other man was employed, though he simply assumed it was something like the SSR, only with things of a much more supernatural nature. A part of him rather thought that, if nothing else, Howard would be intrigued. As far as Mrs. Jarvis, though…

“Right then, this way.” Ianto waved to Edwin as indication to follow as the younger turned to leave. “You’re lucky in one respect; you didn’t land far from the Hub. It’s a small consolation but at least you don’t have to take a seven hour car trip with me.”

“That one was awkward...” His thoughts commented.

Ianto lead Edwin down some of the more sight-seeing streets of Cardiff on his way back to the hub. The new man had landed close enough to the Hub that it made next to no sense to take the Torchwood Van and so a leisurely walk back was in order. Ianto knew that the rest of his team was out Weevil hunting and so he made sure to stay away from alley ways or back roads or any place a Weevil would feel safe. In total it took them about ten minutes to get back to the outside of the Hub, and now Ianto would finally be allowed to do something Jack usually did, something Ianto had always wanted to try on an unsuspecting ‘victim’. On some level he was sure this made him a child, but at the moment Ianto Jones could care less. He stepped up on to the stone that covered the lift in to the Hub and looked down at Edwin.

"But right in the middle of that battle there was this sudden cry from the east and the whole army just paused to find out what could have made that notice. We’d heard pain before but not like this. We all just froze, both sides, looking out on the field until we spotted this lump on the ground. It was huge, I mean really huge and we weren’t sure what it was but we were all pretty sure it hadn’t been there before. It didn’t take long to figure out what it was because bouncing around it and making a sound like a wounded animal was another lump. We all sort of gathered around it and we realized just what it was.” He swallowed. “On that planet there are these deer like creatures, but you can’t see them. They’re fur has a shimmer element, it makes it so you never notice them. We guessed one must have wander out in feat and been shot, because it had become visible and out of longing for help it’s child had also shown itself. We were all so shocked we didn’t know what to say or do. No one fired, no one spoke, we all just sort of stood there until someone from my side stepped forward to try and comfort the horse-sized fawn.” He kept driving, looking over at Ianto for a moment. 

“Kind of ironic.” Ianto said quietly. “I ask for something stunning and you tell me of war. A ceasefire true enough, but a battle none the less. Is there nothing out that that just has simple beauty to it for you Jack? A sunrise on a clear warm morning? A cuppa on a cold winter’s day? Surely there must be something like that out there?”

“Journal.” He corrected on impulse. “And it seems to be.Which parts have you been reading this time?”

A visible shift of expression washed over the young receptionist. It was impossible to stay mad or even slightly miffed at Jack when he did things like that. Ianto couldn’t help but shake his head and give a coy smile.

"It’s not a trick." He said easily as he continued his work, trying to get a fix on the city to see if there were any more Gelph about. "Welcome to My TARDIS. It’s like… a pocket dimension. It only looks small outside. It’s very useful for storage space." He pulled his scanner down from it’s place at the top of the ship’s stock. "And one wouldn’t scan for zombies, since it’s not zombies we’re looking for. If we were on a planet with that capability I’d say we should but in this case it’s just aliens." 

“If this is an alien ship then won’t it just identify all of the humans out there?” Ianto questioned. “And what does that make ‘you’?”

 It only now occurred to him that he had stepped right in to an alien craft with what was likely an alien pilot. This was not how most abductees would describe their encounters or experiences being abducted by aliens. Most were not tricked on to a statue-looking pocket ship.

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“Journal.” He corrected on impulse. “And it seems to be.Which parts have you been reading this time?”

“Journal.” He corrected on impulse. “And it seems to be.Which parts have you been reading this time?”

“When was the last time we actually talked?” Ianto almost mumbled as he gingerly picked up his book. “We’ve both been busy of late. Seems there’s never an end to things that need to be done around here.”