Ianto's World: City Of The Damned

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Part One: Eye Candy For All


An Alleyway: London: 2009, Day 4 of the 456 Incident

The man known as John Hart walked down a narrow side street, oddly underdressed. His normal red coat was gone, replaced with a faded grey t-shirt, torn jeans, and old trainers. It was clear that he did not want to stand out for once. As he walked, he mumbled quietly to himself.

"C'mon Eye Candy. Where are you? Shouldn't be that hard to track you down. And according to my calculations, you should be here by. . ."

He stopped as a short, well-dressed man appeared in the alleyway, carrying shopping bags. Ianto Jones walked quickly. Jack hated it when he was late, especially in those dark days.

John whistled. "Well, hello again."

Ianto pivoted, his green eyes narrowed. "And what do you want, then? In case you haven't heard, Jack's too busy to play right now."

John chuckled, leering at him. "Oh, Eye Candy. Still so very pretty but so very stupid. I'm not here for Jack."

He pulled out a strange looking gun and fired from the hip. Ianto crumpled, his eyes rolling back in his head, and lay still. John picked him up and tossed the young Welshman over one shoulder.

"Not directly, anyway."


An Old Warehouse, London: Same Day

Meanwhile, in an abandoned warehouse, Captain Jack Harkness was pacing. Ianto had been gone for an awfully long time, and he was beginning to worry that the agents who were on their tail had captured him.

Gwen Cooper watched him warily.

"I'm sure he's fine, Jack. This is Ianto we're talking about after all. He's very resourceful and smart. He's probably just holed up somewhere."

"Then he would have called," Jack snapped back. "He would have found a way to tell me."

He stopped pacing and looked at her, ice blue eyes glowing in determination.

"Something's happened. I'm going to find him."

Gwen sighed, glaring at him. "But what about Thames House? You have to put a stop to what's going on. You're the only one who can, Jack."

Jack shook his head in finality. "I can't lose him, Gwen. I can't lose anyone else."

Before she could stop him, Jack was out the door, nearly bowling Rhys over as he ran.


Abandoned Flats, London: Same Day

Mira Jamerson, time agent, smiled warmly at her companions. The time for retribution was nearly at hand. All they had to do now is find Hart, and he had agreed to go stand trial for the murders of their operatives.

Her smile cooled as the task proved harder than anticipated. "He said he'd meet us at this old abandoned set of flats. But I don't see him anywhere."

Suddenly, her vortex manipulator beeped. She pressed the play button, and a hologram of Hart appeared.

"I'm so sorry, luv, but I'm afraid capturing me isn't going to be so easy. See, here I was, going to turn myself in, and wouldn't you know I had to blunder into another crisis? Now, I can't just let you all take me. So here's the deal. You let me go, and I don't destroy the future. Seems pretty reasonable to me. See you around!"

He vanished and the transmission ended.

Mira glared angrily at the place his projection had been. "Forget the trial. When I catch that bastard, I'm gonna vivisect him."

Susan looked thoughtfully at Mira.

"Well, wasn't that fun girls? Our serial nut bunny has decided he wants to play hero. Take a note Superior Officer," she stressed sardonically, "when the nut bunnies promise you something, never, EVER believe them okay? Makes things so much easier when you remember that point."

Mira sighed. "You're right, of course. I can't believe I was so stupid that I. . ."

She paused, listening, her ear cocked towards the building.

"Anyone else hear. . . scraping?"

Susie didn't change stance but suddenly there was a watchfulness about her as she scanned the area.

"Stationary or mobile?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it's coming from this building."

Mira motioned for the others to follow her stealthily. As they entered the building, she recognized a familiar smell: fear, and a sort of citrusy residue.

"Something strange is going on here," she whispered.

Susie wrinkled her nose at the unfamiliar smell. She knew the smell of fear, but what was the other one? Some sort of sweet, lemony smell? She didn't know but it was oddly familiar, as if she should recognize it. And even more peculiar, it seemed somehow…comforting.

She coughed. "Okay, I don't know about you, but I'm thinking trap…yep…definitely trap." She sighed in exasperation as Mira and Violet continued towards the souce of the smell. "Which totally explains why we're still heading in this direction. Completely natural under the circumstances."

Mira looked over her shoulder, nodding. "I agree it's a trap. But I don't think it's for us. I think it's for. . ."

She was shocked into silence as she opened a door to find a rather handsome young man tied to a bed.

"Ok, maybe it is for us."

Susie stalked over to the bed and stared down at the young man. His eyes were focused and alert but there was no other sign that he was alive. She leaned down until her mouth was almost touching his and stared into his eyes. After a moment she straightened up and turned to the others.

"Paralyzing gloss. Only minutes left to judge by the dilation of his pupils. So, take him with us? Or leave him here for whoever he's intended for? Cause as yummy as he is, I don't think the nut bunny intended us to find him. I could be wrong though."

Mira smirked. "Hmm. . . you have a point there. But the least we can do is get the toxin out of his system."

She pulled out a med kit and injected some anti-venom into the young man's arm. It didn't take long for it to kick in. In minutes, the young man was struggling against the ropes.

"Who are you?" asked Ianto angrily. "Where am I? What did John do to me?"

Mira smiled warmly at him, her violet eyes glittering flirtatiously. "It's ok. You're safe. Well, sorta. I don't know what's going on, but I'm sure someone's coming to find you. You'll be ok."

Still delusional from the poison, he smiled weakly at her. "I have to ask. Are you an angel?"

Susie looked at Mira in shocked amusement. Violet sighed.

"Wow, he really IS out of it isn't he?" crowed Susie, slapping Mira on the back.

Mira ignored her jab and smiled down at the young man. "Do you want me to be?"

He nodded slightly before losing consciousness. Mira looked over at Susie.

"We should probably get out of here. We have to catch Hart at any cost."

Susie nodded. "You're right. I'm guessing our friendly serial is probably halfway across the timestream by now, 'saving the future' or whatever the hell he thinks he's doing. Mira, you know he's not gonna make it to trial don't you?"

She sighed. "I know. And I know better than anyone. Because this time, when I catch him, the General can't stop me. I'll make him pay. For my brother. For Chase. For everyone we lost."

They teleported out, following John's residue beam.

Meanwhile, Jack finally made his way to the abandoned flats, following the gps chip he had installed in Ianto's neck a few weeks before. He rushed to the bed, untying the woozy operative and dragging him outside.

"Ianto! Are you ok?"

Ianto groaned groggily. "Jack? Oh, thank God."

They embraced, Ianto gasping slightly as Jack's lips found his neck.

Suddenly, Ianto tensed, pulling away. "But what about your meeting? Thames House?"

"I don't know. We'll have to get back to the warehouse and see."