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Codename: Victory - Prologue

Title: Codename: Victory
Author:
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Rating: PG-13 (for now)

Characters: Ianto, Jack, Rhiannon, Tosh, Owen, Gwen, The Doctor (10th), Torchwood One Team, Others
Spoilers: Starts beginning of TW season 1 and DW season 3

Summary: Ianto Jones has been searching for information about who he is his entire life. Canary Wharf gave him some answers and a whole new set of questions.

Disclaimer:  BBC drew them, I just like to color outside their lines.

A/N: No Beta - If you are interested let me know. First time for this fandom, but have written for others. Comments are appreciated. This story started as a result of looking through a travel guide to Wales and a certain picture of Cardiff that will be posted later on to give the title a lot more meaning.

 

It had been 2 weeks or two thousand years since he had been in his original time stream. As he glanced out over Cardiff from his perch and back down again to see the leader of Torchwood 3 cross the Plass to the hub, he thought back over the advice he had been given by the elders before he left.

Keep hidden, stay safe

The past is not to dwell on

The small details hold the key
Live and love alongside them

Cherish your heritage as it defines you
All things end in time.

Guard them and persevere

Even in the darkest hour, there is hope

Truth is where you least expect to find it
Protect and seek knowledge, for it will save your life

Your heart will never fail you
Time will bring you home.


Bloody lot of sense that made. Might as well have said, try not to get caught, help out if you can and, oh yes, if time screws with you again, not to worry, your heart will be fine and time will bring you back to where you need to be. Enigmatic? Certainly. Helpful? I think not.

From the first moment the flash of golden light had burned through his mind during the battle of Canary Wharf,  Ianto had known that everything was about to change. He had joined Torchwood in an attempt to find out more about who he was and what had happened to the others of his kind. He had found a home there amongst the artifacts and archives, cherishing each new scrap of information on his race like a long lost treasure. He had quickly made himself indispensible to the archive team, and became well liked for perpetrating the daily collective coffeegasm for the secure archive department. For the first time since his mother had died, he felt like he was somewhere where he belonged.

That all changed when Yvonne Hartman found the void sphere.

When he was brought in the room to catalogue it for the archive, Ianto was so nauseous; he nearly lost his lunch on Hartman’s shoes. After the ghost shifts started, his sense of unease had grown until he was certain that it was only a matter of time until whatever was coming through brought destruction in its wake.

 
He wasn’t wrong. Not long after The Doctor arrived, all hell broke loose.


He and five others had managed to escape to the archive mainframe room and were in the process of locking down the secure archives when they heard the tell-tale sound of metal feet on the interior stairs a few floors above. Closing the mainframe ballast doors would only hold them back for so long, and with two pulse pistols, a particle rifle, and Torchwood issue revolvers as ammo, they weren’t going to last long in a standoff. After shutting down the mainframe and placing an EMP pulse on a remote detonator near the ballast door, he and the others ran down the hallway to the secure archives. At the secure station he managed to dial out to T3 in hope that he could at least download or transmat some of the information that neither the Daleks, nor the Cyberman should ever get their hands on. After six rings he finally managed to get an answer.

“Harkness," said a distinctly American voice. “I don’t know who you are and how you got this number, but this better be good and you better be good looking.”

Ianto was stunned for a moment, but the banging on the mainframe door down the hall jolted him back to the task at hand. “Jones, T1 Secure Archives Sir,” he said. “I take it you are aware that we are under attack by Cyberman and Daleks?”

There was silence for a moment before he received a reply.

“Daleks? Are you certain? Cyberman and Daleks at the same time? That’s impossible.”

Ianto pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and replied, “Unless you know of another race of self important pepper pots, we have them in spades. Look, I don’t care if you believe me, but I have a team of five people here that need a transmat code and mainframe access to T3 as we have about ten minutes to get the entirety of the secure archives moved and download if you don’t want the metal bastards to get their hands on it.”

“Hold on,” Harkness replied. Ianto sighed. They didn’t have time for this. A glance down the hall showed that they were now shooting at the seam trying to weaken it so that they could pry it open.

“I’m back. Jones was it? Meet Toshiko Sato our computer tech, she should be able to guide you through what you need.”

“Let’s get the download running first,” said Toshiko, “Enter stream code XT1-8957AT-XT3 and it should start, let me know once the data steam starts pulsing a 6 or an 8 to ensure that it’s working.”

Ianto quickly relayed the information and Perkins gave him a thumbs up once the download started. “We’re good to go Miss Sato. How ‘bout that transmat, we have about three pallets of items that we need to send your way now, the rest will have to be locked in with us as the EMP pulse will take out the transmat after we fire it.”

“Understood,” replied Toshiko, “and please call me Tosh. Will the EMP disable the download as well?”

“Not likely, we are sending it via the secure archive internal computer. It will be inside of the archive door frame once we set off the pulse so it should be fine,” stated Ianto.


Tosh quickly gave them the codes for the transmat and the team started loading and sending the items over to T3. Once they were done, Ianto took another glance down the hallway. He could see metal fingers pushing the door apart, they were out of time.

“Thanks T1, all sent and accounted for,” came Harkness’s voice. “Tosh says that the download should take another six minutes. Is your team safe?”

Ianto took a quick glance at the five other archivists and they back to the door behind him. Making a decision, he grabbed three other EMP pulse emitters off the shelf and nodding to Perkins, stepped back into the hallway, closing and dead locking the secure archive doors.

“They are now Sir,” he said with more calm then he felt. He heard his name being called over his com and he told them that he was alright and had another way out before wishing his team well and turning off the connection to his coworkers behind him.

“Jones?” Harkness’s voice sounded anxious.

“They have enough water and air for about 36 hours Sir. They are on sublevel 6 cross-section 9 of the secure archives,” responded Ianto. Before Harkness could comment he added, “I’ll buy you a drink when this is over if you can try not to make a comment on the numbers and make sure that they make it out alive, deal?”

“Consider it done Jones,” smirked Harkness. “Next time you are in Cardiff I plan on collecting that drink, and convincing you to join my team. Oh, the name is Jack by the way.”

Ianto started tossing the remaining EMP pulses towards the door as he replied.

“Item SI-8956-1205-TDH is on the pallet for the last load, it’s the one you have requested several times that Hartman keeps blocking you on. Please consider it an advance for your help today. Tosh, Jack, it’s been an honor. I’m activating the pulse emitters now. Ianto Jones out.”

Ianto had taken a deep breath and held it as the doors finally gave way with a loud crash. He waited for half a second until they were in range and then crouched below an upturned desk before he hit the button activating all of the EMP’s at once. The room seemed to flex on itself, followed by a domino-like cascade of crashing metal and then silence. Peaking around the corner of the desk, Ianto saw that the doors were literally plugged with fallen Cybermen. It had worked.

 

He only had a moment to smile and laugh out loud at this small victory before he was engulfed in the blaze of golden light and the pain began.

 

Now that Ianto was back in Cardiff in his own time, he wanted to meet the faces behind the voices that had helped him at Canary Wharf so long ago. He had checked and Jack had made good on his promise to ensure the well being of his team. After the stories he had heard about the leader of Torchwood 3, Ianto was more than a little surprised to see that he had followed through. As he watched the Plass once more, the hardly inconspicuous land rover with TORCHWOOD on the side left the hub with said leader at the wheel. Not for the first time, he wondered if promising to buy him a drink was such a good idea. Harkness’s response of offering him a job at T3 made him even more curious about the man. Knowing that there was only one way to settle his mind, he crouched and launched himself skyward after him, determined to see the man himself and decide if Torchwood was to be part of his life once more.

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