Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood and Buffy, Ianto, Owen, Tosh and Tara would not be dead. They are. Therefore, I do not own....
Ianto Jones frowned at the necklace in Owen’s hands.
“We have no idea what it is. I say box it up until we do.” said Jack.
“Wait. I think I might know what it is.” Ianto said cautiously, reaching for the phone, and tapping it on to speaker almost automatically.
“Hello, New Council, how may I help you?”
“Can you put me through to … oh, what’s his alias this week… Mr Fletcher?”
“Jones. Ianto Jones.”
“Putting you through now, sir.”
There was a moment of silence, and then a Cockney-accented voice said, “Hello?”
“Spike? It’s Ianto. I think I found your lovely Liz Taylor accessory.”
“Really? I thought that went AWOL in LA.”
“Well, I’m looking at it. Want to come pick it up?”
“Is that a good plan? You said doppelganger boy had come through.”
“He had. If I make them promise not to shoot you because you’ll go spaz if they ruin your jacket, will you come?”
“Sure. I’ll get Red to send me through. Give me five.”
The phone started beeping. Ianto grinned. A burst of energy left the others stunned, followed by them all pointing their guns at the newcomer.
Spike smiled at Ianto.
“Hello, Yan.” He said.
“Hello, father.” said Ianto Jones.