Defying Newton (T3 members)

[Dr Alistair Hubble]

It all started out like an ordinary day. Wake up, brush your teeth, comb your hair, get dressed—that sort of thing. Routines, it’s how they got to control your life but you weren’t declared insane or anything. Just brilliant, that’s what they called you just brilliant. This was the home to the brightest people in society wither they tested out to be or not it. You got here for the things you did. Alistair got here because he just happened to take his fiddle to show and tell and play a few songs he figured out on his own. His teacher told someone over a coffee, they told someone else and somehow the events got word to the government. Then his father being as naïve as he was signed the forms and sent his little boy off to school. His mother had nothing to do with it because she was roughly six light years away from the Earth, on Pluto.

Sun light poured into the playroom. Everyone was being buried with doing whatever they did. Some pondered over a game of chess, some read books, some wrote, some just talked. Alistair sat in a corner of his own holding his plushy polar bear that he had since he was around six thinking. He still had the bear because it was something he could hold, it was tangible. He was thirty-six years old and still slept with the thing. Standing up he wandered over to the warden who was watching them like a hawk.

“I was wondering…..may I go to the washroom?” The man still held his teddy as he was scared they might get rid of the thing if he were to leave it alone.
“Will you come back this time, Doctor Hubble?” she asked ever so sweetly. It seemed unrealistic almost.
“If the properties of time and space haven’t somehow caused a wormhole, then I suppose I will.”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes…..”
“Don’t make me send Cedric after you again.”
“Yessem.”

Walking down the empty corridors he smiled to himself. He didn’t really have to go use the loo. It was an excuse to go for a stroll before the long night being watched as he studied the heavens. Clutching his teddy bear he wandered down the hallway and pondered over how he was warping time and space ever so slightly as he walked. He was making a dent so slight no one could feel it. Was there a race out there that could feel the ever so slight adjustments to the imaginary grid of space-time? Alistair didn’t know about Time Lords, they could but that was beyond him. Beyond most Humans; Humans were so young compared to the universe that stood beyond them. He wondered if his mother had found life on Pluto. It was supposed to be barren wasteland according to the New Horizon’s DATA that NASA had.

A door was standing ajar. Being as curious as he was Alistair looked inside. There stood a metal box. It intrigued the young scientist. He peered in, the coast it seemed was clear. So he walked up to the box. Alistair ran a hand over it. He let himself feel the cool metal run a synapse down his hand. Shivering he examined the exterior of the box. There was a hatch, he opened it and stepped inside. The scientists that were hidden breathed as they watched from the observation window.

“Get ready boys. I believe Ally’s got himself hooked on science.”
“I’m at the ready when you are sir. Systems are all clear.”

The hatch closed behind him as he settled down in the machine. There was a red button as well as some other dials. “I wonder what this button does….” He mused. Then he pushed it.

“I repeat all systems go.”

The machine activated. “I say this appears to be a---- no but that’s impossible….” The machine hummed and he fell straight back into his seat. The G Force was too much for him and all became dark.

“Sir we have a problem. The machine appears to be stuck in space-time. We need to report this to control. Sir----- it’s gone.”
“Well we need to get it back, make a new one, I dunno. Their gonna kill us for loosing Hubble.”

••

The rift took over; she weaned the vessel though the rest of space time into a little town known as Cardiff, Wales. A metal box spun into the city and landed in the city center of Rohal Dahl Plass. Stirring inside Alistair woke up. He held onto his teddy as he forced the hatch open and wandered out. “By Einstein I say this isn’t Canada anymore.” He looked around and realized according to his textbooks this had to be a place earlier in time; sometime around the twenty-first century. “Hmmm, I wonder where this is….and I suppose when is also a good question. Well, I could get a post I suppose rather than ask and look like a complete idiot,” he mused. It was early in the morning and it was empty. No paper boys were insight or any sort of bulletin at all. Sighing he spotted a Tourist Office. It just had to be the best day of his life. He was finally free from the wrath of The Intuition. Giving it a second thought he put his bear on top of the machine and hulled it in the direction of the office.

Struggling with the door he opened it and dragged, man, machine, and bear into the small office. Around were pamphlets of various things to do in Cardiff. “So that’s where this is, Cardiff. Oh deary me this is far away from home. Not to mention Wales and I don’t even have a passport. Not that it would be valid…. ” Alistair whispered to himself. He spotted a man at the counter.

“Excuse me, I was wondering the best way to er….” Hesitating he created a back up story. He looked around and recalled various universities in the area, Cardiff University. Good now for a story. He sounded out of place with his Canadian accent. Then again he was very out of place. “Cardiff University. See I have this science project,” he gestured to the box. “I’m new here. Wouldn’t even know anything; completely lost, never been to Wales before or the United Kingdom for that matter. Or even abroad…. Farthest I’ve been from home would be Ottawa.” Ottawa was Canada’s capital. Some of it was true like the Canada bit and never being aboard. “Hell, my parents went farther like to the states for this Physics conference in California, and my mum went to space…. I guess that’s oh say….around…” he calculated the number in his head. “Around six light years away from here.” Opps that said a little too much but how was some tourist worker to know that six light years away from Earth was Pluto?

[pande]

[ How would some tourist worker know that six light years away from Earth was Pluto? – When he’s Ianto Jones. ;D ]

It had been a rather quiet morning, but, mind you, ever since the hub-bub of Liz joining their ranks, it had been rather quiet. There was less alien activity, in fact, there was less everything. With a sigh Ianto had relaxed comfortably back in his chair, in one hand was From Russia, With Love – his favorite James Bond book. In his other hand, was a coffee mug. He set it down on the stool next to him placed there for specifically that purpose and smiled. He cracked open the well-worn book and started reading on the first page. Instantly he was swept up into a world in intrigue, chaos, passion – and espionage. Ianto briefly entertained the thought of how good he would have been at espionage. He was nearly at chapter two when suddenly the door of the front for Torchwood rattled open with a loud bang and then came the sounds of something large and bulky being dragged in. Ianto, assuming that it was Jack bringing in yet another dead alien corpse, didn’t get up.

Then he realized that his conclusion was wrong. The sound was from something metallic – and therefore not Jack. Ianto’s eyebrows raised as he got up from his chair (which was just now warmed to perfection, curses!) parted the hanging beads with a low chime and walked through them. He was shocked to find a man with a dark tuff of hair, and a rather harried expression on his face. Ianto lifted an eyebrow and paused. He didn’t say anything, his eyes having been drawn towards the large-ish metal box with a polar bear stuffed animal on the top. The man looked extremely out of place. He was talking to himself until he caught sight of Ianto. The Welsh resisted the urge to jump as the man suddenly started talking to him – Canadian. Ianto’s eyebrow lifted up higher as he heard the man speak.

He could tell almost instantly that there was something amiss with this man, he seemed all wrong here. In the sense that Jack seemed wrong. Ianto couldn’t pin-point it, but he knew something was up. He blinked and leaned back a little when the man said that his mother was working on Pluto. Pluto. Ianto did his best to contain himself, obviously this man was one of the local nutters. Still, Ianto felt obligated to help him, “Of course, sir.” Ianto said, stepping out from around the counter, he grabbed at the brochure of the Cardiff University and held it out. He felt a little bit of pity for the man, “Would you like me to show you the way? I’d hate for you and you…” he looked at the box, if it was a science experiment, then it was a very strange one, “science project to get lost.” He offered the man an easy – and he hoped trust-worthy smile.

[Dr Alistair Hubble]

[[Ianto Jones knows everything...doesn't he?]]

Blushing slightly he realized he was still in his uniform from the future. It was weird though being in some uniform from the future. Perhaps he looked like one of the characters from some modern twenty-first century sic-fi show. Honestly Alistair wouldn’t know as he didn’t watch much old telle. They mostly let them watch the BBC world news (yes it was still around) or educational programs. When they were children they got to watch some childish movies yet they were selected only if they had a literature book accompanying them so they could compare the inaccuracies of the film to the book. He hoped the man didn’t notice that either. He was so very out of place it wasn’t funny. A part of him wondered if this would cause a paradox. Would it? Physics wasn’t that advanced yet to know about the sort of things he mused that the time machine of a box was an experiment of some sorts. So scientists of his day and age wouldn’t know about the sort of thing. Ally would have to write up some sort of paper. Yes, that sounded like a good plan indeed.

“That’s probably a good idea. I dunno even how I got from point alpha to point beta per say. I think I could figure it out if I got a proper black board with some chalk….never really liked white boards. The pens always dye out and it gets pretty messy. Then again they never let us play with them due to recherché of toxins. Simple physics I should think….never can remember half of the formulas though. Would need a book for that. Not too hard to find, you have places you can get books eh? Might be able to find it on the net if I brose the right things. I don’t have anything with me sides my space pen, my notebook, and Ursa here….” He grabbed the stuffed polar bear from the top and held him close. “Oh dear I don’t have any money.” He realized everything as he began speaking. As a second though he took out his pad and space pen and began calculating some formulas on the pad of paper. Soon it was back into his pockets when he could no longer ‘see’ the problem in his head. The poor man never dealt with money before or had anything because the government paid for everything for him. Anything he needed he just had to ask, or his parents would ship him things but here he was parentless and didn’t even have so much as a bank account. This was very bad indeed. Sliding down against the box he held the bear and was so very lost. He didn’t know anybody and if he was to tell this Welshman the whole story he would never believe him. Hell no one would. At least that’s what he thought…. Because he didn’t know about Torchwood. No, not a thing.

It wasn’t a science project. More like a lucky escape from hell into a much messed up time and place. He didn’t even know how to even live on his own. Hell, he didn’t even know if the thing worked or if he could re program it to get home back to P.E.I. and away from The Intuition. Tears filled up in his eyes and he found himself a jumble in front of the man.

[pande]

[Yeah, he does. <3]

Ianto blinked a little when he noticed that the man was blushing. Presumably over his choice of clothing… which was also something Ianto had never seen in his entire life, well, maybe on old re-runs of Star Trek. Which, of course, screamed alien to the man. But so far this strange, confused adult(?) didn’t see to pose a threat, so Ianto didn’t want to get Jack involved with the problem. The man seemed increasing uncomfortable just being there around this… place? Ianto shifted awkwardly. What was he supposed to tell the man? How did one go about this sort of thing? Ianto had been out in the field, this was still mostly Jack’s turf. Still, he wanted to give it a shot. Learn by doing, not by reading.

He blinked several more times as the man suddenly started to ramble about math, supposedly at him. Ianto took a step back, a little intimidated by the suspected crazy person. Suddenly we felt a wave of pity for the man. He was out of his time, or his planet. It must be a scary scary experience for the man to go through. He seemed so venerable holding his bear that Ianto felt his heart go out to the other. Without fully meaning to he took several steps forward and he instantly grabbed the man – who was now starting to cry – into his arms and held him, and the white polar bear stuffed animal.

“Shhhhh,” Ianto found himself saying, he felt rather like a parent consoling a small child who was lost. “I can help you,” he murmured gently. “I can help you out, trust me. Would you like some hot chocolate?” Given the disposition of the male and the edge of hysteria that he MUST be at, Ianto thought it wise not to offer coffee. Wait. Did they HAVE coffee where this man was from? Hang on. He didn’t know his name either! Ianto mentally blanched. “My name’s Ianto Jones, what’s yours?” he asked, trying to be as friendly as he could without seeming like the creepy neighborhood guy.

[Dr Alistair Hubble]

[[The Doctor wants me to tell you, "No you don't because nobody can know everything. Not even me and I've been around for a very long time."]]

It sort of looked like some sort of space suit; one piece sort of arrangement with a big black zipper down the middle with some patches, lost in a sea of blue fabric. Either he looked like a sci-fi geek trying to go to a convection or he was out of his time. It was second of the probabilities. The Intuition had these odd requirements on what they had to wear, and what they had to do and when they had to do things. He was partly scared that they would show up any moment from now and haul him away and never let the poor fellow from their sight ever again. Practically he was the one who ran away in the first place so he would be put to blame. It wasn’t like they would just let him go back to P.E.I since he saw too many things. Either send him back home with a ticket to a mental intuition or just keep him where he was as he wasn’t really that mental. Just brilliant in their words, simply too clever for his own good (or societies in their mind).

Then he was pulled close to the Welshmen and held there. He collapsed into an ocean of tears. Still clinging on to his stuffed bear that was always was his comfort of home he just let out all his worries and emotions out from his system. The shrink at The Intuition always told him that was best. What was his name? Doctor Malone, that was right. The guy practically had affairs with everyone there. Either you talked or they made you talk using very unorthodox techniques. Alistair never understood why they even had a shrink when they were all brilliant persons. He never implicated the point of it expect they had to be mental for having to speak with a shrink. Yet he never thought himself as having a mental issue, maybe they all were crazy there because they understood things most people couldn’t wrap their heads around, take Quantum Mechanics for an example. Sounds really complicated to understand they way atoms and tiny particles work right? Wrong, it was pretty explanatory once you got the hang of it.

Nodding he realized he would like some hot chocolate. He hadn’t had the stuff since he was around six. His dad used to make it for him all the time. The thought of his father made him even gloomier, but on the other hand it made his dreams of time travel a reality. Every physicist in the twenty-fifth century wanted time travel to be made possible. Who didn’t? He realized he asked him his name and he found himself stuttering, “Alistair Hubble, most people call me Ally though.”

[pande]

[[ ppffftttttt~! Well. Yeah. True. XD Awww… you made Ianto go off and sulk. I need him as my muse! Curse you! ]]

Ianto wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do when the older male started to bawl his eyes out on Ianto’s shoulder. So he smiled and simply held the weeping male tenderly. It made a feeling of protectiveness blossom in his chest as he comforted the grieving and lost male. He started to hum softly, not any particular tune, just something that popped into his head. He felt the male nod against his shoulder for the hot coco. Ianto grinned; making drinks was something he could do amazingly well. It was his best talent. He pushed away from the man and smiled charmingly.

He looked at the male as he suddenly offered his name, “Ally, that’s an interesting name. Not something you hear around very often, isn’t it?” He asked. He moved off just a little, “Tell you what, why don’t you come behind my desk and I’ll get you a cup of hot chocolate.” Ianto said. He realized a second later that the male he was talking to was older than him, and that Ianto was treating him like a small child.

Ianto blanched, “I’m sorry sir,” he babbled suddenly, unsure of what he should be saying. It was just so hard not to father the ki---adult. Adult. With a stuffed polar bear on his arms. But still an adult none the less. Yet Ianto was at a loss of how to conduct himself towards Ally.

[Dr Alistair Hubble]

[[don't cry Ianto.... Doctor gets a wee bit angsty at times...]]

It was almost second nature for him to cling on to him like he had nothing better to do. He was extremely childish for his age; yet it wasn’t his fault because he never really could learn to grow up in an environment where they childed you all the time. He actually learned to take some of their crap and give into them, play their game of politics and then get pissed off later. A lot of people didn’t though; some of them were more arrogant than he was. Some of them just walked up to the aids and warrens and just lost their hats. It was a sad thing to watch because then they were just assorted back to the lab and they made them work on whatever until it was finished. Luckily for him he didn’t have to go back to a lab because his personally specialty was astrometry and music. He would either be at the black board solving equations, messing around with the various pieces of astrotechnology, or be forced to play Mozart. Yet it all tied in the end because he made a wonderful paper about music and how it coincided with String Theory.

“I wouldn’t know,” he noted very quietly still hiccupping tears. “I suppose Ianto isn’t that common where I’m from either. It’s all where you live I guess. Apparently Alistair is from a Scottish origin. It means ‘man’s defender.’ I don’t really feel that defensive though, unless you call a -----.” He said too much as he was about to tell him about the box being a little more than a metal box. “Sorry, I’m just a little lost is all.” the man ended up saying to divert the topic away from things that could get him in very big trouble with both the universe and the future Canadian Government. Again he nodded and found himself obediently obeying Ianto’s orders and followed him behind the desk. He was very loyal and rather like a dog. He would do just about what anyone told him if it seemed reasonable. The Intuition had rubbed off of him over the years and he just became like that. Before he was sent away he was much more individualistic yet that place changed him and nobody noticed sides for himself.

Wiping his tears way with his sleeve he looked around at things behind the desk. He noted there was a compute of very old technology for his knowledge base and he of course got very curious. They didn’t exactly have keyboards and mousses where he came from. It was all sensory activated. Either you spoke to the machine, or touched it but you had to remember all of the various complicated computer commands. That and go behind it and fix it if it failed to produce the proper DATA. It seemed they glitches all the time back home. Maybe things here were not so very different. It looked simple enough to conquer. He liked pulling things apart and seeing how they worked and trying to put them back together again. Sometimes it was a good skill like with his telescopes he would toy with them until they worked. He goggled at the desktop with a glee of a five year old. “May I see your computer for a moment? I would like to find that formula. It will only be a few moments I should think…..” Ianto called him Sir which made him feel odd. Nobody ever called him that it was always just Ally, Alistair, Hubble, or Doctor Hubble if they really wanted to be formal. “Ally please,” he corrected. “If you wish to be formal…. Dr. Hubble will do just fine. PhD in Astronomy and Performing Arts if you really must know,” Then he paused thinking and he realized that he didn’t have his fiddle with him. “Not that the second really matters because it seems I don’t have a fiddle to fiddle anymore.”

[pande]

[[ Don’t they all? –pats Ianto- He’s comforted. ]]

Ianto smiled as the older, yet younger male clung to his arm. He felt like someone important right now. Like he was the kid’s lifeline to sanity in this new and strange world. Oddly enough, Ianto was willing to give the male while he needed it. As they walked the short distance from the front of the tour shop to the back where his coffee machine was, he listened to the male breath. Ianto’s thoughts drifted as he started to think about what would happen to him if he was suddenly transported to another planet… or time, or dimension. He knew that Jack would do everything to get him back – especially after he’d lost Toshiko and Owen so close together. Ianto didn’t think that Jack could handle loosing more of his team right now. Being so distracted, Ianto stubbed his tone on the corner of his door and blinked, his eyes bright with tears as he bit his lip. With a murmured curse he looked at Ally as they male started to talk.

He laughed, “True.” He agreed with a nod of his head. Ianto tilted his head to the side as Ally said what his name meant. It was ironic since that’s what Ianto did normally – for his job. He gave Ianto a goofy grin as he listened to the broken, yet whole logic of Alistair as he started the process of making yet another amazing cup of coffee and an equally amazing cup of hot chocolate. Ianto raised an eyebrow, he knew now that Alistair was keeping something from him, but it wasn’t his business – everyone had secrets. Ianto had secrets, granted, he kept secrets badly and they tended to try and kill people… but still. He had his secrets. So he decided to be fair and not pry, though that was very hard to do. Ianto looked over as he noticed the interest Alistair had given his computer. He nodded his head slowly, not quite sure if the male would be able to use the computer – it was rather old. Jack had kept promising to get him anew one… but somehow Ianto doubted that he would get one any time soon.

Ianto raised his eyebrows in an impressed way as Ally listed off his credentials. They really had nothing to do with Torchwood, but Ianto had a strange feeling that the male would somehow fit in with them. Ianto laughed heartily and finished off the mugs of warm drink. He walked over to Ally’s let side and placed the mug down next to Ally’s hand and sipped at his own drink. Perfect. “I’m sure there is a fiddle store or two around here that will let you play. How good are you?” Ianto asked, curious. He nodded his head in the direction of the computer and smiled, “Go ahead and use that Ally.” Ianto said with a smile.

He took a few more minutes and studied the male as he sipped at his drink. So childish for one so old, was he really human? He looked human. Moved human, seemed human. But then again, so did other aliens. Human guises, human hosts, human slaves… Ianto shuddered mentally and looked around his comforting and quaint little workspace. Safe, that’s what this place was. Safe. Ianto found his eye wandering over to the strange box and the polar bear plushie, just what was that box?

[Dr Alistair Hubble]

Tears a simple body reaction caused by irritation in the eyes or extreme emotions; simple really, explainable unlike other things. Some things were just not meant to be explained. Like time travel or if there was something out there beyond humanity such as the old age question of wither or not there was really a god out there. Honestly Ally didn’t believe in a god. His reasoning was purely how could there be a god out there when he amongst other brilliant people be locked up in that place? That and he was a scientist and god just didn’t seem likely to him. Although he wasn’t in complete denial about it because he did accept the fact that there could be a god or something out there yet perhaps it just didn’t fit in with his life. Who knew really? Some believed and some just lost faith; it was always like that. Ianto meant something to him, because he was kind and opening to him. That meant so much to him no words could put it to paper. That’s how much it meant to the out placed male.

Sliding down on the stool he continued eyeing the computer. “I could look you up if you like.” Practically he was fighting himself not to touch the piece of ancient technology. He wanted to just touch the keyboard and play with it to see what it did or move the rounded object that rested on a pad. What was it called? He tried to think back to some of the movies and television shows he watched --- nothing came to mind. Sides for the name of the keyboard because that made sense. Yet if he asked the man called Ianto what it was called, that would give him away. That would give everything away and might just get locked up again making it easier for him to be recaptured by the people that held him to their uses of scientific exploration. That scared him more than anything. So he sat with his polar bear close to him so he wouldn’t go tampering with the Welshmen’s computer without permission.

“How good am I?” he repeated in a daze. “I--- hmmm well I can play a lot of New Brunswick tunes…. Some Irish stuff and some Scottish…..as well as some classical stuff---they made me learn Mozart and such.” He shook his head as he was reminded of them. They made him play all sorts of stuff. He hated most of it, yet loved a bunch of it. He laughed slightly, “I wrote my thesis paper on violin vibrations and String Theory. Now I look back on it, it was rubbish. I think my other paper was better…. It was the only reason why I got the music degree cos of my curiosity in Physics. Otherwise it was more of a hobby that I picked up when I was young. Why do you play?”

Beaming he let go of the bear and hastily began looking closer at the computer. He pulled out his glasses from his pocket and pushed them up on his nose and looked down at the main hard drive. For a moment he seemed confused with the technology and then by accident shoved the mouse when he reached for the cup of hot chocolate. The computer almost magically activated back to the main screen. Putting the cup down again as he discovered this he looked down at the mouse and clicked it. It did nothing. Then he bit his lip as he thought and examined the desktop and moved the mouse over an icon that appeared to be the internet. He clicked it several time and the screen changed. This excited him more and he began typing away at the key board which did nothing. A little annoyed he tried playing with the mouse again clicking and then typing at the text area on the Google page. This was something rather simple, yet complex. He liked it. It amused him, he began typing away to see if he could find the physic formulas. Over five dozen hits came up and he frowned. Nothing was right. As a second thought he moved the mouse to the html area and typed in some websites he knew of. When he hit the enter key the page showed up as nonexistent. “For the love of Einstein,” he muttered and then clicked a few more buttons in experiment of the moment. The page went back to home and he typed in ‘astrophysical formulas.’ Nothing came up. Nothing useful anyways; sighing he looked at the hot coco and picked it up sipping it and then went back to toying with the internet. For a while he searched. He even clicked various links and explored them. NASA had nothing. It was complete scientific crap. Old, all old stuff. See the field he was in grew much since this century and everything was all wrong. “It’s outdated.” He ended up saying as he set the mug down. “I’m gonna need some books.” Then for Ianto he typed in ‘Ianto’ in the search engine and clicked the result. “It says Ianto is the Welsh for John which means ‘the lord is gracious.’ Oh and by the way you make epic coco.”

[[when I first did this it actually came up with Ianto Jones…. Which was epic.]]

[pande]

Ianto looked at Ally for a few minutes and then smiled, “If you’d like.” He consented with a laugh. Ally sure was a strange ki--- adult. Ally was a strange adult. Who acted like a child. It was really rather confusing to the younger male. Ianto focused on not burning his tongue with the hot liquid as he looked at Ally’s obvious fascination with the outdate machine. With an inner chuckle Ianto guessed that the equipment was even more out of date by Ally’s time in the world. Ianto suddenly frowned at the disturbing thought. By the time Ally rolled around he wouldn’t be around. Jack probably would however. Ianto shifted as he tried not to think to carefully on what the future would hold for him. That would require him to think about his own mortality and that was never a pleasant thing.

Ianto returned his attention to Ally and sipped idly at his still hot drink as the male listed off composers that Ianto had never actually heard of in his life. Now he was going to have to do a complete study session on musical composers. Wouldn’t do for him not to know about them if Ally knew them; besides, they would have much more to talk about if Ianto knew. He listened interestedly as Ally rattled off about his paper on … something or other. To tell the truth it rather confused Ianto who just sat there and watched Ally, openly displaying that he had no idea what Ally was talking about. String Theory? Was that current, or future? Ianto was jarred back as Ally asked him a question. “Well, I played the cello for a little. I wasn’t too good at it however. My mum told me I was… eh… ” he shrugged and laughed. He’d had issues learning the string keys and had gotten overly frustrated to the point where his mother had stopped him. Bless her.

Ianto smiled as Ally pulled out a pair of glasses and looked at the computer. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that Ally didn’t have the slightest idea what he was doing. Ianto almost stepped in to help him when the b—man. Man. When the MAN moved the mouse Ianto grinned inwardly. He was impressed with the speed at which Ally was learning how to control the computer. Within seconds the male had gotten onto the internet and was typing up a search on Google. Ianto noticed with a little bit of concern that the male was starting to get more and more depressed that the things he was looking for were simply not popping up. Ianto thought that they must be formulas from the future, and he tried not to look at them. He laughed when Ally commented on the computer, “Ally, I think you’ll find that it’s not outdated. It’s underdated.” He laughed again and then went to take a sip of his coffee.

The he spurted into the coffee cup. He had a sudden dark look on his face as he studied the wood work on the table. John it would have to have been John, wouldn’t it? Now Ianto felt like crap. He almost growled even. Lord is gracious? Ianto silently laughed bitterly, More like the Lord is Ironic. Ianto kept glaring at the wood working, knowing he was being rather unfair, but still he’d have to ask Jack later.