jooles34 | Something to Talk About 3/?

Title: Something to Talk About 3/?
Author: emyrldlady & jooles34
Word Count: 623
Genre: Torchwood / Primeval crossover
Rating/Warnings: G-ish. This follows canon so is not Denial friendly
Spoilers: Set mid S2 – Torchwood / S3 - Primeval
Disclaimer: As much as we’d like to lay claim to cute suited and fedora wearing hotties, sadly we do not own the boys.
Characters: Features Ianto and Connor but all Torchwood and Primeval teams will appear.
Beta: Beta for each other.
A/N: This began as a one shot that is being continued. Emyrldlady and Jooles34 will be taking turns to write as the story progresses, each from a different POV.
A/N2: Part one. Part two.
A/N3: HUGE thanks to kerry_louise for the fabulous icons she has made for us.

“Huh. That’s weird.”

Connor peered at his computer and the readouts appearing on its screen. He had run a Google search for Ianto Jones, his birthday, and the Welsh Tourist board. He was fully expecting to get nothing and to then have a little hack into the Tourist Board’s private systems to look up Ianto’s details. He’d come up with a decent lie afterwards.

What he wasn’t expecting was his system to throw up a warning that his search had been flagged by another computer somewhere.

His fingers raced over the keys and he used his high level security clearance to chase the information coming into his computer.

“What the hell?”

“What the hell what?”

Connor spun on his chair to see Abby standing behind him.

“There’s this guy I know, friend from uni. I bumped into him last week in London when I was waiting for Lester. Thought I’d look him up, see how he was doing, you know, after…everything…I just got to thinking you know? You should keep hold of any friends you can yeah?”

Abby nodded quietly.

“Anyway, someone doesn’t want me looking for him. Searching for him has set off all theses security procedures somewhere. They’re looking for my personnel file now. Well, let’s give them this.”

Connor’s fingers tackled the keys again and his security clearance and photo appeared on the screen.

“If Ianto’s seeing this he’ll recognise me.”

The information on the computer screen stopped running. Abby leaned on the back of Connor’s chair as they both waited to see what would happen next.

“So, this Ianto bloke, you were good friends?”

“Yeah. He was the mate that wasn’t Tom or Duncan. He was in the year above me and totally different faculty and left before I started my Masters, but he worked in a local coffee shop I used to go to and we got to know each other. Our dad’s had similar views about fatherhood. He had an amazing memory, got everyone’s orders right every time. And he used to do these songs and poems and stuff. And now he’s all suited and weird. I thought I could get him to chill out a bit again. But now I think there’s more to…wait a minute…”

Information started scrolling across the screen again and Connor leant forwards, eyes scanning trying to make sense of it.

Suddenly the screen went blank and an image of Ianto appeared that looked like a security ID card photo.

The word “Torchwood” appeared underneath. Connor’s eyes lit up.

“Torchwood? No way!”

“What’s Torchwood?”

“Oh my god Abby, it’s amazing. There’s been all these internet rumours for years about this agency that monitors alien life coming to Earth and stuff. We’re talking bigger and even more secret than the ARC. This is aliens Abby! This is proof aliens come to Earth. And Ianto…it looks like Ianto works for them. That would explain the suit I suppose. And why they got so upset with me looking for him.”

New words appeared on the screen.

“Cappuccino, extra frothy; never any chocolate on top. I’ll show you yours if you show me mine.”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s Ianto that is; he’s letting me know it’s him, but he’s testing me. Whoever was trying to block my entry attempts can obviously see my security clearance. I’ve made him curious. He was always curious. And he never laughed at any of my theories.”

Connor typed back; “Always chocolate on top, double when no one’s looking. Where are you? Why do you hide? Where is that moonlight trail that leads to your side? Email?”

“It’s the song he was asked to sing the most often.” Connor grinned up at Abby. “This could be about to get interesting!”