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Title: Turn Left, Out of Time
Author: bookwrm89 for the Turn Left, Torchwood Project
Rating: PG-13
Notes: A retelling of Torchwood Series 1, Episode 10 where different decisions are made. Part of the turnleft_tw Challenge.
Reminder: Project participants, don't leave any telling information in comments.


Previously: Random Shoes

"You know why they left you here, don't you?"

Gwen jumped at the sound of Suzie's low voice but kept her eyes on the Weevil she was feeding.

"They don't trust you out in the field, Gwen," Suzie continued relentlessly. "They never wanted you on the team and they don't want you now. They just don't know what else to do with you."

Trembling, the former PC surreptitiously wiped away a tear and tried to ignore the woman in the cell behind her.

"You wouldn't be here at all if I told them about Eugene," Suzie taunted. "You'd be right back in Providence Park on a Thorazine drip so heavy you wouldn't recognise your precious Rhys when he came to visit. If he came to see you."

Gwen whirled around and slammed her hands against the clear walls of Suzie's cell. "Shut up, Suzie," she growled. "Don't you talk about Rhys. Not one word, Suzie Costello."

Suzie smirked as Gwen stalked out of the vaults; it really was too easy to manipulate the former PC. Someday she'd find a way to exploit Gwen's insecurities and ‘humanity' in a way that would get her out of this cell.



Jack, Ianto and Owen stood at the edge of the tarmac and watched the small plane touchdown and taxi to a stop.

"Well, at least it's not a spaceship full of homicidal aliens," Ianto joked as they moved toward the plane.

"You never know, it could still be." Jack grinned at his lover. "I've seen stranger looking spaceships."

Rolling his eyes, Owen shook his head at his two team mates. It was good to see them joking around together. The atmosphere in the Hub had been tense since the whole Eugene Jones incident. It had affected all of them on some level or another, but especially Ianto and Gwen.

Ianto's back injury had been aggravated when Eugene pushed him out of the way of the car and the set-back had left the younger man frustrated and depressed. The doctor had no idea what was wrong with Gwen, but the former PC had been even jumpier than usual.

Jack activated his comm. unit. "Toshiko, pull anything you can find on an airplane named the Sky Gypsy, designation number G-AIDL."

"I'm on it, Jack," Tosh replied.

Their attention was drawn back to the plane when the pilot slid her window open, smiling and waving at them.

"Hello, there," she called climbing out of the plane and striding confidently towards them. "Apologies for the unplanned touchdown, but we hit some rotten turbulence."

"Captain Jack Harkness." Jack smiled as he introduced himself and held out his hand.

"Diane Holmes, pilot," she replied grasping Jack's hand and looking around. "Is this some sort of secret base? You must show me around sometime, Captain."

"Is everything all right?" An older man had exited the plane, helping a young woman climb down as well.

"How long before we head off again?" the young woman asked. "Only, my uncle is expecting me."

"When did you leave?" Jack enquired.

"About half an hour ago," Diane replied.

"Which date?" he asked.

Frowning in confusion, the pilot responded. "Today, December the 18th."

"Which year?" Jack questioned.

The pilot and the older gentleman exchanged perplexed glances.

"Which year?" Jack repeated insistently. "Which year? I need to know!"

"Nineteen Fifty-Three," Diane replied.



Jack watched as the trio of displaced travellers followed Owen down to the medical bay. He hadn't missed Ianto's start of surprise when John Ellis introduced himself, but he didn't have time to question the young man about it right now. Instead he strode to Toshiko's work station to see if she'd been able to find any information about the Sky Gypsy and its passengers.



"Friends? Boyfriends?" Gwen asked the pilot, glad to have something other than Suzie's taunts to concentrate on.

"Not really," Diane replied taking a drag from her cigarette. "I never stayed in one place long enough."

"That sounds exciting, if a bit lonely," Gwen said smiling at the other woman.

"My son, Alan Ellis," John answered Ianto's question. "He was born on the 6th of April, 1937, 14 Park Place, Grangetown. He might still be alive."

Ianto knew that he wouldn't find anything on Alan Ellis in the public records. He'd buried his family history too well. Still, he made a show of looking.

"The archives from that era weren't very well documented," he commented regretfully.

Toshiko glanced surreptitiously at where Owen was still examining Emma. She'd never seen the medic that gentle with anyone and the smile on his face was truly warm and friendly. She continued searching for information on Emma's family, barely looking up when she felt their presence next to her.

"Your father died in 1959 at the age of 48," she told the young woman noting Owen's arm around the girl's shoulders. "Your mother lived until she was 81, though."

"Dad always said he'd die young," Emma murmured, tears welling in her eyes.

"I know this is a lot to take in," Owen said comfortingly. "Is there anyone else you want to check on?"

Emma shook her head, leaning into Owen's reassuring strength. Toshiko sighed quietly and gave her attention to Jack, who had come bounding down from his office.

"Right," he said, clapping his hands together and smiling brightly. "We can try again tomorrow but right now I think it's time for you all to get some sleep. Gwen, were you able to get them rooms at the guest house?"

"Yep, it's all set up, Jack," Gwen hastened to reply. She tried to ignore Suzie's voice in her head sneering at how anxious to please she was.

"Great," Jack exclaimed. "Why don't you and Ianto take them over and get them settled in for the evening, we'll all start fresh in the morning."

Gathering their belongings, the three displaced travellers followed Ianto and Gwen out the rolling cog door.



Later that evening Jack was wandering from workstation to workstation in the Hub, bored and looking for something to do. Ianto hadn't come back after taking their guests to the boarding house and the Rift was quiet. Even the Weevils seemed to be keeping to themselves.

Glancing at his wrist-watch, he decided it wasn't too late to call Ianto and grabbed his mobile. Pressing the correct speed-dial button, he waited for the call to connect and his lover to answer.

"Jack, hello," Ianto's voice was warm and intimate in his ear.

"Ianto, did you get everyone settled in all right?"

"Yep."

Jack frowned at the brusque tone in the young man's voice, but dismissed it as the lateness of the hour and the stress of the day.

"You didn't come back this evening." He knew Ianto would hear the pout in his voice and hoped it got him an invitation to Ianto's flat for the night. He realised that wasn't going to happen when he heard the young man's long sigh from the mobile speaker.

"I'm sorry, Jack," Ianto apologised. "It's been a long day and I was tired. Just wanted to go home and get some sleep."

"Oh, well, okay," Jack replied, disappointed but trying to hide it. "I guess I'll see you in the morning then. Sleep well, Ianto."

"You, too, Jack," Ianto said. "See you tomorrow."

Jack disconnected the call and tossed his phone onto Owen's workstation. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, he set the Hub on automatic and headed out to his favourite rooftop. As he stood looking out over the sleeping city, he had no idea that his lover was sitting in his car staring up at the forbidding façade of Providence Park.



Jack sighed and pushed open the door of the pub, looking around for John Ellis. The morning had been an unmitigated disaster. John had taken exception to their new identification using fake names. Ianto had then taken their guests to the supermarket to give them an idea of the variety and expense of items.

When they returned to the Hub, Owen had yelled at Ianto over the amount of candy he'd let Emma buy. Ianto maintained that she was an adult and could make her own choices. Toshiko had taken Ianto's side and the whole thing had ended up with Emma in tears, Toshiko and Owen not speaking to each other and Ianto burying himself in the archives not talking to anyone, even Jack.

It was only after everyone had cleared out of the main area that Jack realised John Ellis hadn't come back from the supermarket. Diane had already left with Gwen to check on her plane and Ianto wasn't responding to calls on his comm. Jack walked into the medical bay where Owen was showing Emma the surgical instruments he used for autopsies.

What he'd learnt from the young woman is what had led him to this pub. He caught sight of the older man sitting at a table in the corner, a pint of ale in front of him. Jack made his way over to the table, ordering a glass of water from a passing waitress.

"Mind if I sit down?" he asked standing next to John's chair. The other man shook his head and gestured to an empty seat.

"That's an American accent, isn't it?" John enquired, packing tobacco into his pipe.

"That's right," Jack answered as the waitress brought his water over and set it down in front of him.

John lit a match and attempted to light his pipe. "So how did you end up here, doing whatever it is that you do?"

Smiling slightly, Jack took a sip of his water. "That's a very long story."

"I'm a slow drinker," John replied. "You know everything about me. What's the problem?"

"It gets kind of complicated," Jack mused.

"What, did you fall through time too?" John asked sarcastically.

Chuckling softly, Jack took another drink of water. "Yeah, you could say that."

John attempted to light his pipe again, lighting another match just as the bartender walked past.

"Sorry, mate, you can't smoke that in here."

They sat talking until they finished their drinks. Standing up, they shrugged on their coats and John looked around at all the Christmas decorations.

"It must have been an awful Christmas for them," he commented sadly, "thinking I'd drowned. I just want to know what kind of life he had, my son."

Jack didn't know what to say so he stayed silent as John continued.

"He could've had kids. I could be passing my own flesh and blood in the street and not even know it." He turned to look at the Captain. "Find him, Jack. He's all I have left."



Gwen settled into the chair across the table from Diane. They'd gone to the airport to check on Diane's plane and then spent the rest of the afternoon window shopping, Gwen elaborating on the changes that had taken place in the world since 1953.

It had been nice to spend time with someone who didn't look at her as a nuisance, or halfway round the bend. Even Rhys was always watching her like she was suddenly going to start spouting nonsense, paint herself blue and run naked down the street.

"So, tell me what other strides women have made," Diane commanded, continuing the conversation they'd been having on the way to the restaurant.

Gwen laughed. "Well, from the strange but true side of things, how's this – you don't have to have sex to get pregnant anymore."

"What?" Diane exclaimed. "You are joking."

"Nope," Gwen replied. "You can get yourself inseminated with a syringe type of thing. Men donate sperm anonymously – wank into a pot at a sperm bank." She rolled her eyes. "And they say romance is dead."

"Oh, come on," the pilot protested. "I wasn't born yesterday, you know."

"No, but for a woman who's going on ninety you look pretty damn good," Gwen giggled and then blushed as she realised what she'd said. An anxious glance at the other woman showed that Diane wasn't offended by her comment so Gwen relaxed back into her seat.



"I just need to understand, Owen, I've never seen you act like this around anyone else," Tosh insisted. "What is it about Emma that is so special?"

Owen sighed and began to pace in front of Toshiko's sofa. He'd never told Tosh about his past and didn't really want to go into it with her right now. As far as he knew, Jack was the only one that knew what had happened before he joined Torchwood and Owen wanted to keep it that way.

"Tosh, it's just," He paused, thinking of the best way to say what he wanted. "She reminds me of someone I used to know. Someone that I couldn't help. But I can help Emma, Tosh. I can help her get past this and go on to have a good life."

Looking down at where her fingers were twisting in her lap, Toshiko remained quiet, thinking – contemplating what Owen had said and not said. "Okay," she said softly standing up and moving towards the doctor. "I don't completely understand, but I trust you and I'll do whatever I can to help you with Emma."

"Thank you, Tosh," Owen answered, wrapping his arms around the diminutive Japanese woman and kissing her hair. That was one of the things he liked best about her, her willingness to help others without asking too many questions.

He was just leaning down to kiss her lips when his mobile started ringing. Sighing in irritation, he mentally cursed the fact that he was the team's medic. It could be really bloody inconvenient sometimes.

Without checking the display, he flipped the mobile open and growled, "What is it?"

Toshiko heard a feminine voice echoing tinnily through the speaker and looked up to see Owen's expression soften from a frown to a tender smile. Even before he said the name, she knew who was on the other end of the line.

"Emma, no, it's okay," he hastened to reassure the distraught girl. "I'll be right there, I promise. Just hold tight until I get there."

He disconnected the call and gave Tosh an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Tosh. Emma had a run in with that neanderthal Ellis. I have to go and calm her down all-right?"

"Sure, no problem," Toshiko replied plastering a smile on her face. "Go on, then and I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"Cheers, Tosh," he said, heading quickly to the door. "You're the best."

Tosh closed the door behind him and leaned against it. "I just hope you don't forget that, Owen."



Ianto was distributing coffee the next morning, making his way awkwardly from desk to desk balancing the tray with still having to use his cane. He'd become quite adept at it in the weeks since the Brecon's but he still couldn't wait until Owen cleared him and he could get rid of the annoying stick.

He could see Owen talking animatedly to Jack; something about Emma staying at Owen's flat until she settled on what she wanted to do. Ianto heard an inelegant snort come from Toshiko's workstation and raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

Ignoring her friend, Tosh raised her voice, calling for Jack. "Jack, I think I found him – John's son, I mean."

Jack immediately strode out of his office and down to her desk, Owen following close on his heels. None of them noticed the sudden tension in Ianto's shoulders or the way he made his way to the kitchenette as quickly as he could.

"Where is he?" Jack demanded, peering over Toshiko's shoulder at her computer screen.

"I don't think you're going to like the answer, Jack," she replied. "He's at Providence Park. He has Alzheimer's."

"Damn," the Captain cursed quietly. "Were you able to find anything else? Marriage or birth records?"

"Nope, just that Alan Ellis, born on the 6th of April, 1937, in Grangetown, was admitted to Providence Park three years ago. No record of who brought him in or any surviving family members."

"Okay, well, maybe we'll be able to find out more information by going out there," Jack sighed. "I'll pick John up and take him to see his son. Maybe Alan will recognise his dad. That happens sometimes, right?"

Owen and Toshiko just looked at each other, silently agreeing that the chances were remote at best. They watched Jack exit through the cog door, neither of them noticing Ianto's shoulders slump as he surreptitiously wiped a hand across his eyes.



Gwen looked pleadingly at the pilot instructor. "Isn't there any way you can take her up today?"

"I'm fully booked, sorry," the man replied.

"That's okay," Diane said eagerly. "I've flown for years. I can go on my own."

"Not without a license, sorry." The pilot was adamant.

"Couldn't you cancel someone?" Gwen enquired, refusing to give up. "We'll pay extra."

The instructor looked at them, aghast. "I couldn't do that to my regulars!"

"Look, it's fine," Diane assured Gwen. She looked at the pilot. "Just put me down for the 29th. My name is Diane Holmes."

The two women walked away after setting up the appointment. Gwen felt bad that she hadn't been able to give her friend what she wanted and wanted to make it up to her.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I guess I should've called ahead."

"Oh, for goodness' sake, this is silly," Diane chastised herself. "It's just, I was really looking forward to… Ignore me. What do you do for fun in this time? I could really use a good drink."

Gwen smiled widely. "I know just the place," she said. "I'll phone my boyfriend and have him meet us there."

Gwen watched as Diane danced out on the dance floor with a handsome young man. She smiled up at Rhys when he set her drink down in front of her.

"You look happy, love," Rhys said, smiling at her. "It's good to see you smiling again."

"It's good to be smiling," Gwen replied, kissing him lightly even though her gaze was drawn back out to the dance floor. She took a deep draught of her wine.

"Diane seems nice," he said sipping his beer. "How do you know her again?"

"I – she was a good friend from secondary school," Gwen answered distractedly, taking another gulp of wine. "We recently reconnected through work. She's a pilot and brought some people in from out of town." She craned her neck, not able to see Diane on the dance floor. "I'm just going to nip to the loo, back in a sec."

Rhys sat and watched the crowd for several long minutes, waiting for Gwen or her friend to come back. His beer finished, he started getting annoyed and went looking for his absent girlfriend.

Turning a corner, he saw two women kissing passionately on a secluded sofa. Looking around for Gwen, he was shocked to recognise her when the two women broke apart to catch their breath.

"What the fuck, Gwen?" he roared. "What the bloody hell is going on here?"

"Rhys, I –," She shook her head, confused about what she was feeling herself. She did know that she had connected on some level with Diane and didn't want to give that up.

"I don't know you at all anymore, do I?" Rhys asked, anger radiating from every pore. "Ever since you got involved with this special ops group it's like you're a completely different person. Now you're snogging some bird in a club. What's happened to you, Gwen?"

"I'm sorry, Rhys, I – I don't know what to say," Gwen stammered. She stood up and reached towards him, hoping to calm him down. People were starting to stare at them and she really didn't want to have this conversation in the middle of a crowded club. "Look, let's go home and…"

"You can go home if you want to, Gwen, but I won't be there," Rhys snarled. "I'm sick and tired of waiting for you to come home, of being lied to and ignored. I've stood by you when everyone else thought you'd gone round the bend, but I've had enough."

Before she could think of anything to say, Rhys turned and stormed off through the crowd. Gwen sank back onto the sofa and buried her head in her hands. She felt Diane's arm come around her shoulders and leant into the other woman's comforting embrace.



Jack ushered John into the tourist information centre and leant against the counter.

"I guess I need to make a plan, get work, get my driving license," John said trying to sound cheerful.

"It will all help," Jack replied, smiling easily.

"Thank you, Jack," the other man said. He held out his hand, shaking the Captain's hand briefly.

Jack turned and walked back through the secret entrance to the base. John watched as the door closed behind the other man then turned and started searching behind the counter. He found a set of keys and put them in his pocket just as Ianto came out from the back room.

"Hello, I, uh, was just looking for a bus timetable," he explained hastily. He smiled slightly at the younger man. "I want to get out to the DIY stores and see if there are any jobs going."

Ianto reached for a stack of brochures on the counter and handed one to John. "Good luck to you, Sir," he said cheerfully. "You know if you need a reference…"

"Thank you, yes, Jack said the same thing," the older man replied. He glanced down at the timetable in his hand, sighed and put on his hat before exiting through the outside door.

Ianto stared at the closed door for several minutes then walked back through the beaded curtain and went back to entering artefacts into the database. The next time he looked at the clock, he was surprised to see that several hours had passed.

He leaned heavily on his cane as he stood up. The muscles in his back were protesting that he'd been sitting for so long. Moving slowly to the front counter, he reached for where he'd left his keys, intending to grab something for he and Jack for dinner. His hand closed on empty air and he cursed when he realised his keys were missing.

Picking up the telephone on the counter, he quickly dialled Jack's office. His gaze scanned the floor as he waited for his lover to answer, but he didn't see the keys anywhere.

"Hello?" Jack's voice sounded through the speaker.

"My car keys are missing," Ianto said. "John was behind the counter earlier on and I can't get hold of him now."

"Wait there, I'll check the GPS on your car and see if I can track him down," Jack directed.

Only a few minutes had passed before the door to the tourist office opened and Jack ran through. He was shrugging into his overcoat and there was a panicked look on his face.

"C'mon, Ianto," he commanded, grabbing Ianto's coat from the rack and holding it out. "He's gone home and I don't have a good feeling about why."

Ianto let Jack help him on with the coat and followed his captain out the door as fast as he could. Jack had pulled the SUV around close to the entrance to the tourist centre and he helped Ianto climb in before racing to the driver's side and pulling away with a squeal of the tires.

Jack sped through the streets of Cardiff, concentrating on getting to John's home as quickly as possible. The atmosphere in the SUV was tense, neither man saying anything until they came to a stop outside of an abandoned building.

"Wait here," Jack directed, glancing at the young man sitting next to him. "If there's something wrong, I'll," his voice trailed off, hoping that he wasn't correct in his assumptions.

Nodding his acceptance, Ianto replied, "Go, just find him, Jack."

Jack jumped out of the SUV and pressed a button on his wrist-strap to pinpoint exactly where John Ellis was. He pounded on the door of the building, calling out to the other man, but there was no answer.

He looked down at his wrist-strap again and ran around to the back of the building. Spotting a garage door, he opened it and immediately started choking. Exhaust was thick in the air. Ianto's car was running and Jack saw John Ellis sitting in the front seat, his head drooping to the side.

"No," he cried running to the vehicle's door. "John? John?"

He wrenched the door open and reached in to turn the engine off. Pulling John out of the car, he leaned the other man against the vehicle, holding him steady.

"Just let me go," John pleaded brokenly.

"You can't just throw your life away," Jack insisted, shaking the man slightly. "Not without at least trying."

"You don't understand," John replied, pushing Jack away. "I'm not as strong as you."

"I do understand," Jack said. "I was born in the future and lived in your past. My time is gone, too."

John frowned and turned away. "Why are you doing this?" he asked. "You're speaking in bloody riddles, trying to keep me here when my wife is dead, my son is a shell and there's no one left who knows who I am. My family is all gone."

"That's not true," a voice said from the garage door. "There is one member of your family that knows who you really are."

Both Jack and John turned toward the newcomer, Jack's jaw dropping as Ianto limped towards them.

"What are you talking about, boy?" John demanded. "You could never find any further records about my son, whether he had children or not. Nothing."

"Alan Ellis married a woman named Sally," Ianto replied quietly, deliberately avoiding Jack's gaze. "They had a daughter named Bethan. Bethan Ellis married Daffyd Jones in 1965. Bethan and Daffyd are my mum and tad. So you see, there is one member of your family that knows who you are – you're great-grandson…me."

Ianto kept his eyes focused on his great-grandfather, not wanting to see the disappointment he knew he'd find in Jack's eyes. He could see the older man struggling to comprehend what he'd just been told.

"Ianto," Jack's quiet voice sliced through the silence in the garage. "Why didn't you say anything before now? Why keep your family background hidden?"

"You know how dangerous this job is, Jack," the young man exclaimed. "It's unlikely that I'll see my thirtieth birthday. I didn't want anyone being able to trace back to my family through me so I erased my records, other than the basics."

Before Jack could reply, John's trembling voice cut through the night air. "You're my great-grandson?" he asked. A smile flashed across his face as it sank in that he wasn't all alone. "I have a great-grandson!" he exclaimed, stepping forward and throwing his arms around Ianto and hugging him; tears running down his face.

Jack watched the family reunion happening in front of him and smiled. He was a little upset with Ianto for keeping his family a secret but considering how much of his past he was still hiding, he really had no room to point fingers.



"I'm not letting you do this," Gwen cried, trying to block Diane from getting in the airplane. "You can't do this, its madness!"

"If I'd listened to everyone that told me that, I wouldn't have broken any records," Diane replied stepping around Gwen and climbing into the plane.

"You're not thinking straight," Gwen insisted. "Please, let's talk about it."

"No, I'm sorry. I belong in the sky," Diane said trying to make the other woman understand. "Look, weather conditions are the same as the day we arrived. That rift will open again, I can feel it."

Gwen grabbed the pilot's arm. "Listen to me, Diane, there is no way back. You can't go home."

"Then it will take me somewhere else." Diane smiled, adventure sparkling in her eyes.

"But, we have no idea how this rift works," Gwen tried again to convince the woman to stay. "You could end up anywhere."

"That's the beauty of it, Gwen," she replied. "Exploring new places, seeing new things. Come with me. Think of what's out there, just waiting to be discovered!"

Gwen opened her mouth to say she couldn't possibly leave but then shut it again as she started to think. What did she really have to stay here for? She worked in a job where none of her co-workers wanted her there. Rhys had left her. The only person she could even remotely consider a friend was the living corpse in the cells under Torchwood and she knew that Suzie was just playing her because she was bored and wanted out.

"You'd really want me to come with you?" she asked breathlessly, excited at the possibility of getting away from everything that was wrong in her life.

Diane turned back and took Gwen's face in her hands. She placed a quick but thorough kiss on Gwen's parted lips and looked her directly in the eyes. "Yes, I want you with me, Gwen Cooper. Are you game?"

Gwen threw caution to the wind and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes I am. Let's see what's out there."

They climbed into the small plane and Diane started the engine. Gwen looked over at the pilot as they taxied down the runway and she couldn't stop the delighted grin that crossed her face.

The wheels left the ground and the small plane soared into the sky. A maintenance worker who'd come in early watched as a bright light seemed to envelop the aircraft and then it was gone.



Owen stood next to Emma at the bus depot and watched as she carefully counted out the money for her ticket. He picked up her suitcase and walked her to the boarding area.

"My friends in London are expecting you," he reassured the young woman. "They'll be waiting for you on the other end."

"You've told me that three times already, Owen," Emma laughed. "Don't worry so much, I'll be just fine. I'll call you when I get in and, who knows? Maybe when I've finished nursing school, Captain Harkness will hire me to be your assistant."

Owen grinned and gave Emma a tight hug. "You just worry about becoming a good nurse and leave Torchwood to us."

"Thank you, Owen, for everything." She lightly kissed his cheek and grasped her suitcase in her hand. Climbing the steps onto the bus, she turned around and waved at him.

Owen watched as she settled into her seat and looked out the window. He smiled and waved at her, thankful that he'd been able to help her start on her new life. The bus engines started up and the driver shut the door.

"Merry Christmas, Emma," he called. "Merry Christmas."

Coming Up Next: Combat


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Wow. What a great telling of Out Of Time. I am so pleased by this verse. it makes me happy.

Now that the author's names have been released...
I'm so glad you liked this, it was so much fun to write!

Very nice changes made in this episode. Nice to give John family in Ianto, and the bonding between Owen and Emma. Nice twist with Gwen and Diane.

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Oh wow, this was really well done. Gwen went with Diane!!!! John is Ianto's Great-great Grandfather! And Emma's going to nursing school. Some really great twists here. Well done!

*grins* I'm glad you enjoyed it. I had alot of fun writing it!

Wow...that was - unexpected!

I know at one point I was thinking "I guess it's gwen going into the cages next time for weevil fight club Combat", but I was not expecting that. I can't wait to see what happens next! I like the fact that you made Ianto and John family and now Ianto doesn't have to be so lonely :D (though now I wonder if Rhiannon and co are going to appear in this verse, because it means even more family for John)
I like the twists you added

Thank you! I'm interested to see how the rest of this turns out as well LOL

Oh wow!!! I loved all the twists here, Ianto being John's great great grandson that was just brilliant. Nicely done, I liked it better than the episode!

*hugs* Thanks for being a sounding board on this - it was so fun to write!

loved the switch of stories gwen for owen(diane) and the fact that owen helped emma. interesting turn of events that ianto was related to john.

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!

Great update, loved what you have done with this!

Thanks, this was a fun one to write.

Oh Ianto has a Grandpa!
but isn't that back then being gay a crime?
Might cause trouble to Janto relationship later on.

We'll have to see on that one, I can imagine it could very well be an issue.

I really like that you saved John Ellis here, I always feel rather sad about his fate. Very shocked about Gwen, but the poor thing was really having a hard time. Still I hope we see her again.

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Like this version of Out Of Time, John having a family, Ianto, Owen's friendship with Emma, and wow Gwen and Diane and the two flying off together, fabulous! Looking forward to Combat!!!!!
Thanks for sharing!

Thank you, this ep was so fun to write. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I second the other comment on how much better this was than the episode. Lovely twists and Grandpa John. If he was upset over the forward thinking Emma just think the bit o' angst that will come when he starts getting to know Ianto...I can't wait. Fabulous concept and execution so far with this... Thanks everyone.

Thank you - I'm glad you enjoyed it. This one was really fun to write.

That was brilliant work!! I never liked Gwen so I am overly happy that you finally got rid of her.

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Oh yee-haw!!!! The wicked witch is gone!!!! Ding dong the bell, the bitch has gone to hell!!!!! Brilliant stroke of genius, that!!!!!

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