[RL WITH AKIHIKO]

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Ianto sat at his computer down in his personal room in the archives--the bowels of the Hub, the closest thing to a domain that Ianto figured he would ever get. He sat back and pinched his nose, frowning against the headache that the fog was causing him. It seemed to be ever-present no matter what he did, and that annoyed him as he tried to work around it. They had to be on top of things--mistakes cost a person dearly in a job such as Torchwood. Ianto had full intentions of going through the archives with Akihiko looking for weapons that might prove useful in fighting against the Shadows regardless of whatever ridiculous headache he had. He stood from the computer to go down to the correct archive section and get ready to let Akihiko in before going through the archives they had with him. For a second, his headache got really intense, and he started to bring a hand to his forehead. And then he changed.

"That's better," Ianto said. And yet it wasn't Ianto. This Ianto had casual clothes, a silver chain around his neck with a Welsh dragon on it, and a five o'clock shadow--like a Ianto that had lived on the streets for a while. But he undeniably looked exactly like the other man.

It seemed that the room changed with him, and in fact the whole archives changed. No longer were they Ianto's archives at all, instead changed to look like a room in an abandoned warehouse, much like the one that they had tried to rescue the whale alien from what seemed like ages ago. It was a place that was very familiar to Ianto; he'd spent many a day as a misguided youth hiding from his life and his responsibilities in this building, in this large open room. He moved to sit on a crate by the wall, grabbing a dirty magazine from the floor and casually flipping through it.

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Akihiko had had a few Torchwood duties to work on, and had spent some of that time conferring with Naoto about what was going on, before he headed down to meet Ianto and see if they could find some way to defend themselves against shadows other than his persona.

But when he reached the archive level, he was confronted not with the usual door, but a red and black portal that seemed to lead into the front door of a warehouse, stuck incongruously in the middle of the archives.

"What the hell?" he muttered, staring. "Damnit," he added with feeling.

There was nothing for it, though. He had to at least check it out, even if he had no backup. He moved his evoker to his hip so it'd be easy to get at, checked that he was still wearing the ring he'd kept on his finger since the fight with Nyx, and then plunged through the portal.