AN:/ ok so if anyone is reading my other fics I couldn't help starting again with a new story :/ but if you like this one I need to know whether to carry it on... R&R please...

The Year That Never Was-AU

Summary : AU story- childfic –What was with the master's obsession over team Torchwood's Teaboy?

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters or the show Torchwood blah blah blah...

Chapter 1

Ianto was working frantically to find out what was going on. 'Tosh! Tosh! Are you there Tosh? Owen? Gwen? Are you alright?' tapping his comms frantically trying to get hold of his team. 'Can you hear me?'

As the recognisable vibration passed through his body, he stopped screaming at the comm, and rushed to find the offending item. Flipping it open and checking the id name he stopped in shock. Jack. Quickly realising his surroundings and what he'd just seen on the news, he answered the phone.

'Where the hell have you been? We haven't seen you for Two weeks! Harold Saxon's gone mad! We need you back at the Hub, Jack, Everyone else is on an expedition in the Himalayas, I can't sort it out on my own!'

There was silence.

'Jack!'

'Hello there Jones, Ianto Jones, I just love that name... It's me Harold Saxon. Recently gone mad. I'm really sorry I couldn't find you before all this started. It seems you're a hard man to get hold of.'

'What have you done to Jack?'

'You mean the freak, he's fine. You can see him if you like? Come to the valiant for some tea, we really need a catch up; it's been an awfully long time. If you turn on the TV, you can see exactly how the freaks doing.'

'Stop calling him that! He's not a freak!' Ianto shouted as he ran back over to the flashing computers.

'My, my how you've changed... tell me Ianto, what do you remember of your father?'

'What do you want Saxon? Quit playing games!'

'Answer the question Mr. Jones.'

'I was adopted at 2 years of age, He died...'

'I'm sorry but there Lies, Mr. Jones! You're fathers not dead; he is well and truly alive!'

'Get lost Saxon! You're a sick man, you know that!'

'Well I'm sorry, but that request to come see me is still open!'

'And why exactly would I do that?'

'Well it seems you have no choice in the matter, I'm afraid.'

'Wha-' Suddenly a blue light began to flash around him and the hub disappeared to be replaced by a familiar room. As he turned to get a better look, Jack lay gasping on the floor with an old man sat next to him. The rest of the room was filled with terrified civilians.

'Ianto! Run!' Jack screamed he didn't want Ianto to get mixed up in his own messed up life. Why wasn't he with the others? He was supposed to be safe in hiding in the Himalayas!

'Ianto...I'm so sorry.' Whispered the frail man 'It's all my fault.'

Suddenly a rush of soldiers surrounded him, keeping him secure by the arms. As the man himself strode down the steps. Harold Saxon.

'Let him go Master! He's not done anything wrong!' Jack screamed.

'Oh he's not my prisoner freak! Why would I hold him here hostage honestly? Let him go. He's no trouble.' As soon as the order was given the soldiers dispersed to their corners of the room.

'What are you talking about? Why is he here then?'

'Master, leave the boy alone...' the doctor warned interrupting everyone.

'But Doctor you didn't tell them. I mean the boy I understand but the freak! You really should have mentioned it.'

'Mentioned what? What's so different about me? And why is everyone calling you Master?' Ianto questioned towards Mr. Saxon.

'Don't worry everything will be explained soon.' the master began to smile at the worried man but it wasn't the usually menacing smile but more loving and caring. 'I have missed you so much! 20 odd years... Because of him!' He snarled pointing at the Doctor.

'What are you talking about? You really are a nutter! What have you done my friends?'

'You mean the rest of the team? There still in the Himalayas I presume. Most likely have no clue about what's happening in the towns and City's but the Toclafane will soon sort them out...'

'Why did I have to stay behind then? Why kill them but keep me?'

Ignoring Ianto's questions the master turned towards the frail man and throwing his hands about continued 'what have you done to him Doctor? Why doesn't he remember me?'

'I told you. Leave him alone.'

'No! I will not lose him again!' Saxon screamed he really was losing his temper.

'For the last time will someone please explain what is going on? And how can you lose me if I've never met you?'

'Ianto Jones. My Ianto Jones... Before I explain, it wasn't my fault. Remember that.'

He began to snort 'Are you not listening? Everything is your fault! Thousands of people are dying because of you and those Toclafane!' he spat out the last word.