Who: Martha Jones and Ianto Jones. What: There are Daleks and trouble afoot When: Evening Where: Apartment building
Worry, of course there was worry. But there was no room to allow himself the luxury of fear, even though the knowledge of certain universe-invading aliens never failed to pull hard at the space beneath Ianto's ribs. The feeling wanted to find a vent, and it was only great discipline that prevented him from giving in to it.
This wasn't going to end well. It never did.
The two times he'd encountered the Daleks had been coupled with the very real possibility that his life was going to end. Even now he didn't like to think too deeply about that first time - of fire and noise and blood and the screaming and burning rubble, walking over corpses of men he'd worked alongside and had pizza with, and looking for Lisa not being able to find her and no one left alive to hear them call for help. By all rights, he should have been killed the second time, too. It was by Tosh's genius alone that he still breathed. He and Gwen had miraculously made it out alive when they shouldn't have. Shouldn't have, because the situation had been as dire as it could be.
Rubbing his eyes as he neared the medbay, Ianto let out a small breath and dropped a hand into his pocket. He determinedly clenched a loosely-bound stack of papers under one arm. Relying purely on his memory without the Hub nor the resources to cross reference, he didn't know how useful the scraps of information he'd compiled would be. Not that there had been much information at the Hub either. The organisation had never fully understood this enemy. They'd defeated some fucked up entities of record-breaking proportions in his time, but a Dalek's mind was an entirely different thing. It was twisted in ways that - even after centuries - the organisation hadn't fully fathomed until the last few years.
Still, there was no way in this universe or the next that he was going to sit back and see how this panned out. Approaching the medical bay, he coasted his hand from out his pocket and pushed the door open, calling out, "Martha?"