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Ianto sighed to himself as he sat down on a wooden bench, near Cardiff Bay. He had sat down hear every day, all day for the last six months. He never gave up hope on the thought that maybe Jack might come back. He was slowly losing every thread of hope he had left though as time drifted on. He had absolutely no idea on how he came back to life after the '456' incident, but... he did know however that Jack had fled pretty soon after the whole incident.
Gwen had informed him of this after they had an emotional reunion. He was currently living with Gwen and Rhys and their two month year old son, Ieuan. Gwen had insisted on him staying with them, because she thought he was emotionally un-stable, though he always insisted on how he felt absolutely fine, after a while - he just gave up. So, he was staying with Gwen and Rhys.
Ianto missed Jack though; the older man had made such an impact and change in his life. Things would never be the same without the Captain there. His life could never go back to what it was before. But, now - his life just felt like nothing. Without Jack or Torchwood, he had nothing. He couldn't even see his family, Rhiannon thought he was dead.
He sighed deeply as he carded his fingers through his hair. He'd probably never get over the fact that Jack was gone, and by the looks of things, never coming back. He heaved another heavy sigh as his eyes began to sting with bitter tears. He just wanted everything back to normal, that wasn't too much to ask, was it?
By the looks of things it sounded like it was. He was slowly coming around to the fact that he'd never see Jack again.
Jack stumbled out of an outer space bar; this must have been the sixth bar he'd been to, that night. He was positively wrecked, which he was happy about. Well, not exactly happy. He was never happy, anymore. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled or laughed. He couldn't do it anymore, not after everything that had happened, everything that he'd caused. He was still grieving, over Ianto, over Stephen.
He couldn't go back to Earth, he couldn't face it. He knew he should see Gwen again, see how she's doing. To see her baby, he knew the baby would be born, by now. But, just so many memories he had on that planet, it hurt too much, all the people he'd loved and lost, the pain that radiated from his heart, the pain is just too much to bare.
Jack looked down in confusion at his wrist strap as it beeped, it never beeped. The last time it beeped was when John Hart was stirring up trouble, that's when all his problems began. He sighed; he stilled missed Tosh and Owen. He wondered how the '456' would have panned out if they were there to help.
Jack sighed and pressed a few buttons before he was taken from wherever he was, he never bothered to even look or care where his wrist strap took him anymore; he just pressed a button and stayed wherever it took him for no more than 48 hours, at a time.
Jack groaned pulling himself to his feet as he landed. He stretched slightly, hearing a few cracks before he lifted his head to check out the surroundings. "You've got to be kidding me." He muttered, with a scowl. He noticed this place, he remembered it well. It was Cardiff, he had landed on the hill that he'd last seen Gwen before he left Earth for the last time, and he was back again. Why here, of all places? He growled to himself, in annoyance.
Well, as he was here… it couldn't hurt to take a look, right? He could check up on Gwen, see how her and Rhys were doing. At least that was one plausible excuse to stay here. But, it was a good enough reason. He'd stay and see Gwen and then have a little look around, and then he'd be off again. He knew Gwen would hate him for just taking off again like that, but right now; it's all he could handle. He couldn't possibly hang around that long, not when it reminded him so much of him. Reminded him so much of the man he loved and lost, loved and lost due to his own flipping mistakes. He could never forgive himself for what he did, after all, he was the reason the '456' came back, and because of that he lost his dear, Ianto.
Ianto reluctantly pulled himself up and away from the bench. He wasn't doing himself any favours by just sitting there, crying over someone he'd never see again. He just needed to move on with his life, do something with himself. But, currently he didn't even know where to begin.
He headed back to Gwen's apartment, he noticed the car gone. They must of gone out with little Ieuan, day trip or something. He had his own key though, so it was alright. He let himself into the apartment and sighed. He'd just spend the rest of the day in his pyjamas, on the couch, with a blanket and watching a load of chick flicks. Ianto sighed walking into the spare bedroom, which was now, well – his bedroom. He undressed, so he was left in just his boxers, he then pulled on a large t-shirt that he usually wore to bed. He sighed and then pulled his duvet from his bed and carried it through to the living room. He dumped the duvet onto the couch before walking to the small open plan kitchen and making some micro waved popcorn.
He waited a few minutes until it was done before pouring it into a bowl, he then walked back over to the couch. He stuck a DVD in, not even bothering to look at the cover and pressed play. He settled himself under the duvet cover, curling up and getting comfortable as the film started, every few minutes popping some popcorn in his mouth.