A/N- This is a brand new story for you guys! I do not own anything, and I hope you enjoy!

Jack sat alone in the only place he had left, Ianto's flat. The flat brought back memories of previous times he was there. The hub had been blown up, along with him, Gwen was with Rhys and probably didn't want him there, and he had had a key to Ianto's flat, that Ianto had given him, not so long ago. The pain was unbearable. His daughter gone along with his grandson, and the love of his life gone. Just being in the flat hurt. The smell of him over powering, he wished he could change things, go back in time and convince him to stay with Gwen. But it was over, to late, he was gone. He tried, God help him he tried, the last kiss, him not saying I love you back, trying to get enough life energy out of his body to save the dying man in his arms. Tears spilled from his eyes, he couldn't take it. He got up from the couch and went to find Ianto's stash of alcohol. He needed something to drown out the pain. He grabbed the bottle of scotch and downed half of it one gulp. It didn't work, the pain in his heart was still there, Ianto still gone. He cursed, then walked towards the door. Grabbing for the handle, he stopped. He felt someone behind him, watching. He put his hand on his gun, and slowly turned.

"Stop being rash Jack. It's only me." A voice said coming from the figure.

Jack stopped and stared. He smiled, then snickered. "I really must be drunk." He said shaking his head.

"You're not drunk Jack." The figure said laughing a little at the comment.

"I have to be, you're here, but you're dead." Jack said confused now.

"You fight alien's every day and you're asking why I'm here."

"It's not why, it's how. I have to be drunk there's no way." Jack started to step back now reaching for the door.

"You're not drunk and I'm really here." The figure started to walk towards Jack but stopped when he spoke.

"No! This is a sick joke someone's playing on me. I won't believe you! You're gone, you're dead! I saw you, held you. Please stop whoever you are! Please . . . it hurts." Jack shouted backing up to the wall and sitting down on the floor hugging his knees, tears flowing heavier now.

The figures heart broke. "Jack. That's why I'm here . . . to see you." It said making its way over to Jack. It placed its hand on Jack's shoulder.

Jack's head shot up as he looked at the figure. "How are you touching me?"

"Jack shh . . ." The figure soothed. It couldn't stand seeing him like this, so it gave in. "You're drunk Jack, I'm just a figment of your imagination." It said sitting down next to Jack.

"That's what I thought." Jack somewhat stuttered as he leaned his head back agents the wall.

"Are you okay Jack? I'm worried." The figure asked as it took ahold of Jack's hand.

"Am I okay? Ianto . . . dying in my arms didn't help much." Jack confessed looking down. "I'm a mess, I can't even stay in here without the smell of him. I know now that I'm completely alone." Jack said mostly to himself.

"You're not alone. People love you, Jack; you just have to see that."

"It's hard. Ianto being dead, it hurts. I don't even tell him how I felt about him." Tears falling harder now.

"Then tell me how did you feel?"

"I love him . . . loved him. I couldn't go a minute without thinking about him. Now he's gone." Jack hung his head, the pain stronger now than ever.

"If he was here, if he was back, what would you do?"

"Tell him how much he means to me, just hold him."

The figure sighed, his heart breaking. "Jack it's me, please believe me, I'm here . . . not fully back yet, but I'm here with you now. I love you too, and I know you tried to save me, but it was too late . . ." The figure said hopping Jack would come to terms.

"You're not him." Jack said firmly.

"No. Not yet, but aren't I good enough for now? Hold me, tell me you love me. I'm here till morning. I won't leave you, Jack."

Jack looked up. "How are you here? Don't lie because I know you know."

"Would you believe me if I told you?"

"I don't know . . . but I miss you Yan. I know it's not you, but hell, I really need you." Jack said through tears as he pulled Ianto to him. "Ha, you're cold."

"I'm dead. But I'm coming back."

"How? The 456 killed you. I'm lucky you're here now."

"The kiss. I think you put just enough in. I think it's working."

Jack couldn't believe it. Working. What he so desperately regretted was now working. "Working?"

"Yea. I feel it, more and more life coming back."

Jack smiled; he put his finger under Ianto's chin and pulled him up to meet his lips. Kissing ever so softly. "I love you Ianto Jones."

"I love you too Jack Harkness." Ianto kissed back softly, wrapping his fingers through his hair.

Jack held him close, not wanting to let go. He picked him up and carried him to Ianto's bedroom. He placed both of them softly onto the top covers and got on top. Ianto ran his hands down Jack's back bringing him close. Jack broke apart gasping for air, a fresh stream of tears falling.

"What's the matter cariad?" Ianto said, whipping the tears off of his face.

"You're not here . . . I'm going to wake up tomorrow and you're not going to be here. How am I going to cope? How do I know this is not a dream?" Jack spat out through tears.

Ianto pulled Jack to him and kissed his neck. He slightly bit and sucked marking Jack with a bright red mark. "Tomorrow morning you will see this and know that I'm going to come back for you. I always will Jack."

Jack smiled and laid down on Ianto's chest. A slight heart beat was heard in Ianto's chest. Jack smiled knowing he was the reason for that. Ianto stroked the top of Jack's head pushing Jack farther and farther into sleep. Ianto kissed the top of Jack's head as he drifted to sleep.

"I love you Jack Harkness. I will see you tomorrow."

Jack tried to respond but was to far into sleep.

Jack woke up the next morning with a headache. He slowly got up and tried to remember the night before. His eyes filled with tears as he remembered the life-like dream. His mind was playing tricks on him and it hurt him badly. He got up and walked into the bathroom and took a shower. When he got out he whipped the mirror of the fog that was on it and examined himself in the mirror. He stopped suddenly when he saw the little bright red mark on his neck. The dream played out in his head as Ianto's voice filled his ears.

"Tomorrow morning you will see this and know that I'm going to come back for you. I always will Jack."

Jack brought his fingertips up to brush across it and saw that it was not a trick his mind was playing on him. He smiled slightly and continued on to what he was doing. He got dressed and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge hoping there was something in there but there wasn't. He closed it and something caught his eye.

Dear Jack,

I hope you slept well. I have to sat watching you sleep for once was surprising. You know you smile in your sleep. Anyway I am writing this to show you that last night was not a dream, or a hallucination. I was really there and it really happened! I will be back here tonight as soon as the sun goes down. I hope to see you tonight. Have a great day, and I will watch you. I love you!

Ianto

Jack smiled bigger as he grabbed his coat, shoved the letter in his pocket and walked out the door, starting a new happy day with Ianto by his side.