(a/n) I have always felt that 209: Something Borrowed needed a bit more of an ending...
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. BBC holds all rights over the second-greatest (following Doctor Who of couse!) Sci-Fi show ever.
Enjoy!
It was almost nine in the morning when Ianto stumbled into the hub, after parking the SUV. Jack was sitting at his desk, looking as fresh as ever, staring at nothing in particular, his mind galaxies away. Ianto walked into the office, dragging his feet, and headed straight to the manhole just behind the computer. 'I don't think I can drive home safely, I'm too tired. I'm going to have to crash here.'
'Be my guest,' was Jack's reply. 'Might join you shortly.' Ianto gave him a look, leaving no doubt as to what he thought of Jack's insinuations. 'Oh come on! To sleep! Even I am not so cruel as to wanna shag you after the day we've had! What's the fun in that? You'd be too knacked to even blow me!' Jack stopped joking, and smiled softly. 'But seriously, go get cleaned up, and sleep. End of the world pending, I won't wake you.' Ianto nodded his head in thanks, and disappeared from view.
Ianto cleaned up in Jack's bathroom, and put on a fresh pair of boxers that he kept with a selection of other clothes in corner of Jack's wardrobe for occations such as these. He reached the trundle bed, and slipped between the covers, the sheets cool against his bare legs. Silently, Jack's legs lowered themselves into the small room, and his handsome face followed. Ianto stretched out on the pillow, watching the faux American undress, and place a small, yellow, metal box on the bedside stand. He climbed into bed beside his lover. Grabbing the box, he opened it up, and removed the contents. Shuffling through a small pile of photos and papers, he stopped at one, and unfolded it, to reveal a faded, yellowing image of a handsome man, seated beside a smiling bride. It looked as if it had been taken 85, maybe 90 years ago. 'You know, the last time I danced at a wedding, it was my own.' Ianto looked up in surprise, and stared at Jack as meaningfully as he could in his exhausted state. 'Her name was Janey. This was during a time when I was trying to distance myself as much as possible from Torchwood. Within three weeks, Torchwood had her killed. Later they told me that she was a liability- she didn't know anything!' At this point Jack sighed, and snuggled against the very drowsey Ianto. 'Been to a few weddings since, but I never got a chance to dance. Something always got in the way.' Jack looked down, and pressed his lips to Ianto's, kissing him goodnight. 'I've been thinking, will my next wedding dance be ours? It can't be legal, me not existing and all, but...' His voice trailed off. Ianto was fast asleep.