This is just something that was running through my head and I wanted to get it out.

I love Jack and Ianto, they are so amazing together. I really wish they hadn't gotten separated. Especially the way they did.

Unbeta'd, so sorry for mistakes.

Hope you enjoy.

Part One

Jack ran his fingers through Ianto's hair. It had been about a month since the incident with the 456 and Jack had thought he lost Ianto, had even mourned over his body; only the morning after the funeral, Jack had found Ianto laying sleeping in his bed. At first Jack didn't know what was going on, he hadn't told anyone about his new home, and he had just buried his lover the night before. He had stood there for so long before he noticed a note leaning against his lamp on the table to the right of his bed.

'I wish I could fix you like you so desperately wanted.

I hope you can accept this as an apology.

I know losing your companion is difficult,

so if I can't fix you I figured I could ease this pain.

The Doctor'

Jack stared at the note before dropping it and falling to his knees beside the bed. Taking Ianto's hand into his own he pressed his lips to the fingers before cradling the hand against his cheek. Trust the Doctor to do something like this, but he couldn't bring himself to hate the man. He gave Jack back something that couldn't be replaced.

Over the week between Ianto's death and finding him sleeping in his bed, Jack had tried to kill himself at least twice a day. He wanted to join Ianto so bad but he would always wake up from it. His heart had been slowly broken into tinier pieces than the broken halves it had previously been in. Jack believed he would never feel happy again.

Gwen had taken him out on outings with her and Rhys but he had never been in to it and Rhys had told Gwen to stop trying. Gwen hadn't looked pleased about that but she had agreed in the end. He hadn't seen much of her since because of her pregnancy but she called about once a day. Jack figured it was to make sure he was okay but it wouldn't matter if she did because Jack couldn't die.

But today was the marking of the one month anniversary of the defeat of the 456 and he was starting to mend. It would be easier if Ianto would just wake up. Jack hadn't eaten in twenty-eight days. He knew the rule of survival, that a person could live without food for up to thirty days depending on their body type. Jack just couldn't bring himself to leave Ianto's side. Jack laid his head down on the bed deciding to just rest his eyes for a moment.

Jack woke up with a jerk. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep or what woke him up. Fingers brushed his cheek and Jack looked up into soft blue eyes, filled with confusion. Jack sat up quickly, hands flying up to cup Ianto's face before he kissed the male. When they separated, Jack leaned forward so that his forehead was pressed against Ianto's.

"What happened Jack? I should be dead. I was dying." Ianto whispered, voice rough.

Tears filled Jack's eyes at the reminder.

"A doctor got to you in time I guess." he responded softly, stroking Ianto's cheeks with his thumbs.

Ianto looked in to Jack's eyes, trying to get a read on the male but decided to just let it go.

"How long was I out?" Ianto asked.

"A month. Now stop talking, you shouldn't rush talking after your voice has been unused for so long." Jack replied.

Ianto nodded in response and let Jack kiss him again.

XxXxX

"So how many times?" Ianto asked as he stood making coffee.

Jack had protested Ianto getting up but Ianto had just stared at him in return. Jack knew that look, Ianto only got that look when he was dead set on something, or Owen had made a mess of the hub, or Owen almost shot him. It was Ianto's unimpressed look; so Jack had caved and let Ianto out of bed.

"What are you talking about?" Jack asked looking up from the stove.

He had figured that if Ianto was going to put himself on his feet then he was going to make sure that the male ate sufficiently. He kept his eyes on Ianto as the male finished pouring the coffees. Ianto placed the mugs on the island before moving to Jack's side and resting a hand on Jack's back.

"You know exactly what I am talking about Jack. Please don't hide from me." Ianto responded as he moved to rest his head against Jack's spine. Jack closed his eyes against the pain that was starting to rise in his chest.

"Talk to me Jack." Ianto whispered.

"At least twice a day." Jack responded softly.

Jack didn't move as he waited for Ianto to say something but all he heard was a choked sound. He turned around and took Ianto into his arms.

"Don't cry Ianto." Jack said gently.

He reached up to stroke Ianto's hair as the male cried into his chest. He didn't know what to do in this situation. He didn't even know how Ianto knew what he did, but he didn't want Ianto hurting over him.

"How can I not Jack, you did it because of me." Ianto replied.

"No Ianto. I don't blame you. If anyone was to blame it was the 456, or me. I wanted to be with you so bad Ianto, I couldn't bear the fact of living without you. It was only until you showed up Ianto. I stopped once you came back to me." Jack told him.

Ianto pulled back to look up at Jack, eyes red from crying and Jack reached up to wipe the tears away.

"The coffee will get cold and I'm going to end up burning my apartment down." Jack said as the two stood there quietly.

Ianto nodded and sat down at the island and taking his mug into his hands. He sat there, not taking his eyes off of Jack as he finished cooking their breakfast. Ianto knew that things would be different now but Ianto would take it in stride, all the good and all the bad; Ianto wouldn't let this hurt their relationship anymore than it had.

Jack turned to face him with a large smile on his face, a smile Ianto remembers from the last time he spent the night with Jack, before the 456. Jack had made them pancakes and had covered half the hub's kitchen and himself in flour. After that night Ianto had noticed Jack's smiles had become sadder and more painful. It was as if Jack had known he would lose something important.

"I don't know if it is any good. I haven't cooked in a while." Jack said happily as he plated the food.

Ianto smiled at him. He loved seeing Jack this happy.

"I'm sure it is fine Jack." he responded.

They sat there laughing as they ate and both of them couldn't see themselves being any happier. Jack vowed to himself right then as he wiped syrup of Ianto's lip, that he wouldn't lose Ianto again. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to Ianto again.

Jack would make sure that Ianto would spend the rest of his life smiling and laughing.

They finished eating and the two did the dishes, Jack flicking bubbles at Ianto occasionally. Ianto swatted at Jack in protest.

Jack captured Ianto and pulled him close; Ianto's hands moved up to rest on Jack's chest. Jack leaned forward to rest his forehead against Ianto's.

"Are we going to tell Gwen?" Ianto asked moving one hand to let his fingers dance across Jack's face.

Jack closed his eyes in bliss at the feeling of his lover's fingers.

"Not yet. I'm thinking of keeping you to myself for awhile." Jack replied.

Ianto smiled and moved away from Jack.

"Alright Mr. Harkness, you finish the dishes, I am going to take a shower." Ianto told him before walking away.

Jack watched Ianto go, hand stretching out towards Ianto. To be honest, Jack didn't want to let Ianto out of his sight.