AN: Okay, here it is… 100 years later. I hope to get lots of lovely reviews. Taamar of course is my beta, the best one ever. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood

Warnings: Usual for me.

Rating: MA

Eric Ballard

Eric Ballard was sixty years old, not that anyone would know by looking at him. He appeared to be no older than twenty, which made sense because he had died his first death at the age of nineteen and a half. He still remembered how many days had been left till his twentieth birthday. His father was going to give him the old Mustang. He'd always loved that car, which was why he had taken it for a drive and wrapped it around a tree. Thankfully, he had died instantly, which meant he hadn't had to face his father's wrath. Of course, that's only what he told himself to deal with the pain of losing everyone he'd ever loved in one moment. Nearly forty years later, and it still hurt.

Eric turned down a side street in Cardiff to reach his flat two blocks over. He stopped suddenly when he felt the rush of another Rift Child.

"Hello?" he said, his American accent still present even after spending so much time around the Welsh.

A man with dark hair stepped out from behind a garbage bin. "Hello," the man said, taking a step forward. "I've only just arrived. Do you think you could point me in the direction of the Rift Leader?"

"You didn't come though one of the portals?" Eric asked, confused. Rift portals had been created over a century before, by Toshiko Sato. They removed the risk of a Rift Child appearing naked in the middle of a crowded street. Currently in Cardiff there were two portals in Torchwood tower, the giant T that towered over Cardiff like a beacon of safety, and also two more at a local private school that only admitted Rift Children.

"No, it appears I didn't."

"How did you manage to find clothing?" Eric asked. He wasn't stupid, this all seemed a bit off to him, but it was important to get this man to the Captain Harkness as soon as possible.

The man smiled. "I stole it… Not my proudest moment, I must say, but I could hardly wander through Cardiff naked, could I?"

Eric looked the man up and down. He was wearing what appeared to be trousers a size too big, and a shirt a size too small.

It was possible that the portals had malfunctioned. It had happened before; all technology misbehaved at some time or another. "Well," Eric said, "How about you come with me to my flat and will get you all sorted out. May I ask your name?"

"Let's go with William, it seems like a respectable name. I am a man who likes respect," William offered.

Eric nodded and began to walk toward his flat, with William following behind him. Frankly, the man gave him the creeps, but that was neither here nor there. The fact of the matter was, the Rift Children helped each other out, and it was protocol for new arrivals to report to the Rift Leader.

Eric opened the door to his flat and went in ahead of William. He flipped on the overhead light in his living room and gasped in shock. There was another man, this one properly dressed. Eric had been so focused on William's rush that he hadn't noticed this new man's. This one's hair looked like it had never been combed, and his eyes were hazel and wild.

"What the fuck are you doing in my living room?" Eric demanded, wishing his gun weren't all the way upstairs and in his bedroom. He resolved to keep it on him from now on.

Before the other man could answer, William grabbed Eric from behind and forced a rag into his mouth. Eric tried to fight and pull away, but it was no use. The other man grabbed Eric's feet, and before he could really comprehend what was happening, his clothing was being ripped from his body and he was forced to his stomach. This couldn't be happening, Children didn't do this to each other, they stuck together. Right? It went against everything Jason had taught him. Eric closed his eyes and tried to pretend it wasn't happening.

When both men had finished, Eric heard a soft buzzing noise.

"Not too much longer, dear, and it'll all be over," William said. His voice was hardened and cruel now, nothing like it had been in the alley.

Eric let out a muffled scream when something touched his back, and he felt a burning sensation. Again, he tried to struggle, but he was being held down too tightly. Finally it stopped, and he knew the place they had burned him had already begun to heal. He lay limp, trying to process what had just been done to him.

"Okay, all over now," William sneered before Eric heard the cock of a gun. All he saw was white.

Ianto

It was bright in Cardiff, a lot brighter than it had been a century before. That's how it seemed to Ianto, anyway. The Cardiff in his memory was constantly overcast and rainy. There was no way to know for sure, of course, but Ianto believed that it was the deteriorating ozone. It was like looking at a picture from the 1970s and comparing it to a picture from the early twenty first century. The colors were brighter.

Ianto sat in the very back row of a graduation ceremony. The colors were beautiful. The light of the sun that would one day destroy the planet made Aria Ruby Holland's dark brown hair shine, her skin the same color as the women with whom she shared her name. Ianto smiled as she walked confidently across the stage. Her beautiful smile made Ianto's breath catch; it was like looking at the ghost of his daughter. It was going on twenty five years now that Ruby had been gone. Ianto had seen her a week before she passed, she had dementia but she'd recognized Ianto. Her wrinkled hands had gripped Ianto's and her blue eyes had smiled brightly. "I had hoped to see you one last time, daddy."

Silent tears fell as the young Aria gave the valedictorian speech. Ianto was proud of his great great granddaughter, but he was reminded of Ruby. She had graduated from Cardiff University as well, and at that graduation Ianto had posed as her older brother instead of her father. It was soon after that that he had left her life for good. She married and had three children, and he watched from afar. He watched those three grow and have two, three, and five children. Aria Holland was the daughter of the middle son of the five children Ruby's son had had. It made Ianto feel old to think about. Of course, he was over three hundred now, so feeling old didn't exactly come as a surprise.

Ianto stayed in the background after the ceremony and watched as his great grandson hugged the newly graduated girl. The girl's grandfather was there too, nearly seventy years old. Ianto's phone vibrated, pulling him away from his distant relatives. With one last look at them, he turned and walked away before pressing the button on his headset.

"This is Jones."

"Hello Jones, are you running late? I thought we were meeting for lunch," Jack's voice came. Ianto didn't want to have this conversation. He'd remembered, and if he had left when he was supposed to he would have been at Torchwood Tower now eating lunch with his husband, but he had wanted to stay and watch his family, even if just for a moment. Plus, he had some news to share with Jack that he knew wasn't going to go over well.

"I know, I got caught up," Ianto said, jumping onto a passing shuttle train. Personal vehicles were practically extinct, but the public systems were ubiquitous and convenient. "I'm on my way now. We can reschedule for dinner, if you like."

"Let's do both."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "We'll discuss it when I get there, Jack."

"Okay, I love…" Jack began, but Ianto cut him off by ending the call. He knew he shouldn't have done it, he knew he should have returned the sediment, because he did still love Jack, it just hurt sometimes to look at him. He blamed Jack, not that he admitted it to himself or anyone else, but he did. Bethan was gone, and it had been because of a decision Jack made in 1965, the same decision that had cost Ianto his first life and Stephen Carter his only life. The 456 had returned shortly after Ruby's death, and they had tried once again to take the children. Ianto had begged Bethan not to do it, but in the end all those he loved stood against him, and he lost his daughter. He could still remember holding her limp body and begging her to heal, to please come back to him, but she hadn't. Ianto's relationship with Jack and everyone else had suffered, were still suffering.

Ianto could tell by the look on his husband's face that he was upset about the abrupt way Ianto had ended the call. Ianto sat across from him at the small table in the café on the bottom floor of Torchwood. Everyone on Earth knew about aliens now, and Torchwood was no longer a secret, though Rift Children were still kept hush-hush.

"I assume the call dropped?" Jack said.

"Yep," Ianto lied.

Jack failed to hide his disappointment and put a chip in his mouth. "How was the graduation then?"

"Fine, she was valedictorian."

"Of course she was, she's a genius. Just like you."

Ianto smiled, but it wasn't genuine; he didn't genuinely smile anymore. He looked down at the food Jack had ordered for him. "Thank you for ordering."

"You're welcome. I love you," Jack said quickly.

Ianto attempted not to roll his eyes, but he was pretty sure Jack caught it. The hurt look on the other man's face made him regret it. "I love you too, Jack."

Jack nodded, and the two ate in awkward silence for a while. Jack broke it first. "We've had quite a morning. The Weevils in the zoo got loose."

"Anyone get hurt?"

"No," said Jack, shaking his head.

"That's good. You told them this would happen, I'm just glad their mistake didn't cost any lives,"

"Well, they're human, mistakes happen,"

Ianto shrugged.

"Especially when we're young and scared. When we are still getting used to being us. When we are left to make the hard decisions. Saving a few or saving a million. There aren't always right and wrong sides."

"Jack, I seriously don't need this lecture right now."

"It's not a lecture."

Ianto didn't try to hide his eye roll this time. "Discussion, then. Whatever you want to call it, I'm not in the mood."

"So, dinner?" Jack asked.

"I've got a meeting," Ianto lied once again.

"Will you be home tonight? You know, it's that place up at the top of this building, it's got this room that we used to share."

"I'll try, Jack." Ianto conceded. He usually did go home, he just never slept in their bed any more. He had taken up Jack's habit of brooding on roofs, and their flat happened to be at the top the tallest building in Cardiff.

"Yan, I don't know… what to do."

"About what?" Ianto asked, trying to play dumb. He did that often these days, telling Jack all was well when it obviously wasn't.

Jack reached across the table and gripped Ianto's hand. "About us. You think I can't tell? That you don't… don't even want to look at me anymore?"

"This isn't the place, Jack," Ianto said as he stood to leave. "I'll see you tonight, there is something we need to discuss."

Jack stood and pulled Ianto to him, gently kissing his hair. "I love you, and…"

Ianto pulled away. "I love you too Jack," he admitted before turning and walking away, a lump now firmly in his throat. He did love Jack, but that didn't stop the nightmares that plagued him, or keep him from wondering where Bethan was… and if she was safe.

Jack

Jack sat and stared that the picture of Ianto he kept on his desk. He had taken it only days before Bethan had sacrificed herself, and in it Ianto still looked happy, and in love. It was a look that hadn't crossed his face for nearly twenty years, at least not that Jack had seen. Jack put his head in his hands and stifled a sob. He had always worried about physically losing Ianto, he had never imagined losing him mentally and emotionally. Jack pulled the photo to him and ran a finger over the smile of the man he loved.

He hastily put the picture back in its spot when there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he said, wiping his eyes. The automatic door slid open, and in walked the young version of Trevor Frost.

"Hello sir," Trevor said. He was so different from his older self. So shy and nervous.

"Hey kiddo, ready to shoot?" Jack smiled.

Trevor sat down in the chair opposite Jack's desk. "Yes, sir."

Jack took in the boy's features. Except for his mannerisms, he looked exactly like his older self. Six months was all he had to teach this kid everything he could, and he was already two weeks in. "So when Ianto started working for me… god, over a century ago now, he already knew how to shoot, but as I've told you before, he was undercover so he pretended it was his first time…" Jack winked at Trevor's blush. "Not like that, well that too, but anyway, he did fine."

"He already knew how to, though?"

Jack smiled, there was that smart mouth. "Let's go get started," he said, getting up and gesturing toward the door. Trevor nodded.

The shooting range was in the basement of Torchwood tower. Teaching Trevor the ropes really brought Jack back to his first team and the way he flirted (okay, sexually harassed) each of them. He remembered the way Owen had pushed him away and punched him, how Tosh had giggled, and how much Gwen had wanted him to go further. Trevor just kept missing his shots.

"You need to relax, there's never going to be a time when you'll have to shoot someone without distraction. You can do this," Jack whispered in the boy's ear.

"Jack… I've slept with a man." Trevor said. He missed another shot.

Jack took the gun and sat it on the table in front of them before turning Trevor in his arms and looking at him. "Did you want to?" Jack asked seriously.

"Yes."

"Oh, okay… why are you telling me?"

"I just… I mean, in case you thought I was… like, innocent or something."

Jack laughed. "Oh, I was never worried that you were innocent," he said lifting Trevor's chin and looking into his light blue eyes.

Trevor licked his lips.

"Okay, back to work," Jack said, taking a step back and turning Trevor back around. "Grab the gun and let's try again."

TW—TW—TW

"I think you did well for your first time," Jack said as he walked Trevor out of the Torchwood tower.

Trevor only nodded.

Jack stopped at the shuttle train and turned Trevor toward him. "Be safe on your way back to the school, okay."

"I'm not a child, sir."

"Of course not, you're my charge though, and I love you," Jack said, kissing the kid's head.

Trevor nodded and jumped onto a shuttle. Jack watched as it departed, then smiled broadly when he saw the older Trevor on the other side of the road. The man grinned smugly and walked across to him. Jack pulled him into a hug as soon as he reached him.

"I've missed you, when did you get in?" Jack asked, kissing Trevor gently on the lips.

"About an hour ago," Trevor said as the pair walked back into the building. Jack winked at the security guard before calling the lift. The poor man looked confused. He had just seen Trevor get on the shuttle outside, and now he was seeing him get on the lift with the director.

"Gotta love twins," Jack called. The man only nodded, his mouth slightly open. It was all over the tabloids that the director of Torchwood, who happened to be a long-lived kind of alien, had a thing for sleeping around despite the fact that he was a married man. For shame. Jack loved the tabloids. Even when they were dead wrong he usually got some interesting ideas.

Jack typed the code in for his flat once the elevator closed. He knew he probably had paperwork to do… well not literal paperwork, Jack hadn't seen actual paper in nearly fifty years, but he wanted to visit with Trevor. The man had been gone for nearly a month, and was always good company. And Jack could really use someone to talk to.

"So what do you think about young me?" Trevor asked as the lift began to move.

"Nice kid. A bit shy, but that smart mouth is still there."

"I wanted you Jack, so bad. But I was also confused because…"

Jack looked at Trevor and raised an eyebrow. "Because?"

"Well, you don't know this, but young me is having a bit of an affair with Adrian. He's confused because he likes Adrian and you, both. He hasn't realized that he's a forever bachelor yet."

"Oh, I see. So he thinks he's being unfaithful to Adrian by having a crush on me? If he only knew what Adrian and I did just three days ago in the storage room of that school."

Trevor laughed. "Yeah, kids. Anyway, he's going to be having a conversation with Adrian today about it. So be prepared for him to jump you the next time he comes."

"I'm always prepared to be jumped," Jack teased.

"Yeah, I know." Trevor winked.

"Let's have a drink," Jack suggested when the door to the lift opened to reveal Jack and Ianto's flat. It was massive, encompassing the most of top floor of the Tower, with a rooftop garden as well. Of course, the garden wasn't what it used to be. It had been lovingly cultivated for decades, but Ianto had let all the flowers die, and now all that was left were weeds.

Trevor nodded and stepped out of the lift. Jack followed behind him. During the day the flat didn't need to have a single light on because the sun shone in through the floor to ceiling windows. There were a few bedrooms on one side of the flat each with its own bathroom, the master suite was in the center of the flat, but other than that there were no other walls. It was a bit much for just two people, but they used to have people share the place with them. But now, except for occasional visits from Trevor, it was just the two of them, when Ianto even bothered to be home.

"Scotch?" Jack looked out the window over Cardiff as he opened a decanter of the amber liquid.

"What else is there?"

Jack nodded and poured out two glasses. He handed one to Trevor and kept one for himself, taking a hearty sip before sitting down on one of the ridiculous chairs that Ianto had chosen. The things looked more like sculptures than furniture, but Ianto had said they needed to embrace the century they were in. Jack had a suspicion that the Welshman hated the things just as much as he did, but kept them just to irritate Jack. Sadly, Jack recognized this as wishful thinking. The old Ianto would have done that, but not this one, this one was too lost in grief to think of new and amusing ways to annoy the one he loved. He just didn't care enough anymore. It was yet another small thing on the long list of things Jack missed about his Ianto.

Trevor settled carefully into one of the other sculptures. "How's things?" he asked. Jack knew what that question meant. How was Ianto? Was he any better? Had he forgiven yet?

"The same. He's in town now, but it's been nearly a week since he returned from his tour of the Rifts… so he'll probably be heading off again soon. Never stays here too long, does he? Says he has something to talk to me about tonight. I bet he's made up another 'crisis' at another Rift and he needs to jet off again."

"It'll get better, with time," Trevor reassured him. It didn't help.

Jack looked up from his scotch. "What? Never seeing my lover?"

"No, I mean, he'll get better, he'll stop this… eventually."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Unless 'eventually' is in the next five and a half months, I don't believe you."

Trevor

Eric Ballard's body was suspended from a tree. He had just been found, his pale blue eyes looked straight ahead, and his blond hair was matted with his blood. On his back was tattooed the word 'Putin', which translated very literally to whore in French.

"This is something to come back to, hey rookie?" said one of Trevor's colleagues. The man had only been with the Cardiff homicide division for a few weeks, while Trevor had been with them for over fifty years. They all believed he was the same sort of ageless alien that Jack Harkness was.

"I'm not a rookie, child," Trevor snapped, walking forward to get a better look at the victim, who had restraints on his ankles and his wrists, with which was suspended from the tree. Around his neck was a thick collar.

Trevor rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. He'd known this was coming, and there hadn't been a thing he could do to stop it. Timelines sucked sometimes. He wished things were different. He wondered how long he could keep it from Jason, but was afraid that the answer was 'not very long', and Jason would be furious with him. Ianto would understand, but Trevor couldn't talk to him about it. It sucked all around, especially for poor Eric. "May you have a good next life," Trevor whispered, closing Eric's eyes. "Okay, let's get him down." He raised his voice slightly so that the new guy could hear him.

He sighed. The rest of his day was going to consist of labs, analysis, and press. Trevor hated the press. There was no quicker way to ruin the chances of solving a case then letting the press get involved. As if the bastards could hear him thinking, Trevor saw the flash of a camera. Oh fucking joy. At least he already knew who was responsible for this murder, though it didn't mean he could prevent the ones to come.

Adrian

Adrian liked kids okay. No, that was a total lie, he hated children, but he'd rather deal with them than teenagers. Fuck, he despised teenagers, and what was worse was he looked like he was one of them. He glared at his class watching as they all shouted across the room to one another. Why did they have to yell?

"Alight, everyone please calm down," He tried. No one listened. Adrian grabbed his trusty whistle. It took one good hard blow and the teens all calmed down and sat at their desks. Adrian reveled in the silence for a moment before speaking. "There is no reason for you to yell in my classroom. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," they all repeated. The door to the class opened, and the young Trevor walked in. Late.

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Mr. Frost," Adrian said acerbically. Perhaps he had made a mistake by sleeping with the young man, but the older Trevor had been his first, in a way, and it had seemed right and just to return the favor, especially since Trevor had initiated it. But between that and the fact that he looked no more than a few years older than the boy, Trevor was staring to treat Adrian as a peer rather than as the two-hundred-fifty year old man and instructor that he was.

Trevor walked quickly to his desk and sat down. "I'm sorry sir. I…"

"I don't want waste any more class time with your excuses," Adrian said, cutting Trevor off and turning toward the giant touch screen on the wall. "Alright, we left off during the 1940's. Let's continue from there. Can anyone tell me what Rifts were active in 1940?"

No one raised their hands. Of fucking course.

TW—TW—TW

Adrian stared at his computer screen and wondered if any of the kids in his class knew how to properly use a comma. No, it didn't seem so.

"Sir, may I please explain…"

Adrian looked up to see Trevor standing in front of his desk. "No, it's fine… you were only a minute late, I shouldn't have called you out."

"I was at my lesson with my guardian sir. It ran over…" Trevor said, shifting and biting his lip. Adrian looked back at his lesson plan and hoped Trevor would get the hint. He didn't.

"Sir?" Trevor said hesitantly. "What are we? To each other, I mean?"

Oh shit. "Student and teacher."

"I mean, well, we… " He closed his eyed and took a breath, as if preparing himself for something incredibly difficult. "What do you expect of me? Romantically? Can I sleep with other people? Am I supposed to pretend it never happened? I don't understand what this all means."

Oh… okay not expected. "You may be with whomever you choose. I mean, it's your body, and I don't have any claim on you."

Adrian saw Trevor's face flush with relief. "Oh, good… I was just worried that you were… I mean… I don't want feelings involved, yeah?"

"Trevor, its just sex. I mean, it's not, because I do care for you, but it's not… not like that. Plus… you know that Mr. Sims and I are married, right?" Adrian said. He was pretty sure everyone knew that he and Jason were together.

"I do, know that sir, I just… I didn't know if he knew. And he's hardly faithful."

"Of course he's faithful. And yeah, he knew." Adrian grinned.

Trevor bit his lip. "I don't understand. He sleeps with everyone. And you–"

Adrian interrupted before the kid dug himself any deeper. "He's faithful. We both are. We're just not monogamous."

"Huh?"

So, this was a far cry from the Trevor who'd had the 'sluts have more fun' conversation in his own past. Adrian wondered if he had something to do with Trevor's future attitudes. If so, he'd better start him off right. He motioned for Trevor to sit.

"Love and devotion are not synonymous with sexual exclusivity. Yes, for some people, they go hand in hand, but they aren't required. "

"So you and Mr. Sims aren't splitting up? Because there's a betting pool in the dorms on how long it will last. And another on who you both will end up with, after."

Adrian chuckled. It seemed that betting pools were eternal. "Put your money on it never ending. Listen, in any relationship there are rules, and Jason and I are no different. But no one gets to make your rules but you. Well, both of you, or all three of you, or whatever."

"What sort of rules?" Now Trevor looked interested. He'd once told Adrian that he never wanted a deep emotional bond, so maybe this was what he needed to negotiate his future relationships, whatever they happened to be. He decided to open up a bit, since he knew the older Trevor so well.

"If I explain some of this to you, can you promise not to spread it around the dorms? Because it's really no one else's business, but I think you need to understand it."

"Yeah, I promise. It just doesn't make any sense. I mean, Leodine and Marcus had a huge blow-up over her looking at some other girl, how can sleeping with someone be okay?" Trevor, never one to sit still for long if he could help it, started to fidget.

"Well, for us there's no jealousy because there's no fear that one of us will leave the other, but we keep it out of our shared bed. And he likes to hear about what I do, but I'd rather not hear details about his activities, so that's one of our rules. We've also agreed to discuss it if one of us develops deeper feelings for someone else, but so far that hasn't been an issue. And if there were someone one of us just couldn't tolerate, the other would hold off. As long as we stay within those guidelines, we're faithful, even if we fuck our way across time and space. But if one of our rules were broken I'd be devastated. Like I said, no one can decide what's right for any given relationship except the ones in it, and as long as you all respect that, then no harm, no foul."

"Huh."

"Yeah. So do you think you can make it to class on time from now on?"

"You'll have to discuss that with Captain Harkness, sir. In whatever way you've agreed between you." Ah yes, there was the cheeky Trevor he knew so well.

Jason

"You! What did I say about running off?" Jason growled at a third-year student.

"Not to?" The boy replied.

"Exactly, now go get back with the others."

Jason watched as the boy, now chastened, ran off to join his classmates. Jason didn't know why the fucking Weevils had to get loose the day he took the third-years to the zoo. They should have already been back at the school now, but they were running behind. Jason closed his eyes and wished, not for the first time that day, that Adrian was with him on this little outing. Not because he missed the man (which he did), but because Adrian was good at keeping track of people. Jason had sixteen third-year students, and whenever he tried to count them just by their rushes the rushes jumbled all together, thus he had to do it the old-fashioned way.

"Okay, all you stand still so I can count you," Jason yelled over the brats, or children, whichever. Jason counted them the best he could, looking at his assistant Mirian to see if she had the same number. He smiled when she nodded. All sixteen students accounted for. "Alright boys and girls, let's go home," Jason announced, pointing toward the shuttle that he had rented for the day.

The kids began to board the shuttle and Jason felt a rush behind him. Had he missed a child after all? He turned and saw a dark haired man walking the opposite way. Jason would know him anywhere… Max. Jason instantly gave chase, not even telling Mirian where he was heading.

But the man was gone. Jason closed his eyes and tried to sense him, but he couldn't. It was as if he had just disappeared.

TW—TW—TW

Adrian nestled in Jason's arms. This was Jason's favorite part of the day, when they held each other after sex and just… connected.

Adrian was tracing words on Jason's bare chest. "So I had to set Trevor straight today. He was concerned that fucking him meant you and I were on the outs. He thought I'd expect something of him,"

Jason laughed, "Our Trevor? He's hardly the poster boy for fidelity now."

"That's just it, Jace. Everyone uses the word 'fidelity' to mean not fucking others. That's not what it means at all. It's not like owning each other's genitals is the only measure of affection."

"True. As long as I own your heart I'll be content."

"Always, mon amour. Always." They held each other in perfect contentment for a moment. Jason wanted to tell Adrian about seeing Max but he wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject.

"So, the zoo trip went well," he began tentatively.

"That's nice," Adrian yawned.

Jason bit his lip. Well, he might as well just blurt it out. "I saw Max."

Adrian stiffened. "Who?"

Oh, so he was going to play dumb. "Maximillian Oldenburg, and don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about. If it was him, then we need to find him before Ianto finds out… he's angry enough already. What would he do if he was to have to deal with that man? Not to mention that he may be holding a grudge, since Ianto relocated him. He was dangerous before, but now he has nothing to lose."

"Ianto didn't relocate him. I did," Adrian said quietly.

Jason went still in shock. "Then it's even more important to find him."

"How do you know it was him? I mean it was so long ago, how do you even remember what he looked like?"

That was a good point. It could be that it was just a man who favored Max. "You're probably right." Jason pulled Adrian closer, let his eyes close, and tried to relax. "Goodnight."

"Good night mon amour."