Jack hadn't been himself since Ianto's death and it was apparent to those left on the team. He blamed himself for what had happened to Ianto as well as the rest of his team. For the longest time he'd thought of them as his family when his only daughter had clearly denied him that privilege. Tonight wasn't unlike any other night, as he was wide awake, spending the night at the hub for the fifth night that week. It was obvious that he missed the Welshman. He whined as he sat down on the floor at the edge of the balcony. He missed his team but most of all, he missed his love, he missed Ianto more than anyone else.
He was desperate to see the man he so loved and raised his Webley revolver to his head and pulled the trigger. Blood was everywhere as he was plunged into the darkness. Once again, he grasped at the strings of mortality, not wanting to live without the man he so truly loved. He came back with a loud gasp for air and tears in his eyes, moving to pull the trigger once again. It wasn't until a pair of strong yet immensely gentle hands wrestled away the sobbed and curled in on himself, shaking slightly.
"Ssh." A thick Welsh accent greeted him, but he refused to look up and see who it was. "J-Just let me d-do it… I-I'll come back…"
"Jack… Please stop this nonsense." The voice whispered again.
"Why? I can't s-see him unless I die…"
"He wasn't there this time. Was he?"
"No." He felt strong arms cradling him close as if to comfort him.
"Look up and tell me who you see."
Reluctantly, Jack glanced up to see Ianto holding him close, rubbing his back gently, trying to convince him everything was okay. He clung to Ianto as if he would disappear and kissed him gently, mumbling an apology.
"I'm never leaving you again. The Doctor said
I'd die when you will…for real this time. I went through with it for you." Jack wiped at his eyes, sniffling slightly. "Why'd you do it?" "The greatest injustice to you was my death, the greatest gift I can give you, however is simply my return."
"Thank you…"