T O R C H W O O D
Prologue
Captain Jack Harkness never changed. He always came back.
And Gwen knew this. She knew Jack would come back.
Besides, the service at the teleport station was lousy. He tried to teleport to another planet, maybe Judoo, to get a kick out of a chase, but the Phernopholatti would just sit around instead of giving him the energy to teleport.
Ianto had never left Jack's mind anyways. Maybe a visit would help him remember all the good times they had together. All the kisses, the naked hide and seek...
He arrived about three months later, about three days later, actually, if you're on the teleport station. Gwen was on her way to the hospital. Jack only knew this, of course, because Rhys answered the phone panicked. Ah, yes, Gwen's pregnant. Forgot about that.
Jack ended up sitting next to Gwen, ignoring the slight stare from Rhys. He knew Gwen would be happy when she awoke. She would see him, smile, then look at Rhys and ask for the baby. Yeah. That's just how Gwen was. Sometimes.
A couple of hours had passed before Gwen finally woke up. Rhys had been pacing the room, worried that the medication she took had been too much, or that the doctor's were actually aliens that took over her soul and ate it for dinner. Torchwood fucks you up.
Jack looked at her, smiled, and glanced at Rhys. He was busy smiling at his wife, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Hm... If Ianto had longer hair, would I have done that?
"Jack, are you okay?" Gwen seemed concerned.
"I'm fine, why?" Jack just smiled.
"You're eyes... They're getting all teared up."
Jack closed his eyes. He was thinking of Ianto, and had almost cried. "Oh. Sorry." He stood, and smiled at Gwen. "Glad you're okay."
With that, he began to leave. He needed to see Ianto. Or, what was dedicated to him, a few feet above his body.
"Jack, wait!" Gwen tried to sit up. Rhys, being the loyal husband, helped her. A doctor had just come in, to check on her. "Oh, you're awake!"
Jack left, Gwen needed to speak to the doctor, not him. There was nothing for her to say.
About a week later, Jack had gotten himself a nice little flat, cheap. Lounging around wasn't something the former Torchwood leader had ever really gotten used to. There was always something to do back then.
Not a moment after Jack had sat down, there was a knock at the door. He got up, and, of course, opened it. Gwen.
"Jack, I need to talk to you." She said hastily.
"No, you need to rest."
Gwen had this look on her face. "Jack, it's important." She seemed pretty serious.
"Alright, alright, go sit down." He opened the door a bit wider, to let her in. She did as she was told and did not waste a minute after Jack had closed the door.
"Jack, it's Ianto. I keep thinking about him. Everyone I look at looks a bit like him." Yeah, I know how you feel. "Plus, the coffee is just.. Disgusting now." Jack couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Jack, you have to believe me when I tell you this. I'm serious. I saw a man, standing near the Roald Dahl Plass. He looked lost, and familiar." Gwen took a moment.
"Jack, it was Ianto."