Totally a spur-of-the-moment fiction.
Totally what should happen, except better and more epic, but whatever.
Don't own Torchwood.
Jack knew exactly what he needed to do, and he knew how to do it. It had been less than a day since Ianto had died. He sat on an old worn couch he had found in Ianto's apartment. He fiddled with his watch, clicking buttons and putting in the settings. Then he put in one last setting and pressed one last button. A blue light flashed and his entire mind was warped through the vortex.
At the end he found himself standing in front of the original Torchwood base. He smiled, a soft, sad smile, and stepped forward, around to the small shop, the entrance to the base. He walked through the doors, he pressed a button on the corner and walked through the newly formed entrance, down the grated steps and into the headquarters where Susie and Owen were sitting at their desks, drinking coffee and laughing about something, Tosh was running after the pterodactyl, yelling something about giving her cell phone back. And Ianto, Ianto was sitting on the rail of the stairs, laughing at Tosh. Jack felt a pain in his chest.
"Oi! Jack, what are you doing back here?" Owen called down to Jack, who said nothing, just walked, walked to the vault and he grabbed one singular silver, metal, glove and then he walked back out, the others just turning their heads and looking a tad confused as he shut the door behind him.
A tear ran down his cheek at the vision of Ianto again. He pressed the buttons on his watch again, and leaned his head back up against the wall as the time-vortex engulfed him again.
Next he found himself in the Torchwood morgue. He looked at the table, the body of his beloved, not yet buried, dead, pale. There was no one else around, he approached the body, putting on the glove and caressing his face, he could feel the energy being taken from him almost immediately, without him even trying yet. Ianto's eyes popped open and his mouth immediately gasped for air.
"Jack!" Into said, his thoughts only being of the fact that he was seeing anything. Jack let out a gaspy laugh, relieved, a tears running down his cheek and he immediately pulled the naked, newly-resurrected Ianto into his arms."Jack, what's happened?" Ianto asked, Jack pulled back.
"I did some time traveling, got the glove back, and got you back." Jack smiled, pulling Ianto back into a hug. Ianto was the one who pulled back this time.
"Which glove?" Ianto asked, half expecting some sort of devil to appear and start killing everyone.
"Susie's glove." Jack answered, trying again to pull Ianto back into a hug, unsuccessfully.
"But, what about you." Ianto asked, Jack grinned, tears still running down his cheeks.
"I can't die, remember, and I will after a bit, but then you'll be immortal and, when I'm completely gone you'll be completely immortal, I'll come back, I'll return the glove and then…and then we'll be together forever." Jack ran one of his fingers down Ianto's cheek, smiling among the tears.
"But what about when Tosh destroys the glove?" Ianto asked.
"Well….I went pretty far back, but, if my theory works out, then you'll be fine as soon as I die completely…if not then we have about four years in the glove's life span until you leave."
"What are you going to tell everyone?" Ianto asked, sitting up, and flushing at the realization of how naked he was. Jack smirked.
"I don't know, whatever, does it matter?" he asked, smiling. Ianto smiled, shaking his head.
"I guess not." Ianto answered, as he pulled his head up, kissing Jack deeply and smiling as he pulled back.
"My thoughts exactly." Jack said, wiping his face.