A/N: Sooo sorry it's been so long—apologies (and love!) to all you wonderful people who favorited me :) This really bugs me that it's so easy to save people (you may have noticed my love of fix-its), and then they just don't. So here's every way I can think of to bring someone back to life. Some of them are probably a bit crack-y. Mostly I'm bringing back Ianto, but I'll do Tosh and Owen as well.

Disclaimer: These people are dead. Can we call them public domain now? No? That's just mean. Well, they're not mine :( Too bad, I'd have done better with them.

Spoilers for Day Four. But then again, you're not here if you haven't seen that; you're off living the meaning of 'ignorance is bliss'.


1. The Kiss Worked

-~-exactly what it says on the tin

It was dark. Or maybe it wasn't. Ianto couldn't be sure.

This was partly because he was extremely disoriented.

But mostly because he was dead.

Of this he was at least mostly certain. He remembered the children, all freezing at once, to point to Thames House. He remembered his own determination, and his pride at being by Jack's side. He remembered being adamant-perhaps too adamant-that humans would fight.

And Ianto remembered falling. Suddenly, painfully, not having the strength to stand anymore, gasping words through his torn throat.

There was no telling where he was-it was literally impossible. It wasn't dark, he could tell that now. And it wasn't light, that much was obvious as well. It wasn't gray, or blank, or dull-it wasn't even nothing.

It just was.

Until suddenly, something else was . Something pleasant. Something that made Ianto feel lighter... except that he couldn't be lighter, because he wasn't anything. He just was.

But the something else was as well.

The something else was impossible. It began doing something, when it-when everything-only was.

Ianto was surprised to find that this impossible thing that it was doing was attaching itself to him. So he, in turn, was doing something as well.

It wasn't much to be doing-as far as he could tell, he was just moving, very slowly-but at the same time it was fascinating, that in a world that simply was, anyone, or anything, could be doing. This doing seemed to be speeding up as he went-went where?-until, it seemed to Ianto that he ought to be going very fast. Not that it was possible to know, when everything just was.

What might have been seconds, minutes, or a small eternity later, the was world all at once wasn't, and it was replaced by a world that did things.

At the moment, it was stuffy, dark, and claustrophobic. Memory flooded back to him in a tidal wave of pain and confusion, and he very nearly screamed. Instead, he just pushed against the restrictive fabric cage, struggling against it until the smooth zip sound hummed past his ear, and he was suddenly blinded with light.

He pushed his eyes closed as hard as he could, fighting against the brilliant light as his eyes slowly adjusted, and he opened them to see Gwen standing over him, looking at once positively radiant and extremely nervous.

Ianto took her hand, pulling himself up before immediately collapsing onto a chair. He rubbed his temples for a second, trying to orient himself. How much time had passed? Where was Jack? Were the children still in danger?

"Calm down, Ianto," Gwen said soothingly, "Everything's fine. The children are safe. I'm a little unclear on how you are okay… just, go talk to our fearless leader for me? He's blaming himself for everything." She explained exactly what Jack had to do to save the world, horror and sympathy in her eyes.

When she was done, Ianto stood resolutely, finding Jack exactly where he expected to. Sitting alone, in the dark corner of the room where Steven had been killed, turning his gun over pensively.

"Jack." His head whipped up so quickly Ianto thought it would have hurt if not for his 51st Century genetics. And/or immortality.

"Ianto? You were—"

"Dead, I know. Strange how that keeps happening. Too bad I didn't get to wake up with a kiss this time."

Jack stood quickly, gun forgotten on the floor. He reached out to touch his lover tentatively, not quite believing that he could have a third chance at life.

"You're really here…"

"I intend to stay that way as long as you need me."

"You're going to be around for a long time then." He smiled weakly, and Ianto took his opportunity, stepping forward slightly.

"And yet, no time like the present." One more step forward…

Exactly how long the ensuing kiss lasted was anyone's guess, both doing their utmost to absolutely melt into a glorious reunion of lips, tongues, and occasional teeth, hands moving where they would to check (and double and triple check) that all parts were still present and in working condition.

Gwen politely interrupted them (with another exclamation of Oh God!) just before they began losing clothes, and kindly instructed them to remove themselves to a more private location (Get a room before I have to bleach my eyes!). And they did, with all possible haste.

It was by no means okay, but Ianto was sure that somehow, he and Jack would be able to work through it.

They always did.