A/N:(SPOILERS AHEAD)

This is my very own "Fix It" fic for the events following the last episode of CoE in Torchwood. I was less then pleased with the outcome of this television show, and, though I tried, cannot get myself to enjoy the newer seasons of the show. The lack of beloved characters has made it impossible to continue, specifically, my favourite character: Ianto Jones.

This is a fic I wrote as a substitute for the new season, including one major change: Ianto lives.

If you too were angry at the show, feel free to let me know so we can rant about it together

If you want to know true anger, you can go to my blog where i've described a huge continuity error in the show, which, if the show had been written correctly WOULD HAVE ALLOWED IANTO TO LIVE.

((My blog is listed in my bio))

All anger aside, I hope you enjoy this story!

WARNINGS: MAJOR SPOILERS!, Mentions of death (obviously), some adult humour and brief mentions of sex.

Ianto was confused as he woke, not entirely sure why he felt so strange. Like he was forgetting something.

The thing he was forgetting must have been important because he felt fabric being unzipped around his head, and sunlight coating his closed eyelids. He felt a chill, but it wasn't from a breeze. It was him. Like he was just defrosted after years of being encaged in ice.

Then he heard someone crying. They were female, familiar. The tears of someone in mourning. Someone who lost a person close to them. Ianto felt an overwhelming need to comfort them but he had trouble opening his eyes.

That was when he heard another cry. One that rang through his entire being and filled him with dread.

It was Jack. The female was Gwen. They were crying and he didn't know why.

He inhaled a deep breath. The feeling of it startled him and he sprung upwards into a sitting position, his eyes shot open to reveal the horrified looks of his closest friend and his lover.

Gwen screamed, her face pale like she'd seen a ghost.

Jack looked empty, his eyes hollow. He looked like he had his soul ripped from within him.

That was when Ianto realized he had died.

He was supposed to be dead. He remembered it clearly like someone doused him in ice water. The alien poisoned the air. Jack held him. He died.

Now Ianto was alive. Properly alive, breathing and everything. Yet his question remained.

How?

"I'm alive." He marveled to himself in horror.

"That is not possible." Gwen observed, looking him over, her puffy, red, eyes wide with disbelief. Ianto detested how she looked at him, like he were a specimen in a petri dish, but he liked it more then Jack's heavy gaze. For once, he wished Jack would just look away. "How can he be—"

"Quiet!" Jack demanded, cutting Gwen off, his voice sounding gruff and hoarse. "Give me your wrist." He said, holding out his hand expectantly. Ianto trusted Jack more then anyone but he still hesitated.

When he finally offered his wrist up to Jack, he noticed the contrast in temperature almost immediately. Jack's hands were remarkably warm, and rough though his grip was gentle.

Jack flinched. "His skin is ice cold, like a corpse," It was Ianto's turn to grimace. "But he has a pulse. Its like his blood is just starting to recirculate."

"Like deoxidation." Gwen supplied. Jack nodded. "This is bloody crazy, Jack. He can't still be alive. There is no way he could have survived that."

Jack met Ianto's eyes again. Their sadness and grief was eating away at Ianto's strength, which he was using to refrain from pulling Jack close and telling him that none of it was his fault.

"When Owen was resurrected," Jack began carefully. "he said he remembered what was on the other side. That he remembered death. Do you?"

Ianto shook his head. The only thing he could remember was dying and waking up again. There was nothing in between, like when you're about to go to sleep but then you blink and its morning. "I don't remember anything between dying and right now. It was like sleeping without dreams. Like a chunk of time is missing." Jack closed his eyes, thinking. "I'm so cold." Ianto accidentally said, cursing himself for lack of control over his words.

Jack's eyes shot open, their pain was easy for him to see. Now Ianto knew what people meant when they said Jack's eyes were older then his body. Those were eyes that saw such suffering and loss. Eyes that were now seeing a second chance.

"Of course you are, your blood flow has been dormant for over a day." Jack informed him, taking Ianto into his arms in an attempt to warm him up. Ianto felt like he was melting under Jack's embrace. Every ounce of body heat ignited a new nerve ending. Gwen joined the hug too, but Ianto didn't mind. Soon they were all crying, unable to believe that Ianto was given a second chance. Ianto was desperate to know, not only how, but why.

Jack gave the order to Gwen to check the rest of the bodies to see if anyone else was still alive, while he brought Ianto to see a medic.

Ianto nearly blacked out, trying to stand up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take it easy." Jack said, trying to steady him on his feet. "There we go, nice and slow."

"You said that to me before." Ianto recalled, feeling dizzy. "Though that was in a much different situation."

Jack laughed. "You don't have control over what you're saying right now. When you feel better you'll be embarrassed for mentioning our sex life in an innuendo, which, coincidentally, is my job. Come on, lets get you some air."

A paramedic met them outside of the building. They rushed over with an Oxygen Concentrator and put the mask over Ianto's face. He protested at first, the rush of air making the world spin, but his dizziness began to clear up.

"His oxygen levels are extremely low." The paramedic informed Jack, her blonde hair escaping her tightly wound bun and falling in her face. She was gorgeous, Ianto could tell, but for some reason Jack's flirt-with-everyone-he-met mode wasn't on. "We'll have to bring him in to the hospital to give him the proper care he needs."

Jack nodded, squeezing Ianto's hand reassuringly. "Of course." The paramedic went to retrieve a stretcher from her ambulance.

"You have to go." Ianto insisted, though that was the last thing that he wanted.

"What? No, I'm coming with you." Jack replied, pleadingly, like a child being told to wait for their parents.

"You can't, Jack. The 456 are still out there demanding to take children. You have to stop it. You have to save them." Ianto's voice was muffled through the mask but Jack understood him perfectly.

Jack looked pained. "I can't just... I just got you back. I can't leave you."

"Go, Jack. I'll be fine." Ianto waved him away. "Go on, save the world and tell me about it when you're finished."

Jack smiled but his eyes didn't match it. "You have such faith in me."

"Of course I do."

"I didn't save them before." Jack's tone hinted at his guilt, but Ianto could tell the feeling was much more powerful then he let on.

"You will. I know you will."

"I love you." Jack said suddenly. "when you were... You told me that you loved me I didn't say it back. Right after you were gone I realized that I should have. You were always so much more then a warm body to sleep next to. I thought you died not knowing that I loved you and that alone killed me before the poison did."

"I love you too." Ianto said, blinking back tears. "I knew you loved me without saying. You never really were good at explaining your feelings. Good thing I'm smart."

Jack kissed his forehead and Ianto closed his eyes. "Yes, you are."

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