Author's note: This story is not just a random idea I generated. A good friend of mine read somewhere that Ianto was actually originally slated to die in "Reset." I got to thinking about it and decided I wanted to explore the idea. So, in essence, this is an alternate universe story. Owen's still there and Ianto is the one who died. With that being said, here goes the fun.

"Do it," Jack ordered, giving a nod to Toshiko.

She pressed the enter button.

"Facility shut down in progress," the computer announced. "All personnel must evacuate immediately."

Ianto, who was standing around the back of the van, saw Owen and Martha. He strode over to the two as the computer continued to repeat its message. Smiling at Martha, he offered his hand to her, but she waved him off a little and Owen gave him an odd look. Ianto took a step back, showing he meant nothing by it, raising his hands to prove it.

The computer had run through its third reiteration of the announcement when they all heard a metallic click, the click of a gun barrel moving into place and ready to shoot. Ianto was the first to react, automatically swinging his body in front of his comrades as they all watched the scientist walk towards them, a gleaming black gun pointed squarely at Ianto.

"Did you really think I would let you all just walk away? You ruined everything I worked for!" Dr. Copley growled, taking another step forward.

Ianto held up his hands in submission, his eyes focused squarely on the menacing mouth of the gun. He was aware that he couldn't reach for his gun. Any move and he could have his blood splattered over the van. Of course, that just made his pulse go mad. "Let's not be hasty now. I know you don't really want to shoot that."

"Move out of the way," his voice was low and threatening.

"You don't want to do this. I can tell. Just lower the gun," Ianto inched forward and squarely in front of Martha. Owen took this as a cue and slowly stepped behind Ianto.

"Move out of the way."

"Please put the gun down. No one has to get hurt."

"Move out of the way!"

"You don't want to do this," Ianto could feel the panic rising in his throat as he watched Copley's finger close in around the trigger. "You're a rational man. You don't have to do-"

Ianto never got to finish his sentence.

The bang of the gun sent rang out loud and clear, striking Ianto square in the chest, blood spreading quickly over his clothing and soaking it. He fell back, Owen catching him as he did and lowering him to the ground. Jack was the first to react, pulling out his Webley from its holster in one fluid movement and aiming it at Copley. While the others were still reeling in shock, Jack took a smooth shot. One shot straight though the head was all he needed. Copley fell to the ground, blood oozing freely from the head wound.

Jack quickly put his gun away as he knelt down beside Martha, who was on Ianto's left side by his head. Owen had already started trying to aid Ianto, having unbuttoned his jacket and waistcoat, but all it seemed to do was show how much blood he had already lost and how quickly it was going.

"Ja…ck," Ianto gasped out weakly, as his eyes slipped closed, each breath getting harder and harder to pull into his body.

"Ianto! Ianto!" Jack yelled, putting his hands on both sides of Ianto's face. "Ianto, look at me! Look at me! Open your eyes Ianto!"

As Jack talked to Ianto, Owen was pressing his hands on the gapping wound, causing Ianto to groan as Martha reached for Owen's backpack. Toshiko found she could only stand back and watch in horror as her colleagues tried desperately to save his life. Gwen was beside her and trying not to cry, pleading Ianto's eyes to ease open again.

"It's…o…okay," Ianto choked out, a small smile toying at the edges of his mouth.

"No, Ianto! Don't…" Jack pleaded, stroking Ianto's forehead. "You can pull through this."

"Lisa…would…be…proud."

"Ianto! No! Stay here! Stay with me!"

Martha was still fishing around in Owen's backpack when she sighed and finally pulled out a syringe, sticking it into Ianto's flesh and thrusting down the plunger. However, his eyes never reopened and when Ianto took one last, shuddering, breath before slowly letting it out and lying still, the two doctors knew it was too late.

"Ianto?!" Jack cried out one more time before looking over to Martha who had her fingers on Ianto's neck.

Her sad, forlorn eyes looked up to Jack, and even without speech, he knew. He barely heard the words of those around him. All he could focus on was Ianto's still face in disbelief until the very sight of Ianto's closed eyes became unbearable. He looked away at the SUV, fighting back his emotions. He was only dimly aware Martha addressed him.

"I'm sorry Jack. He's dead."