Disclaimer: Don't own Toorchwood, sadly, or Ianto would still be alive.

I think I'm in stage four of the grieving process about Ianto's death. Right now I'm tearing up. Someone just says his name and that's all it takes for me to start bawling. Anyway, this is my first fic EVER, so please be nice and review. The only thing worse than telling me that I suck is leaving no comments at all.

No sound woke Jack Harkness. The Hub was quiet; only Alonso's breathing could be heard. What woke him was a very familiar scent, but one that shouldn't have been there. Ianto's sat up in bed and found Ianto Jones staring back at him.

His first reaction was fear. He'd watched him die, held him as he took his last breath. The familiar features calmed him, his heart rate slowed back down to normal. His mind rationalized the event quickly: this is nothing but a dream.

The only problem with that rationale was that Ianto seemed to be glowing. There was an eerie light around him. Ianto's skin seemed to hold an iridescent quality, like it was alight.

"Jack," Ianto said, a smile full of love crossed his features.

"You—You're dead."

Ghost Ianto's eyes sparkled with amusement. "People don't have a tendency to glow."

His face grew serious. "I don't have a lot of time to explain why I'm here. I wanted to tell you that I'll always be with you."

The incredulous look still hadn't left Jack's face. Experimentally, he reached out a hand to stroke Ianto's face, but found only cold air. "Ianto." His voice choked up with unshed tears. His Ianto was with him, right here, right now. He thought of everything he'd wanted to say to him since he died, but couldn't find the words.

"Jack. I know." Ghost Ianto turned towards the sleeping Alonso. "I suppose he's good-looking. A decent replacement."

"Ianto. No one could—"

"I was only teasing you. I told you. I. Know." He turned his head as though listening to something or someone. "I have to go."

"Don't—" Jack wished he could find the words to say everything he wanted to, to say everything he'd meant to before Ianto had died. But he just couldn't. His mind was spinning with the fact that he was staring at Ianto's face.

Ianto stood and softly kissed Jack's forehead. It was only a light pressure, what shocked Jack was how cold it felt, like ice. "I'll be waiting for you, Jack That's a promise. I love you."

There was a sound like a whoosh of air, but no air stirred. Jack touched the cold patch on his forehead and whispered, "I love you too." Beside him, Alonso stretched.

"What was that then? I heard talking."

"It was nothing," Jack said, staring at the empty place where Ianto had been.