Jack knew he was dying. The virus the 456 released was quickly taking control of his body. He glared defiantly at them, saving the last ounce of his strength to kiss Ianto. Then darkness claimed him.

Hours later, he woke up in a hospital bed. Confused, he blinked and looked around. One moment he had been in Thames House, now he was in this bed, and not alone either. In the other bed next to him was Ianto. Sitting next to him in a pair of armchairs was Rhys and Gwen. Owen was sitting in another chair next to Ianto with Tosh on his lap.

How could all of this happen? Ianto, Owen, and Tosh should be dead. Tosh and Ianto had actually died in his arms, but here they all were. Safe, whole, and very much alive.

"Welcome back sleeping beauty!" Ianto greeted him as he lay on his side, head propped up on one arm, gazing at Jack lovingly.

"What-what happened?" Jack asked. "I watched you die. You, Tosh, and Owen. How are you all alive?"

"We don't know Jack. Clearly, some huge miracle has taken place. What's more astonishing is that the rift is gone, and everything bad that has ever happened has been reversed. It's almost like time and the whole universe has reset itself." Gwen replied.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. No weevils, no cybermen, no daleks, no 456. You name it, it didn't happen. It's just like waking up from a very bad dream."

"Who did it? Or what? And Why?"

"We don't know. Someone must have thought you suffered enough and decided to give you the best reward possible. A fresh start." Tosh put in.

The idea of a fresh start was foreign to Jack for a while, but he gradually warmed to the idea. He and Ianto had to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation, but they soon were allowed to return home. Jack was glad of it. He and Ianto both had been reprimanded by the nurses several times for getting into each other's beds. The nurses had claimed that they needed proper rest to recover, and that there was no way they'd get it if they were sharing one bed.

The question was, which home would he go back to? There was no longer a need for Torchwood, and to be honest he was getting tired of the little camp bed he had slept on in the hub. Not like the hub had ever really been a proper home. Thankfully, Ianto solved the problem for him.

He and Ianto had just finished making love. Ianto was lying on his back with Jack curled up beside him under his arm, his head on Ianto's chest. Jack smiled as he listened to the rhythmic beat of Ianto's heart. It had been racing earlier as Jack had taken him to the heights of pleasure, now it was slowing down to a regular pace as he and Jack rested and snuggled.

"Mmm. I could get used to this." Jack purred as Ianto lovingly stroked his hair.

"So could I. You know, if you move in here, we could do this every night."

"Really? You want me to move in?"

"Yes. Do you want to? Would that make you happy?"

"More than anything in the world, Ianto Jones."

"I take it that you'll be moving in then?"

"Yes!"