"NO!" wailed the little blonde girl, "You cant leave!" She firmly attached herself to Jacks' leg.

"PLease! Just a little longer!" begged her older brother, grabbing Ianto by the hand.

"Matilda Jane adn David Lucas. Uncle Yan and Jack have to go." Jillian said in a stern voice, "Besides, you're already late to pick daddy up at the airport. Remember?" The children let go of them and raced over to the gray car, "BYE!" they yelled over their shoulders.

"Thanks for watching the kids, bro." Jillian said, hugging Ianto.

"It's no problem, honestly." He patted her on the back. She turned to Jack.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Harkness. Can I talk to you alone for a moment?" she asked. He looked at Ianto who gave him a hopeless look.

"Sure. And it was a pleasure to meet you." Jack replied, following her over to one of the many great pillars that surrounded the musem.

"I hope you can forgive me, but you yans' heart when you left. And I cannot allow that to be excused." There was a sicking crrruunnchhh as her fist made contact with his face. He stumbled back from the force of the punch. Dazed, Jack stood up and leaned against the pillar for support.

"That." he gulped, "Hurt."

"Im sorry. I just care for my younger brother alot. More than he thinks I do probably." Jillian explained. She extended her hand and not knowing what else to do, Jack took it in his own and shook it. "I hope we see each other again. And you may want to put some ice on that when you get home." With that she turned around and left. By 'that' she meant his bloodied nose that was already staritng to swell. Jack gingerly touched the purple bridge. "Damn" was all he could say.

He waited until her car pulled away and then walked over to an anxious Ianto. "Oh my god! What the hell happened ?!" he asked rushing over to the older man.

"Your sister. That little lady can punch. I haven't been punched like that scince, well since the war." The young mans hands dropped to his sides.

"Jillian just broke your nose and you're happy?" he asked in disbelief.

Jack smiled, "Surprised. Not happy."

Ianto sighed, "You are impossible Jack Harkness. Simply impossible." The smile on the mans face widened.

"True. But you know what would make me feel better?" he said to Ianto, who already knew the answer.

"No Jack." he said, or atleast that's what he started to say. Jack wiped the blood from his face using a hanercheif and pulled him into a gently kiss on the cheek.

"Ice cream. That is the cure to all aches."

Ianto giggled, "Absolutely impossible."