Book Two of Torchwood: After the Fall

The End is Where We Start From (continued from PART ONE)

Notes: I normally like to keep my notes separate from the story but I just wanted to clarify that in this part there is a good deal brought out about the Doctor and the Face of Boe. Some mysteries are solved and, yes, finally there will be some alien goodness! Yeah!

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A blue Police Box stood near the railing that overlooked the bay. Martha, Mickey and Jack all recognized it. Ianto knew what it was as well (having been at the Torchwood Institute when it was captured). The other three merely looked confused.

"What is it?" Gwen asked; she prayed that it was not the thing that would take her away from her husband and child. She prayed it would not be the thing that would kill her.

"Hello, old friend."

They all turned simultaneously to look at a man in his thirties wearing a brown pinstriped suit with a pair of white trainers on his feet and glasses on his nose. He was leaning nonchalantly against the back of a bench with a casual air about him.

There was nothing about this man that was casual.

"Doctor."

Consequences be damned? Oh shit, had he really thought that before? He was in trouble now.

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PART TWO

Jack watched as the Doctor examined Ianto. He could see it in the Doctor's eyes, in the way that he carried himself, that the Doctor was angry.

He supposed that he couldn't blame the Time Lord for his ire. After all, Jack had broken one of the most fundamental Laws of the Universe, Time and Space. He had changed Time. At least Jack had one thing in his corner going for him -- he had done it for love. He only hoped that the Doctor could see that and would understand. The future had been permanently changed. Ianto could not stay dead; therefore the Time Lord could not fulfill his mission to right the wrong that Jack had done.

Ianto was tense as the man who he had only seen at a distance at Torchwood One and onscreen stood too close. He tried to ignore the little nagging voice in his head that hissed at him that this man was the very same man, the reason, that Jack had run away to be with before. He would not dwell on something so trivial as a past love. Besides, after Jack had left for a second time (this time to help fight off the Daleks) the Captain and the Tea Boy had sat down and discussed Ianto's insecurity and Jack had told him that the Doctor had never seen him as anything more than a friend, a companion. Jack's feelings, his desire for the Doctor had been unreturned.

"Jack."

"Doctor."

"We need to talk. Now."

"I know." He resigned himself to the argument that was sure to follow. He knew the Doctor well enough to know what to expect when it was a situation like this. After all, he could recall the discussion they'd had on the TARDIS when Rose mentioned the time when she had tried to save her father from dying. The conversation had turned dark and Rose had been close to tears before Jack had intervened and calmed them down with another of his crazy anecdotes.

Ianto climbed off the examination table and started to go to Jack but his lover shook his head at him.

"No Ianto, you stay here. The Doctor and I have to talk in private."

"But as it concerns me, I should be there too." Ianto really didn't want to leave them alone for too long. He had believed Jack when the other man had assured him that there had been nothing between him and the Doctor but now, seeing the man in front of him he could not help but feel threatened. Perhaps it was because of Jack's flirtatious nature but Ianto was always afraid that all it would take was a pretty face or a nice arse and Jack would dump him for another.

"And you will," Jack promised with a smile. "But for right now, we need to talk in private."

Gwen spoke up with an amused look on her face. "In other words, he's about to get chewed out and doesn't want witnesses."

Ianto smirked and nodded. "Well then, by all means go. I'll join you in say, thirty minutes?" His hand was in his pocket, fingers gently stroking the stopwatch that had survived the explosion and that Jack had returned to him.

"That's thirty minutes," Jack grinned. "And counting!" He too was thinking wistfully of the infamous stopwatch.

Jack turned and followed the Doctor who had remained silent during the friendly exchange. They made their way up onto the Plass and into the TARDIS. It looked the same as it had the last time that Jack had been inside. He didn't feel the apprehension that he had expected upon entering it; it must have recognized and accepted him once again. That was a good sign, right?

"Jack." The Doctor turned to face him, a severe expression on his face. "What were you thinking? Never mind, as I doubt you were thinking at all!"

"Actually I've done nothing but think for far too long." Jack raked a hand through his hair and sat down on a bench. "Do you know what is was like Doctor? Do you know what I had to feel, to remember? Do you know how I felt? No, you don't do you? I felt as if there was a piece of me missing that I needed in order to stay sane. I needed him in order to stay ME."

"You've lost pieces of yourself before, remember?" the Doctor snapped. "When we first met you told me about it. Two years of your life, two years' worth of memory wiped away never to be returned. And yet you somehow managed all right."

"This was different."

"How? Tell me how this was different."

"Because I lo-love him." Jack's voice choked on the words.

The Doctor frowned and rubbed at his neck.

"And you think that I don't know how you felt? I lost my entire species, every one of my people died and my home world destroyed. Do you think that I haven't been tempted to go back and stop their destruction? And as for love, I understand that as well. Remember Rose Tyler? Do you think that I wouldn't go back and save Rose if I could? Believe me, I would like nothing better than to go back and stop her from disappearing into that alternate dimension in the first place. But now at least she is with someone who can give her everything she deserves. She's alive. She's happy. And that's enough for me to be able to carry on." He tried to convey his empathy for the immortal man's suffering. There really wasn't much that he could do to rectify the current situation, but he had to make Jack understand that what he had done was wrong and why.

Instead of looking ashamed or even just embarrassed, Jack became angry. He had lived far longer than the Doctor ever would. While Time Lords seemed to live forever, that was merely an illusion due to their ability and technology to travel through Time. In reality they could only live a few thousand years at most. It was complicated to think about, but Jack knew that he had lived through more than his oldest friend and knew that there was nothing to be done to change things. Ianto was alive and would remain alive until Time itself had ended. Knowing that did not make Jack any less angry at the Doctor's suggestion that Ianto should have been left dead.

"So it's great that Rose gets a happy ending but Ianto doesn't deserve one? You don't even know him! You don't know what he's capable of! You have no idea what he'll be able to accomplish now that he's got the time to do it."

"No, you're right. But I do know that five years ago Ianto Jones died. I know that the generation of children that he helped to save was filled with great people who made a difference. On the subject of his resurrection, I know that the future of earth and so many other planets has been changed. I also know that so many people will die when they should have lived. And for what? Because you wanted a bloody good shag!"

He hadn't meant to yell, but it was too late to take it back. He flinched inwardly at the look of absolute pain and agony on Jack's scarred face. By Gallifrey's Spirit*, he really did love Ianto Jones. The pain of loss was permanently etched into the handsome features and discernable to those who knew what to look for. The Doctor suddenly felt most, if not all, of his anger seep away into nothingness.

"You don't know anything," Jack whispered harshly. "I tried to move on, I really did, to only remember the good things. I tried to find a reason to carry on but I couldn't get him out of my head." Jack wiped furiously at the tears that had begun to fall. "Everywhere I went I met people or saw things that reminded me of him. I even tried to wipe my memory of him at one point but it didn't work; I saw a pair of beautiful, expressive blue eyes and I remembered. I couldn't give him up, not even as I became what I first met you as."

"The Face of Boe." The Doctor had been surprised when he had confirmed for himself that Jack was indeed the past of his old friend. Each time he had met Boe he had felt the overwhelming sorrow emanating from the alien. When he had learned about Jack on earth he had slowly pieced it together to figure out why Boe was so sad. There had always been one piece to the mystery missing though. Now, as he looked at Jack, the Doctor realized that the missing piece was Ianto Jones. Captain Jack Harkness, the untamable flirt had fallen completely and totally in love with a young mortal human who he had always known he would one day bury. It had to have been hard for Boe, to love someone so much and never be able to die with him. To have to go through life for billions of years knowing that your one true love, your other half, was long since dead and decomposed into nothing. That was why Boe had been there to witness the destruction of planet earth; he had wanted to see the world where he had learned to love one last time. He had wanted to say goodbye to Ianto. It had not given him the closure he had so desperately sought; instead it had fuelled his ambition by one hundred fold.

Oh, Boe, my old friend… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I didn't take the time to understand you. I'm as much to blame for your suffering as the 456. I'm so sorry.

"Yeah, Boe." Jack sat back and chewed at his lip. "I don't even remember how I came to be like that, all I could think about was finding a way back to Ianto. Everything I did was for him. It was always him. I would have suffered the most unimaginable pain if it would let me get back to him."

Something clicked in the Doctor's head. Something that had been bothering him since Jack had first found him again. He vividly recalled the TARDIS struggling to get away from the wrongness that Jack had became, out of shame not fear. The events that had followed had never seemed to make sense no matter how hard he had tried to figure it out. His last meeting with Boe wrapped itself around the memory of a nightmare. YANA sang through his mind. "The Year That Never Was… Boe knew about the Master… Professor Yana -- you said 'You are not alone' -- Oh my… So that means that that year…That nightmare…"

"Yeah, the Master was able to gain a foothold in the past because Time had to be sure that I understood the consequences if I decided to change Time. I felt bad because so many people suffered but I wasn't about to stop it. I remembered it happening before it even happened."

Nothing like a conversation about Time and Space to mess up one's tenses, Jack thought wryly.

"So do you understand?" The Doctor leaned back against the console looking at Jack. Jack had always been childish, irresponsible in his actions. Did he truly understand what he had done? Had he matured in mind and spirit so much that he knew what he had done was wrong and why?

"When I stopped being Boe I was in the darkness. I told Ianto I was coming back to him. For him, it was only a few minutes of his existence. For me it was so much longer. Thousands of millennia I was trapped between life and the darkness. What I suffered because of the Master was nothing in comparison to what I had to endure during that time. I watched as whole universes died and people weren't born. I watched the changes that my choice had brought upon us all. My body is a testament to what I destroyed. Every day when we're together, I'm so scared that the way I look will make him run away from me in revulsion. Yeah Doc, I understand."

"He's going to suffer as well. He may hate you for it when he does," the Doctor warned.

"We've discussed that too. He knows we're linked. His pain and mine are the same now. I think he got slapped earlier actually; my face still stings." He rubbed a bit at the vicious fingerprints on his cheek.

"Hmm, yes, I was wondering about that." The Doctor smiled a little. There really wasn't anything he could do to change things. He could attempt to go back and stop Boe from making the choice but Ianto was now a Fixed Point in Time and Space. The Doctor seriously doubted that he could change that. Sometimes when the past was changed it was best to leave it changed or else to fix it would be more devastating.

There was one more thing though, something small but he was nothing if not curious. He had told Jack about Rose's attempt to save her father, it had been terrifying. This time, no creatures had appeared. Perhaps that meant that Ianto Jones was not supposed to die in the first place. Hmm.

"Jack, the creatures that purge Time impurities… I haven't seen them, haven't detected them."

"Well, it's not like I walked into this blindfolded. I had the permission of Time itself. They wouldn't dare mess with Time."

"No, I suppose not." He chuckled and looked at the Captain. "Only Time Lords and Captain Jack Harkness can do that with style and grace and get away with it!"

Jack's laughter filled up the TARDIS and the ship sang.

*Gallifrey's Spirit: Just a made-up term for a curse or exclamation; like My goodness, Of my God, etc… Not from DW or TW, at least I don't think so.

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By the time Ianto had stepped onto the Plass both Jack and the Doctor had gotten over their anger and were waiting for him.

Ianto tentatively moved to stand next to Jack and smiled a little as Jack wrapped an arm around his waist. Jack rubbed his nose against Ianto's temple and smiled.

"Doctor, meet Ianto Jones. Ianto, this is the Doctor."

"Hello, sir," Ianto said holding out a (shaky, damn) hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

The Doctor chuckled as he took the (shaky) hand in his own. "I doubt that. Jack's no doubt done very little to assure you that he and I are just friends."

"Uh…" Ianto really had no clue as to what to say in response to that.

"Hey now!" Jack mock scowled at the Time Lord. "No picking on the Captain." He tightened his hold onto Ianto and the Doctor's gaze softened.

"I'm only kidding, of course. Ianto Jones." He smiled at the younger man. "You are indeed something special because even if I wanted to change things, I don't believe that I would be allowed."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Ianto said. Change things? What did that mean? Oh God, had the Doctor come here to do more than chat? Had he come to kill Ianto?

"My ship is linked to Time. Time has chosen to make you like Jack and forever link you to it. My ship, the TARDIS, seems to like you too. So since so many things that are dear to me accept you as you are now, I accept you too. I believe that you're strong enough to overcome anything that is thrown at you. Now!" He clapped his hands and grinned like a fool. "Jack has spent the last several minutes raving nonstop about your coffee making skills. Normally I am a tea man, but that's mainly because it's so difficult to find someone who truly knows how to make a good cup of joe."

Ianto couldn't help but smile. His lover did indeed like to brag about Ianto's coffee, he'd always done so.

"Well then, according to TOSH* the Rift should be rather quiet today. How about we say goodbye to the others and head back to ours'?"

"Sounds like a well-thought out plan to me," Jack said with a teasing grin, which made his lover blush and smack his arm lightly.

"Arse."

*TOSH-- what Gwen chose to name the Rift monitoring program, in honor of the lovely, forever missed Toshiko Sato. Rather fitting, don't you think?

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Three Days Later:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ianto groaned and lifted his head to look at the clock. 3:28 a.m. Dammit.

He slowly pushed himself up and reached for his mobile. Gwen's number flashed across the screen so he flipped open the phone.

"Had best be important. Just because I don't need nearly as much shut-eye as you doesn't mean that I enjoy being woken up in the middle of the night."

"Sorry, Sweetheart," Gwen said soothingly. "Rift activity. Samantha and Mickey are on their way to the location. I'll text it to you and the both of you can meet us there."

Jack was all ready getting dressed, the wanker, as Gwen was talking. Ianto wanted to curse his lover for being able to wake up so quickly (mentally and physically) but instead he simply informed Gwen that they were on the way and snapped the phone shut.

"You know," he muttered as he drug himself out from beneath the covers and reached for his clothes (Jack was all ready dressed). "Just because I said that we were more than ready to start back to work doesn't mean that I wanted to be pulled from a pleasant dream at this ungodly hour."

"Ah, but you're so cute when you're all rumpled from shagging and sleeping!" Jack grinned at him as he passed him a brush.

"Sod off."

"Love you too, Baby." Jack's grin widened at the sound that came from his lover. "Was that a growl?"

"Oh shut up you." His shoes tied and hair somewhat presentable, Ianto was ready for whatever the Rift had in store for them. "Let's go."

"Ooh, I love it when you get bossy."

"OUT. Now."

"Yes sir!"

The drive was a short one and within minutes they had joined the other three. Gwen smiled at them and double-checked her gun.

"So what is it?" Jack asked, all business.

"Not sure," Gwen said. "Hopefully it's just a piece of tech for Mickey to play with."

Jack was about to reply when an ear-piercing scream rent the air. They all raised their guns and Mickey consulted his scanner.

"There's a great deal of energy from about fifty meters THAT way." He pointed to the left, down through a field.

They hurried into the field and kept an eye out for anything amiss. It didn't take long for them to find the alien.

It was a nearly six feet tall humanoid with clawed hands and a tail like a whip. Teeth that were razor sharp glistened as they in the moonlight dripped with some sort of grayish slime. It's body was covered with red scales and patches of cream-colored fur on its' naked torso.

"Jack, recognize it?" Gwen asked.

"No, I don't." Jack frowned as he looked at the alien. The way it snarled at them told him it probably wasn't friendly. He really wished that the translator that Toshiko had been so fond of hadn't been lost then maybe they could understand the growls.

"Ok," he said. "Johnson, Gwen -- you two go right while Mickey and Ianto take the left. I'll cover the front."

"Hold on!" Gwen snapped. "In case you've forgotten, you said you did not want to be in charge. Don't go tossing out orders now, not on your first mission in how many years?"

"Well, unlike you," Jack retorted. "I've had much more experience with sharp-toothed aliens. Therefore what I decide is probably the better course of action."

"You mean arrogance," Johnson said acidly. She was not dealing well with having to work with Harkness and Jones. Yes, she had worked with Harkness before, but that was because there had been no other choice. She truly regretted her previous actions against Torchwood, but she had not come to like or respect Harkness anymore than before the 456. Besides, Torchwood had functioned just fine without the cocky Captain at its' helm.

"Oy!" Mickey exclaimed. "I think he's right. He traveled with the Doctor and helped save the world loads of times. He knows what he's doing."

"Thank you, Mickey! Remind me to not call you Mickey Mouse for a while," Jack said throwing a triumphant look at the women.

"You got it, Captain Cheesecake."

"Um, guys," Ianto said worriedly watching the alien. It was starting to get antsy. Never a good sign, in his opinion. Too bad he was ignored in favor of the argument.

"Oh, of course the men stick together!" Gwen huffed angrily. "It's always the same with you, isn't Jack? Charge in with guns blazing and tear everything up, leaving a mess for the rest of us to clean up! Not anymore! We contain the threat and ask questions before we shoot, not after."

"So you just assume that because I think we should surround it that means that I want to kill it? So you think I'm a monster then?"

"That's what it appears to me!" Johnson fumed at Jack's brashness. The arrogant git. She longed for a concrete block to contain him; at least he wouldn't be able to run his mouth.

"Guys…" Ianto tried again. Oh, it was definitely not a happy alien. It was now crouched down on its' haunches clawing in agitation at the ground.

"Maybe you should try listening to what he has to say before you make a snap judgment," Mickey said in an angry tone. He hadn't been Jack's biggest fan before but that was because of Rose. Rose was in his past, all of that was over with. Besides, Mickey knew enough about what had happened five years ago to know that Jack had been forced into a situation that was out of his control and had lost everything because of it. His respect for the other man had increased greatly even before the man himself had returned. In fact, he had always kinda hoped that Jack would return so that he could work with him.

"Oh? And what exactly would Captain Jack Harkness do then, hm?" Gwen said her eyes alight with simmering rage. No, she would not allow a possibly innocent, probably scared alien to be hurt or killed just because Jack wanted to make a point. The events of five years ago had changed her outlook when it came to Torchwood and aliens. She truly believed that peaceful relations were entirely possible.

"Oh, now you ask!" Jack snapped back. Before either woman could reply he continued. "Like you I think it should be captured as peacefully as possible. I want to try to communicate with it but -- not now Ianto -- we have to be prepared to take it down if necessary. THAT'S what I think we should --"

"Oy, you lot! WILL YOU SHUT UP!"

They all turned to star at Ianto who was giving them the scariest look he could manage. It was pretty scary. And it was enough to make them all fall silent and focus on him.

"Honestly, even Owen paid me more attention than all of you put together. Look!"

They all followed his finger. The alien was clearly ready to pounce.

"Shit!"

"Yeah, how about we take care of this and then argue ethics?" Ianto said tersely. He raised his gun, wishing he had a stun gun, and took aim.

Unfortunately they had argued for too long. As they all took aim the alien lunged at them, its' body going straight for Johnson. Ianto saw this and knew that it was very likely that she would be ripped to shreds. He threw himself in front of her and felt a searing pain lance through him.

"IANTO!"

Oh God, oh Mother of Life, Ianto was torn in half. Jack couldn't move as he watched his lover get ripped apart. It was worse than anything he had suffered at the hands of the Master. It was worse than anything he had suffered when he changed Time. It was far worse than dying and seeing Ianto in the darkness sobbing his heart out for his Captain.

Jack began to tremble, not even noticing that his own body was falling to pieces.

There was so much blood. It covered the ground and the alien.

Mickey and Johnson, who had frozen in shock as the alien attacked, fired at the alien in vain. There was nothing they could do for Ianto, but they hoped to take it down.

Gwen got over her own shock, having seen Jack die numerous times before, and pulled out a portable containment cell. She watched as the alien staggered away from Ianto's torn body and then threw the cell at it. It opened and quickly encased the alien. It would not last long, but thankfully the alien had been injured badly enough for it collapse unconscious.

"Everyone all right?" she asked breathless.

"You mean besides Ianto and-- shit!"

Mickey looked like he was going to be ill. Gwen could now see why. Just as Ianto lay in pieces in a pool of his own blood, so did Jack several yards away. She then recalled a conversation that she'd had with him a few days back.

"So if he gets a scratch, you will too?"

"Yep. Every single injury he gets I'll get. It's a two-way street I'm afraid. If I get hurt, so will he."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be. It's but a small price I have to pay in order to be with him."

"But it's so difficult for him when you die, how will you both cope?"

"We'll manage. We always do. I'll just have to get used to not waking up in his arms right after. It'll give me an excuse to hold him tightly all night long."

"Arse."

"Yep."

"Oh! Oh no!" Suddenly she wished that she had explained her plan, told Jack about the containment cell. It was standard procedure now to always carry one on yourself, just in case. But she had been too busy running Torchwood and trying to forget all of the pain from before that she hadn't thought ahead. How stupid was that?

She moved to kneel next to Jack while Mickey went to Ianto. Johnson hurried to get the van to place the alien in. They all felt helpless.

For Gwen, she felt most sorry for Ianto. He had never asked for this and yet he had put himself in danger because he knew that he would survive. But to have to suffer his first death since his rebirth in such a horrible fashion cut her to the core. If they had worked together and had listened when Ianto had tried to get their attention then this would not have happened.

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"UAH!" The gasp of life returning to his body hurt almost as much as dying. Ianto's back arched painfully as he tried to move.

"Shh, just relax. Let it happen."

Jack. That was Jack's voice!"

He opened his eyes and stared at his lover. Jack looked exhausted as he held Ianto close to him.

"Jack?" he croaked tiredly. God, dying was a very exhausting experience. When it had happened before it had felt like going to sleep. Now it felt like that plus it hurt like hell. He raised a shaky hand to touch a sweaty brow. "Are you okay?"

The laugh that came from Jack was nervous and as shaky as Ianto's hand. "Oh, you idiot. Of course I'm okay!"

"But I remember… I was torn in half. I could feel it. All of it. So I know you did too." Breathing was getting easier. That was good. And Jack's body was so warm. Mmm, he could just go to sleep right now and be happy.

"Yeah, I could. But it's over now. The Hub's got a new pet, though I'm leaving it to Gwen to name." He pressed a kiss to Ianto's head. "I'm sorry. This is my fault."

"Pardon?"

"If I had just let Gwen do it her way, if I hadn't gotten so bossy -- sexy on you though -- this wouldn't have happened."

"No offense, but it's not entirely your fault. Just a big part of it."

"He's right."

Martha had been busy with a report and had left the two men alone, although she felt that she had to speak her mind now.

"You're used to being in charge, so is Gwen. The four of you were so busy engaging in battles of the sexes that you let it over cloud your judgment. That's why Ianto got hurt." Not killed, she would not think of it in that term. She couldn't.

Jack regarded her for a moment before letting out a chuckle. "Battle of the sexes? Yeah, that's what it was. Me and Mickey against Gwen and Johnson. Being immortal and very old doesn't always make one wise." He sighed and hugged Ianto. "Forgive me?"

"Of course. I always do." Ianto carefully pushed himself up. He looked down and saw that he was completely healed. From what he knew about Jack's immortality and deaths he would feel like crap for a bit after he woke. He figured that as he was not yet accustomed to dying it would take him a bit longer to feel normal again. Jack was making dinner tonight.

"You need to talk to Gwen. Actually, I think that we need to have a team meeting," Martha said as she came over to check Ianto over. Jack had awakened over an hour ago, no doubt because he'd been through this so many times before. "There needs to be some sort of arrangement about who's in charge of what and when. Compromises need to be made and kept. Torchwood can't afford to have something like this happen again. Dissension among us will only result in the team being torn apart."

She was right. They had to work together.

"I'm taking Ianto home for the day. Tell Gwen to call a team meeting tomorrow so that we can discuss this. You're right; we have to work this out now. Next time it could be one of you that gets hurt." Jack stood and helped his lover to his feet.

Martha stepped back to allow them to leave. She smiled as they passed her. Today had been difficult for all of them but it was only one milestone that they needed in order to be a team. She reached for her comm unit to call Gwen.

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Jack tucked Ianto's head beneath his chin and sighed. He was ready for sleep.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You said that we could leave now and be back right after right?"

"Yes, why?"

"I think that after today we both need to clear our head a bit. I was thinking that perhaps we could go somewhere for a little holiday. Somewhere nice and quiet so we can relax. We can go away for a few weeks and be at the Hub tomorrow for the meeting."

Jack immediately thought of the different places he could take Ianto. He knew his lover's tastes and dislikes. He smiled as he thought of the perfect place.

"How do you feel about day-long massages and sandy beaches where the oceans are teeming with life and the nights are as warm as the days?"

"Sounds lovely. Can we go now?"

"Take a nap first; you're going to need it once I get us booked. You know, the sea water on Ffrana has aphrodisiac properties…"

Ianto was all ready asleep. Jack smiled and held him closer. Tomorrow they would go on holiday. Then they would settle things with Gwen. Tomorrow. For now, he would sleep.

End Part Two

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Part Three will be up soon. Hopefully next week. I hope that this part was less depressing but I did need the angst and drama to help round things out. Expect more teamwork in Part Three!!