AN: You all have "rosieposy" to thank for this chapter – she's bribing me as we speak. Here's my end of the deal, I now await hers :)

Prepare to welcome another familiar face to the mix.

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"Wow this place is huge." Ianto said as he walked into the studio and looked around. The entire space had been whited out with just a few pieces of furniture and Jack's camera kit to break it up, along with the small kitchen area. All the walls were bright white too, with a selection of Jack's favourite black and white shots dotted about. From the outside the building looked small and nondescript, inside it was an immense cavernous space.

"It's deceptive isn't it?" Jack replied as he watched Ianto move about the room.

Ianto nodded as he turned back to look at Jack. "I didn't think you'd call me." He said simply.

Jack moved over to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle as he replied. "I didn't think I would either."

Ianto walked over to the wall that housed Jack's photos and studied them. "These are incredible." He said as he admired the photos. "This guy is very photogenic." He said glancing over his shoulder at Jack.

"Yeah he was." Jack admitted as he looked past Ianto at the shot of John. He gazed fondly at the man in the photo before passing Ianto his coffee.

"Thanks." Ianto said taking the mug. "Old flame?" He asked.

Jack nodded. "You could say that." He said sipping at his own drink.

"We all have them." Ianto mused as he took a drink from his mug and winced as he swallowed it. "Okay next time I make the coffee."

Jack laughed. "Sorry I only have instant. I have juice in the fridge I think?" He offered.

Ianto nodded and passed the mug back, turning to look back at the photo as Jack brought him a glass of juice.

"He's my husband. He died six months ago." Jack admitted gently as he stood beside Ianto and held the gaze of John who was staring out at him from the image.

"Oh." Ianto said slightly taken aback. "Jack I'm so sorry." He added sincerely.

Jack nodded. "Yeah me too." He murmured.

"Were you married long?" Ianto asked gently.

"Eighteen months. It was a great eighteen months." Jack replied fondly, a brief smile flashing across his lips but vanishing almost as quickly as it had appeared.

"Is he why you didn't think you'd call me?" Ianto asked carefully.

Jack nodded. "I wasn't sure if it was too soon."

"Is it?" Ianto asked.

"I still don't know." Jack admitted walking away from to wall and settling on the sofa. Ianto followed after a few moments and placed himself on the other end as Jack spoke again. "Part of me thinks it's too soon – that I should still be mourning my husband and that I shouldn't be looking at anyone else. The other part…" He trailed off.

"The other part?" Ianto prompted gently.

"Thinks you're gorgeous." Jack admitted.

Ianto smirked as he blushed. "You're pretty hot yourself." He replied.

"I don't know what to do." Jack said as he gazed at the Welshman.

"Look I'm playing at the club again tonight. Why don't you come to the gig, and maybe have a few beers with me afterwards? No pressure." Ianto suggested.

Jack nodded. "Okay."

Ianto smiled as he rose to his feet and placed the empty glass on the bench in the kitchenette. "It starts at 9 – I'm on at 11. I hope you come, but if you decide not to, I'll understand." He said walking back over to Jack.

"I'll come." Jack answered.

"I'll see you tonight then." Ianto said with a gentle smile.

Jack nodded.

"Don't work too hard." Ianto called as he wandered out.

"Bye." Jack called back before turning and walking back over to the photo of John and looking up at his husband. "Any ideas?" He asked out loud. John's face stared down at him but offered no response.

"I miss you." Jack murmured, reaching out and placing on hand over John's white face.

TW

Ianto was sat in the room backstage at the club. Checking his watch once more he found that he had twenty minutes before he needed to be onstage. He wished he could see the crowd and find out if Jack was out there. After this afternoons revelation Ianto wasn't expecting to see the older man again, but he could always hope. A gentle knocking on the door of the room brought his attention back and he rose to his feet to open it.

"You know I had to get my ID out to get back here?" Owen complained loudly.

Ianto sniggered. "Funny how they don't recognise you." He deadpanned.

Owen stepped forward and pulled Ianto into a warm embrace. "Guess I should be grateful that you still have my name on the door." He commented as he stepped inside the room and Ianto closed the door.

"Well you kept threatening to come to a show." Ianto replied.

"When do you go on?" Owen asked.

"Eleven." Ianto answered. "How's it looking out there?"

"Busy. Standing room only in fact. The act before you is currently murdering a few Sinatra classics." Owen pointed out.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Ianto asked as he began to unpack his saxophone.

"I just wanted to see you. It's been a month or so. Wondered how you were doing." Owen remarked.

"I'm doing fine Owen. You?" Ianto asked.

"I miss you." Owen said.

"Sure you do." Ianto replied unconvinced.

"I do." Owen said. "I thought we could maybe grab a drink or two after the show?" He asked.

Ianto shook his head. "I've made plans." He replied, hoping that wasn't a lie. "Look its great to see you Owen, but we've been through this. It was fun, right up until you fell in to bed with your secretary that is." He explained.

"That was a big mistake." Owen said.

"Yeah it was. How is she?" Ianto asked with a smirk.

"Hopeful." Owen remarked. "She doesn't seem to be convinced that I'm gay."

"Neither am I." Ianto muttered as he glanced at his watch. "Look I need to go. Stay for the show at least?" He asked.

Owen nodded. "Look if you change your mind…"

"Which I won't." Ianto interjected.

"Call me sometime?" Owen asked.

"I'll see you around Owen." Ianto said ushering him out the door. Picking up his saxophone he made his way to the stage door as the previous act walked off looking a little dejected. Taking a deep breath the Welshman opened the door and stepped out onto the stage, the rapturous applause he received providing some comfort as he scanned the room for Jack. Ianto smiled as he spotted the older man leant against the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand. Ianto winked at him and received a small smile and a raised bottle in return. Bringing the saxophone to his lips he began his set.