okay, so I know most of you will probably hate this chapter. I decided to cut the story short because I was having major writers block, and I also wanted to leave the story a bit more open at the end. I also have a gazillion new ideas for fics that I want to write, so I wanted to finish this one before anything else got started. The fics I'm planning on writing next are all Janto fics, which is fast becoming my favorite pairing. So, I hope you guys won't hate me so much after this story, and will give me achance to write better fics :P

anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed my first ever fic, and for those who complained about a lack of Ianto in this one, don't you worry because there will be PLENTY of sweet, sappy and angsty Janto fics to come. Possibly within the next few days :P

oh, and sorry I took so long to update this, I've been out of the country for the past week and a half and I've been very busy. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and try not to be too harsh if I disappointed you :)

Gwen let Jack lead her downstairs to the little bunker where she knew he slept. Part of her couldn't believe this happening. She wanted to block out the memory of the past couple hours, wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in Rhys' arms. But, with a mixture of fury and fear, she knew that it wasn't possible. She would never again share a bed with Rhys; she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. How dare he! How dare he accuse me of such things! And he thinks I'm going to bloody love him after hitting me like that? She closed her eyes and tried to block out the anger. With a jolt, she realized she was standing at the foot of Jack's bed, and the captain was rummaging around in a cabinet in front of her.

Jack pulled out a pair of old pyjamas, thankful that they were still there after all this time. "Here, you can borrow these, and before you say something, I will behave myself. For now." He grinned from ear to ear, hoping to conceal how nervous he really was. He had wanted Gwen in his bed for so long, but this was not exactly the circumstances he had hoped for.

"Thanks, Jack. Really." Gwen couldn't think straight. Here was Jack, offering to let her sleep in his bed with him. It would have been a perfect night, except for the argument with her fiancée. She got changed hurriedly and returned to find Jack lying on top of the bed. He had shed his shirt and was clad only in a pair of old sweats. Gwen flushed, thinking he was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Before he caught her staring at his amazingly toned body, she sat down on the mattress next to him and lay back.

"Least I could do," he said, his voice thick with tiredness. "There was no way I was letting you out of my sight after what happened." She looked over at him, needing to see his expression. The anger on his face was very clear, and it touched her that he felt so protective of her. She was overwhelmed with a momentary burst of affection for the man next to her. She would always look to him, wanting him to pick up the pieces when she needed it. But, she realized, that was all that she needed. Someone who truly understood the things she dealt with every day and felt comfortable talking about them. Someone who would never be jealous or clingy, and would give her space when she needed it. Jack could read her like a book, and she realized that was why she loved him. She smiled softly to herself, daring to let herself drift into a light, uneasy sleep.

Sometime later, Gwen awoke, eyelids crusty with sleep, to find herself curled against something warm. At first she thought it was Rhys, but as the memories of the previous night returned, she looked over and with a thrill realized it was Jack that she had somehow snuggled against in the night. Her head was resting comfortably on his chest, and he had one arm wrapped around her protectively. His eyes were closed, but she doubted he was really asleep. Jack didn't sleep much, he had told her once before. She felt good, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she moved to wrap her arms firmly around Jack's waist.

"Morning." She felt Jack plant a kiss on her forehead, and tried to ignore the shiver that went through her when he did it. "Sleep okay?"

"Like a baby," Gwen said, looking up at him. Jack smiled, and Gwen could see care and concern in his eyes. She found that she couldn't look away from him, from his eyes that had the ability to capture her gaze and hold it for as little or as long as he desired. But she looked away as reality began to seep back into her thoughts. "Oh, Jack, what am I going to do? I have to break up with Rhys, I'll have to start looking for a flat, explain to everyone what happened… Oh God, this is going to be hell."

"Shhh," Jack soothed, planting another kiss on her forehead. "You're welcome to stay here for as long as you like. And Rhys doesn't deserve you." He leaned his head down so his face was inches from hers, and Gwen wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them and press her mouth firmly against his. But she sensed he had more to say.

"You are a smart, strong, beautiful woman, Gwen. Any man who lays a hand on you is a fool, and he will have me to answer to. I promise you that. I will always be here to protect you, and I will always take care of you whenever you need me. I promise." He smiled, his perfect face only inches from her own. She could feel his breath tickle her face, and her heart swelled with emotion at his words. Without thinking she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, gentle at first but quickly growing more passionate as his arms wrapped more tightly around her. She melted into the kiss, feeling her brain go numb as she lost herself in Jack. She had never felt like this with anyone, especially not Rhys. She pushed all of her memories aside as she let Jack take her places she had never been before. She didn't think about last night, or tomorrow, or the next day. All she thought about was Jack and how he made her feel. This was something new, something that made her skin simmer and her blood boil. And she never wanted to let it go.