A/N Sorry for the long wait … I hit a writer's block.

Updates won't be that often for about a month as I have my GCSE exams so need to study and prepare for them. It should pick up again after that…

Jack pulled the Welshman closer to him, breathing in his scent and nuzzling his hair. Ianto shivered and turned over to face Jack.

'Morning.' He smiled at Jack who felt his insides melt as he smiled back. He was sooo lucky.

'Morning. Sleep well?'

'Like a log you?'

'You know, same ol' same ol'. Breakfast?' He ran a hand along Ianto's cheek, cupping it slightly.

'Nah too early.' Ianto leaned into the touch and closed his eyes.

'Coffee?' Ianto's eyes shot open. What was wrong? Jack never offered to make coffee…like ever!

'Jack what do you want?' Jack managed to look indignant.

'Want? Why would I want something I only offered to make you coffee.' Ianto managed to roll his eyes, even though it hurt slightly due to him only being awake for about five minutes.

'That's it – you offered to make coffee. You only offer something like that when you want something. Even then it's not worth it because your coffee is worse than instant coffee and that is a remarkable achievement.' Jack sighed. He should have known better than to try and get around Ianto. His lover always knew when Jack wanted something.

'It's nothing like that Ianto. Yes I know what you were thinking and even though it is tempting I'd rather hear the rest of the story. I mean if that's ok with you because it's good with me if it's not I just thought it would be nice if it was because I'd like to know how I got my Yan back and what this Fylande person did after and…..' Jack was cut off by a pair of lips on his own. Before he had chance to deepen it though, they were taken off him. He looked sheepishly at the man in his bed. 'I was rambling wasn't I?' Ianto nodded. 'So can I have the rest of the story?'

'Not the rest.' Jack pouted. 'You can have the next part but it's too long to give you all the rest now.' Jack smiled and planted a kiss on Ianto's lips. He pulled back and snuggled down opening his arms and inviting Ianto in. Ianto shook his head and smiled. Jack Harkness never ceased to amaze him – not that he didn't want him to. Ianto leant back into Jack's arms as he looked to the ceiling.

'Well…she said she 'just knew' that she had to follow me, she never did give me the full story.'

'What did she give you?' Jack buried his nose in Ianto's hair, inhaling his scent. Ianto squirmed and leant further into Jack's arms – if that was humanly possible.

'A way back.'

*~* Flashback *~*

'Here' Fylande pushed a grey object at Ianto who picked it up gingerly.

'What's this?' He asked examining the object. It looked like the one he had used to come here but it was heavier. The two handles he had held were a darker shade and the metal felt a lot colder than the original.

'That is your ticket out of here.' Ianto met her eyes to see they held sadness in them.

'It's heavier than my one. Colder.' Fylande rolled her eyes at him.

'Well it can hardly be identical can it?' When Ianto stared at her blankly she sighed. Your one took you into the future but you want to go back to the past. If I merely fixed yours, you'd go gallivanting into the future again – but I won't be there to save you that time for it won't be my future. I studied the technology, changing it so it will take you back. I had to change the metals used as your ones were the reason you came to the future, I reshaped it slightly so it's more comfortable to hold. All you have to do is press this button and you get your Harkness back.'

'How did you managed to manipulate the technology though – I'm pretty sure they don't teach that in school.' Fylande met his eyes squarely.

'You're not the only one who has worked with Toshiko Sato.' Ianto's jaw dropped…

*~* End Flashback *~*

..Mirroring that of Jack's.

'Our Tosh?' Ianto nodded. 'Toshiko Sato?' He nodded again. 'Our Tosh?' Ianto nodded exasperatedly. 'Tosh?'

'For God's sake Jack – Our Tosh! Yes! Toshiko Sato. Small Japanese woman we work with. TO-SHI-KO SA-TO. Got it?' Jack nodded meekly. 'Good.'

'But why has she worked with our Tosh?'

'Forgot to ask.' Ianto brushed off the question. He had asked – he just hadn't like the answer.

*~* Flashback *~*

'Torchwood? You work for Torchwood?' Fylande nodded impatiently. 'But hasn't meeting me broken the laws of timelines and whatever?' Fylande merely remained silent as she fiddled with a couple of buttons. 'Fylande.' She stopped and met Ianto's gaze. 'Why did you break the laws of time and stuff – I should have never met you in my future while working with you in your present. There can't be two Ianto Jones' in the same time period.'

'Exactly.' Her curt response sent chills down Ianto's spine. It was said with such sadness and finality it unnerved him. He just looked at her quizzically.

'What? What happened?'

'Just go Ianto.' Fylande stepped back from him so as not to get caught in his time travel.

'But...'

'Please…'

'Yea but…'

'No buts…leave – please.'

'Fy -' Ianto was cut off as Fylande pressed a kiss to his lips. Ianto put pressure behind it knowing this was her way of saying goodbye and he wanted to thank her for getting him back. Breaking the kiss, Ianto looked down to see the device flashing where Fylande had pushed it while she was kissing him. She stepped back a bit more and smiled softly.

'Thank you.' She whispered before Ianto vanished.

*~* End Flashback *~*

'She just pushed the buttons and sent me back. So here I am – back with you.' Ianto smiled up at Jack.

'And not a moment too soon.' Jack leant down and captured his lips sighing as they met. He caressed Ianto's lips with his own before tentatively running his tongue along the bottom lip silently begging for entrance. His begs were not ignored. Ianto opened his mouth allowing their tongues to collide and massage each other sending fireworks exploding in Ianto's stomach. Ianto was so lucky where Jack was concerned; he had tamed the captain's heart and had been taught so much by him. As Jack was drowning in the taste that was typically Ianto, he was thinking how lucky he was for finding someone who was willing to love him. When the need for oxygen became too much, they broke apart smiling softly at each other.

'Come on.' Ianto threw the duvet to one side, slipped out the bed, made his way to Jack's side and pulled Jack to his feet. 'I am not spending all day in your bed.'

'Why not?' Jack raised an eyebrow.

'That's my night job.' Ianto went to move around Jack but was stopped by Jack encircling his arms around Ianto's waist, holding him in place.

'I hope to God it isn't just a job to you…' Ianto couldn't bear to look in Jack's eyes – for fear of Jack seeing the mischief held there. 'Ianto?' Ianto kept his head bowed.

'Well….you see….it's always at the workplace and not at mine. It's also 'never tell the others Yan.' Jack felt the wind leave his lungs. After all this time and Ianto still thought he was a part time shag.

'Yan after all we've been through you're still insecure about us?' Ianto looked up and Jack saw the mischief in his eyes. He mentally shot himself – he ahd been got.

''Course not. I was merely referring to what hard work it is – almost as hard as catching aliens.' Jack's eyes lit up. No one got one over him. No one. He swept Ianto up bridal style before Ianto had chance to react and chucked him onto the bed. Ianto let out an unmanly shriek (which he would later deny) and blinked up at Jack. Jack grinned devilishly before straddling his lover.

'But not nearly half as much fun.' Was all he said before leaning down and capturing Ianto's lips once more.

A/N Sorry it's on the short side but I did hit a writers block – not to worry I have written a plan out to stick by now :-) (not that that will work but ssshhh)

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