Hello again! Thanks so much for the reviews! I tried to respond to everyone, but I apologize if I missed anyone. Oh, and sorry about bringing Ianto back just to kill him again. Hopefully this chapter cheers everybody up a bit.

Still don't own Torchwood or its characters. *sigh*

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Ianto's eyes flew open and he convulsed, sucking air into his empty lungs, gasping at the pain. Thrashing out, he tried to move, to get away. He felt arms holding him down and heard Martha's voice whispering in his ear. "Ianto, Ianto, it's alright. We're here. It's okay." His body still shook, but he managed to make eye contact with her.

"What happened?" He was trying to remember. Martha stammered, not sure what to say. Ianto felt a hand in his, stiff and unmoving. He gripped it tightly and looked to his side. Jack. It all came back then. Jack straddling him, pounding the life out of him, screaming incoherently. Ianto remembered as Jack had tried to…he pushed the memory away. But he could still remember what it felt like, the fear, the horror at what Jack was trying to do to him. His hands, those hands he loved, moving over his body without permission. Those warm, sweet hands, wrapping around his throat, forcing all the breath from his body. Before he could stop himself, he jerked his hand away, regretting it the moment he did it. Jack looked at him, dried tears staining his face. "Wait, Jack," but it was too late. Jack was out of the room two seconds later and Ianto could hear him crashing up to his office. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the table. And then it hit him. He was lying on the autopsy table. "What? Why am I here?" He walked over to the closest mirror, wiping the blood from his face with his tattered sleeve. "I'm okay. I don't understand." He turned and looked at Martha.

Gwen and Lois had seen Jack flee to his office. They shared a look and rushed to the Autopsy room. There, facing Martha Jones, was Ianto. Gwen didn't hesitate, she rushed down the stairs and threw her arms around him, smothering his cheeks and forehead with kisses. "Ianto! How? You were dead. Again…" Soon all three were looking at Martha. She beckoned Ianto to return to the table and she examined him carefully.

"He seems perfectly fine. It's not possible!" A shadow crossed her face as a thought ran through her mind.

Ianto saw it. "What?"

"It's just…when you came back. The way you came back. Did it remind you of anyone?"

"No, that's not possible. He's a fluke. He told me. He said that he was the only one who would ever be like that."

Gwen cut in. "What? Are you saying you're the same as Jack? That's not even possible. Jack comes back right away. It took you four months! It's not the same thing."

Martha looked down at her shoes. "I assume Jack never told you how he became…the way he is."

Ianto was silent, and Gwen stepped closer. "No, we all just assumed he was born that way. That's right, isn't it? He's always been this way."

Martha shook her head. "No, there was something that turned him into this. Something that should've never happened, and should never've happened again. No," she shook her head in disbelief. "He wouldn't do that."

"Who?" Gwen nearly screamed.

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Ah, Martha Jones. Always the smart one, figuring things out before anyone else. "I suppose it's time," he said to himself and reached out, turning knobs and flipping switches.

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Jack heard it first. The grinding, whirling, completely indescribable noise that only one machine in the universe could ever make. So he's come for me, he thought. He stayed sitting at his desk, still trying to figure out what had happened. His Ianto was downstairs, alive and well. Had it all been a nightmare? Or was this a nightmare. Had he finally lost his mind? He picked up the picture on his desk. Tosh had snapped a picture of them at Gwen's wedding, dancing quietly to the music. He took the picture and stuffed it into his pocket, gathering courage. He stood up mechanically, walking over to the window. He looked down and saw the Tardis. A big blue police box sitting in the middle of the Hub. There was a man standing in front of it, halfway out of the door. He was holding his hand out. Jack didn't recognize him. A reincarnation he hadn't met yet. The Doctor looked up at Jack, his young face holding eyes that spoke of age, so much age. Jack's eyes wandered back to the Doctor's extended hand as another hand joined it. Ianto placed his hand gently into the Doctor's and was directed inside the Tardis. The Doctor glanced up once more at Jack. His voice carried throughout the entire Hub. "I'm sorry, Jack."

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Sorry my chapters are short. As I said, I don't write fan fiction very often, so most of my stuff is short and to the point. :P Hope you enjoyed!