Ianto burrowed closer into the warmth surrounding him, he was in Jack's bed. Their arrangement had went from one time comfort sex to an affair. Ianto allowed himself to enjoy an extra moment of Jack spooning him before he attempted to wriggle out of Jack's arms.

Ianto knew he was getting feelings for his boss, proper 'I could fall in love with you' feelings, but he also knew that the chances of Jack reciprocating them were slim at best.

Ianto sat up and began to get dressed, he felt the mattress tilt behind him as Jack sat up. He tried to ignore the arm slipping around his waist as Jack began to trail lazy kisses up his shoulder.

"Do you have to go," Jack murmured, he began to gently suck on Ianto's shoulder, nibbling slightly.

Ianto's breath hitched and his heart began to race but he still managed to reply, "Yes."

"Shame," Jack sighed, not stopping his trail of kisses until he reached Ianto's neck.

"The others will be in soon, Jack," Ianto protested as Jack began to leave a hickey on his neck.

Jack pulled away with a noise of disappointment.

Ianto ignored this and used the opportunity to pull his boxers on, he heard Jack searching for a shirt on the opposite side of the bed.

They dressed in silence, making the occasional request for an item of clothing. Their clothes had been thrown in random directions across the room the night before.

When he finally got his clothes on, he climbed out the underground bunker. He exited Jack's office with an empty mug from the night before, pretending to clean, when Toshiko walked in.

She smiled at him, "Morning, Ianto."

"Morning, Tosh. Coffee?" he offered heading over to the kitchen.

"Sure, it's going to be a long day, the Rift predictor says there will be a large Rift spike soon," she sighed.

"I'll text Owen and Gwen," Ianto said, handing her the freshly brewed coffee. She smiled gratefully at him, taking a sip of the hot liquid as her computer loaded.

A few minutes later, Jack walked out his office, fully dressed. Keeping up with the illusion that there was nothing going on between him and Ianto.


Ianto drummed his fingers against the tourist office desk, Jack had left just over ten minutes ago to get John.

It had been a hectic day with Dianne, Emma and John showing up after travelling 50 years into the future through the rift. Then John had stolen his keys and disappeared with Jack running after him. Ianto glanced at the clock, it had been 15 minutes.

Ianto grimaced, preparing himself. He could feel the oncoming vision. It had gotten easier for him to tell when they were coming. If the vision was going to happen soon then it was like he got a sharp poke in the back of his head before the vision hit him and if the vision wasn't going to happen for a while then it was like a drum beat of pain getting steadily quicker over a period of time before it hit him.

Ianto's hands curled around the edge of the desk right before the crippling agony hit his skull, he bit his bottom lip until it bled to stop himself from screaming. His head hit the desk as flashes of images filled his head.

...Jack and John in the car...it fills with smoke...Jack's eyes fluttering close and he goes still and pale as death...

Ianto gasped, horrified. Without thinking, he ran out the Tourist Office and bolted across the Plass, trying desperately to run fast enough so that he could get there in time to save Jack.

He continued to sprint to John's house, ignoring the pain in his muscles from the sudden exertion. He ignored the shouts of protest as he pushed his way past people, it wasn't his fault that John stole his car and Jack took the SUV.

Ianto finally reached John's house, he banged on the door with his fist while gasping for breath.

"Jack," he yelled, looking around the street, the SUV was parked up the road slightly. Ianto walked round the corner and noticed the garage door.

He ran down and yanked the door open, stepping back as a thick cloud of smoke floated out. Ianto could feel his stomach twist with the realisation that he was too late.

Ianto covered his mouth with a handkerchief, he may have not been too late to save Jack's life. He stumbled into the garage and yanked the passenger door open to the sight of a very dead looking Jack.

Ianto choked back a sob which threatened to leave his throat. Jack was dead. Ianto hadn't been quick enough. Ianto felt his eyes fill with tears at the realisation, if he had been a bit quicker then Jack wouldn't have died.

He leaned forward and fumbled with the buckle until it unclasped and Jack's body, which had originally been leaning against the door, fell out the car without the seat belt holding him up.

Ianto fell to his knees by Jack's side, openly crying when he couldn't feel a pulse. His hands shook as he searched for his phone, he needed to call someone, to tell them what happened, but who would he phone?

"I'm so sorry, Jack," Ianto croaked, caressing Jack's face slightly before he searched for Owen's number.

Suddenly Jack sat up with a gasp to the sight of a very stunned Ianto Jones. Jack blinked at him, confused.

"Ianto?" he asked, his voice slightly rough from the smoke.

Ianto stared at him, "You were dead," he stated.

Jack sighed, he knew he would have to explain his immortality to Ianto.

"I can't die," he explained, propping himself up on his elbows.

"How?" Ianto asked, baffled.

"I don't know," Jack admitted, "something happened to me a while back and now I'm immortal."

Ianto nodded, digesting the information.

"What are you doing here?" Jack asked.

"I had a vision of you dying," Ianto whispered, his voice cracking slightly on the word 'dying'.

Jack then noticed the tear stains on Ianto's face, partnered with red rimmed eyes.

"I'm fine," Jack murmured, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb.

"Does anyone else know, about your immortality," Ianto asked, helping Jack stand up.

"Just Gwen, she saw Suzie shoot me in the head," Jack answered.

Ianto nodded, "We'll have to get back to the Hub, you aren't looking so well."

"Yeah, death by poison takes a while to get over because it doesn't leave my system automatically," Jack explained as they walked out the garage, he sent one last sad look at John's body. He knew someone would find him and hopefully give him a proper burial.

"Ianto, could you not tell anyone about this," Jack asked as they headed for the SUV.

"Of course, I won't," Ianto replied, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Good, now do you have any plans for Christmas?" Jack asked.

"No," Ianto admitted, embarrassed.

"Want to spend it with me in the Hub," Jack offered, "Take-out and sex sounds like an ideal Christmas."

Ianto's lips quirked into a smile, "I could be persuaded to accept that offer."


A/N: Please review