The Unexplained Chapter 10

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Gwen gave Owen an odd look. "Who's not comin' back, Ianto?"

Owen pointed to the body lying before them. "No, Jack!"

Gwen almost laughed. "Don't be daft, Owen. It's Jack, of course he's coming back. He always comes back." She shook her head fondly.

"Didn't you see it?" he asked, looking at Jack.

Gwen tutted. "See what?"

"The light leaving him, as he fell. Didn't you see it?"

"That was a light flashin', Owen."

"Nah, I know what I saw." He looked down at Jack's still form. "It came from Jack."

Gwen looked towards the kitchen. "Don't you dare go saying that in front of Ianto."

"He'll soon find out."

"Owen!"

Owen held up his hands. "Alright, have it your way."

By the time Ianto had made the coffee, Jack still hadn't revived. He places the tray of cups on the low coffee table and knelt beside his lover.

"He's taking his time, isn't he? Dramatic entry for my benefit, I suppose." Ianto stood, walked over to the couch and sat down. "Well, it won't work, Jack bloody Harkness. Not this time." He raised his voice. "Do you hear me! I'm really pissed off with you and it's gonna take more than you flinging yourself at my feet, literally, before I even think about forgiving you. So get up, and stop pissing around!"

Jack didn't move.

Gwen and Owen exchanged worried looks.

"Jack, that's enough! Get up!" Ianto sighed. "Fine! Suit yourself. I'm off down the archives. You, on the other hand, can stay there on that cold floor, for all I care."

Picking up his cup, Ianto walked towards the stairs leading down to the archives.

Gwen patted Jack's cheek. "Jack? Can you hear me? Jack!"

"I think we better get him down to the autopsy table. Something's not right. I told ya." Owen told Gwen.

Tosh had remained quiet all through the last fifteen minutes. "I saw it," she said at last. "The light. I saw it."

Owen and Gwen started at the Japanese woman.

"It was a blue glow, coming from all around him."

"Oh, shit!" said Gwen. "What do we do now?"

"Come on, Tosh, give us a hand."

The three of them carried Jack down to the autopsy bay. Placing him on the table, Owen straightened out his head. Tosh and Gwen winced.

The medic touched Jack's neck, feeling for a pulse. He shook his head. "Still nothing."

"Maybe it's just taking a bit longer than usual, that's all," offered Tosh.

"Oh, God! What do we tell Ianto?"

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Ianto sat at his desk, staring at an e-mail that Jack had sent him less than a week ago. He read through it again.

Dearest Ianto,

Yep, got a little down time, so I thought I'd send you this e-mail.

Forgive me, I'm an old fool. I never really say what needs saying to you. I always skim over thing, unlike you. You find it so easy to say you love me. I can put it on paper, so why can't I say it? I do love you, Ianto Jones. More than you know. More probably, than I know. I want you to be by my side for the rest of your life. To share my hopes and dreams with you. For you to share your hopes and dreams with me.

I dreamt of you last night. Corny I know. My beautiful Ianto. Such a sweet dream. You were happy, your smile brightening my life. You're always there when I need you, Ianto. My anchor. My love. My life. I have never given myself so freely….so completely….so deeply as I have to you. There will never be another who will capture my heart the way you did.

It's our 1st anniversary next month and I was thinking….hoping actually, that we could get away for the weekend, just the two of us. Go to the country….to the beach….hell, anywhere, as long as we're together.

I better stop here, my beautiful Welshman, before you fall asleep from boredom or have a stroke from laughing too much. But always remember, I love you, Jones, Ianto Jones.

Yours Alone,

Jack xxxxx [to infinity and beyond!] Sorry, couldn't resist, love that film xxxx

Ianto found himself smiling. Of course he'd forgive Jack, eventually. But not yet. Not today. And they'd go on that weekend. Just the two of them. They'd laugh and love and probably cry a little, too.

Closing down his e-mails, Ianto pulled out a file that needed typing up for UNIT. He sighed, took a sip of his coffee and began to type.