The black SUV pulled up outside Martha's hotel in the centre of Cardiff.

"You're hotel ma'am" Jack pulled on the hand break and twisted round to face Martha.

"Thanks" Martha was still smiling, a big beautiful confident friendly grin. "Shall I get myself settled and get a taxi over to Gwen's this evening? I've brought my stethoscope, but I think Gwen said she'd found some medical stuff when they searched the rubble?"

"Yeah, she's got a few boxes of stuff in the study." Jack said.

"We even have two of somethings" Ianto raised his eyebrows and breathed in, the memory of Gwen and Jack both clutching Tosh's PDA was still fairly fresh in his memory and quite frankly just wrong. Perhaps that what people felt when they saw him; was he wrong?

"Well always good to have spares," Martha slid forward on her chair and planted a kiss of Jack's cheek, "I'll see you two later," she opened the back door jumped out, popping her head back in as she thought of another question. "Should I get my own tea or are there bigger plans?"

"I think Gwen said she'd cook tonight," Ianto offered his opinion.

"There'll be plenty to go round, pop round whenever; we'll save you some if necessary." Jack called out.

"Awesome." Martha slammed the door shut and gave the boys a big wave and headed for reception.

Hmmm, she smiled contentedly to herself, it was good to be back, and Cardiff smelt much fresher than London. She was surprised now unfreaked out she was by Ianto's reappearance. Maybe she'd just seen so many think with the Doctor and UNIT that this was just another thing? Perhaps she has just got used to Jack's immortality and so the dead not being dead was not so strange. As she pushed through the revolving doors of the hotel she decided that it was probably because she didn't really know Ianto that much; Jack was big part of her life, and Ianto not an insignificant part of his, but she realised that apart from her time with the team a couple of years back she knew very little about him.

It was lovely to see Jack so alive again. When she and Tom had returned from their honeymoon UNIT had filled her in on the events surrounding the 456. She remembered her reaction when they'd told her Ianto had died, her first thought had been of Jack. A complete flirt by all accounts of the Doctor, the man who couldn't die and who may become The Face of Boe in years to come. But during her stay at the hub she'd seen the way he looked at Ianto, watched that smile creep across his face when he talked about him. It made her smile, seeing him at least partly settled, she too had longed after the Doctor while travelling with him, she felt she could appreciate Jack's pain at being apparently left behind, especially after the Daleks. But she had choosen to move on, and she didn't regret that for one second, her place was here on Earth with Tom, talking of Tom she really should phone him, and let him know she'd arrived safely.

Jack and Ianto drove back to Gwen's in silence. It wasn't a long journey but Jack felt the silence was significant, it wasn't the sort of comfortable silence of two old friends but more the sort of silence that's saying something by being there, problem is you can't hear what it is. Focussing mainly on the road he took a glance at Ianto. The younger man sat to his left was leaning on the window gazing out into the city, his head was facing out the window so his expression was impossible to see. In his lap lay two new mobiles phones they had purchased that afternoon; Ianto has wanted something simple, small enough to go in his pocket that was capable of making calls, as much as Jack fancied something swish he only really needed something that could do the same. Once they had a hub and a team he could start thinking headsets and technology, for now they just needed to get up and running before the rift activity increased beyond throwing up bits of his past. Here he was planning the future, a future with Ianto. He took another glance at his passenger as they pulled up at the lights; as perfect as the day he'd lost him. But that worried him, here he was letting himself slip back in where he left off, knowing how painful it would be to loose him again. Yet here he was, planning a future for the two of them without a second thought. He felt real, he sounded like Ianto, everything about him seemed just the way it was, but really they knew very little about what had happened, or how long he might live, what he might be susceptible too. When Ianto talked about his "fate" earlier Jack had brushed it off, of course everything was fine, of course it was, on the outside he had to be strong be there. But thinking about it they really had no idea, he hoped Martha's exam would bring good news rather than bad.

Ianto watched the shoppers a bustling past each other on the pavement outside, the group of teenagers on their way back from school causing mayhem at the bus stop. He was vaguely aware of what was going on inside the car, although at the moment that was very little, Jack seemed to be happy to drive and leave him to his own thoughts. He felt like he'd already been told he was going to die, be gone soon. He couldn't talk to Jack about it, because Jack was in denial seemed to refuse to admit there was anything strange about being alive when you're already dead. What was he going to do? Admittedly torchwood had a history work beyond death, it wasn't a new concept really. He remembered Tosh and Owen, they hadn't returned, and he'd have given anything to see either of them right now, even Owen.

Jack pulled up right outside Gwen's house and stopped the SUV. The absence of the engine turning over and the replacement of shoppers with parked cars, pulled Ianto out of reflection back to here and now. He sat up and looked around. Jack appeared to be undoing his seatbelt as if about to get out.

"You can't just leave this here." Ianto said.

"Why not?" Jack's tone reminded Ianto of his young nephew when he'd just been scolded for doing something he shouldn't.

"Can't imagine." Undoubtedly sarcastic; not that there was a hint of that in his voice. "A great big SUV doubled parked in a small quiet residential street, blocking the whole road."

"Ok, ok." The engine restarted and Jack squeezed it into a space further up the street. Though it still looked out of place among the small 2 door cars that where parked on both sides.

"You ok?" Jack put a big arm round Ianto'd shoulders as they stood at Gwen's front door.

"Yeah." Ianto managed a smiled, but his voice sounded weary.