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D Day apparently stood for Decision Day. So here it is, Ianto's 'D Day', from several points of view.

But first, the day before D Day…

The SUV braked to a halt across the end of the alleyway, Jack and Owen tumbling out and running down it, guided by Tosh's instructions.

"Its not far Jack, you're almost on top of it" came her voice in his ear.

"We're in position!" Gwen told them "Nothing coming this way yet." She and Ianto were at the other end of the alley, some 200 yards away. There was no way in or out except past them. Jack drew to a halt as he saw Gwen and Ianto standing at the alley's far end. There was nothing but a couple of dumpsters in the way and no sign of anything else.

"Tosh? Nothing to see here. Advice?"

"About fifty feet away from you. Looks like the signature is coming from those dumpsters. CCTV is at the wrong angle for me to see between them."

"Owen." It was Ianto. "You stay where you are. Gwen, you stay here. Jack, you advance towards me and I'll meet you at the bins." The two men set off towards each other, guns drawn. They were halted a few yards from the bins by a series of squeaks and wails. Jack and Ianto exchanged glances and while Jack levelled his Webley, Ianto approached cautiously. Drawing level with the gap between the bins Ianto stopped and frowned, then straightened up and held out a hand.

Jack watched as a curiously thin individual stepped out and touched Ianto with a …hand? The skin was vaguely blue, and as they watched, it seemed to morph into a man, roughly Ianto's height and weight with short blond hair and green eyes.

Ianto bowed and spoke and the creature answered, too low to hear.

"Its OK." Ianto spoke quietly "Its Sach'ara'na, lost if I'm any judge…" he looked towards Jack and said "Just you, come up here. Slowly!" and Jack holstered the Webley and walked towards them. He saw the creature flinch as he approached and he hesitated, waited while it calmed before he proceeded.

"Sir?" he said gently.

"Jack, this is Ish'ma'har, he was a first officer on a deep space vessel but the ship vanished into the rift and everybody baled. He landed here, in an escape pod. He's alone, hungry and a bit nervous and I can't say I blame him."

"You've met them before?"

"Yes, Ms Hartman had one, but he wasn't as lucky…" Ianto's expression hardened "I aim to help this one if we can."

"Right, well, how do we proceed?"

"We get him back to the Hub, Owen can run full medical, we need to get him some clothes and food and a place to sleep. Then I need to call UNIT."

Ish'ma'har proved to be a model guest, polite and reserved, a little nervous until he realised they really didn't mean him any harm. He was able to assume roughly human form, an innate ability to imitate any creature of approximate body mass and density to himself. He wasn't quite human to look at though and he explained it was considered very impolite to impersonate an actual person, although it had been known as a survival technique. Ianto decided he would keep that little piece of information quiet. He also noticed Jack was flirting again. The Sach'ara'na was attractive, especially as a human male. Obviously not given to the same sexual taboos as humans, he was studying Jack as well as responding to him.

"Er…pardon me, but don't you have work to do?" Ianto asked pointedly after Jack's third very blatant comment concerning the fact that tentacles had advantages.

"Oh, sorry Sir, yes…" Jack got to his feet and made a hasty bow towards the Sach'ara'na. Ianto turned to Ish'na'har as Jack left, his usual irrepressible grin in place. He smiled and said gently "Forgive me, but you are aware of human relationship rituals?" The creature smiled and nodded and then looked Ianto up and down.

"Did I err?" he asked carefully.

"Not precisely. I should inform you that Jack is not free though…"

"Ah, is payment required for his services…?"

Ianto stifled laughter. "No, that isn't what I meant. Please, allow me to rephrase. Jack is in a relationship." Or he will be if I have anything to do with it, Ianto thought "Not many humans on this planet choose to take more than one partner." Ianto explained carefully.

"Oh, forgive me, I did not realise…I thought he was exhibiting desires to…well, join? Partake of pleasure with me…?"

"I'm sure he'd be flattered by your enthusiasm." Ianto complemented "but he considers speaking in such terms a hobby, a pastime. We call it 'flirting'."

"I see, so this 'flirting' is not a serious proposition?"

"Oh, he might have meant it as a serious proposition but I'm afraid his partner wouldn't appreciate that."

"And you seek to save his partner face by letting me know of Jack's intent?" Ish'na'har said "That is most honourable of you."

Ianto smiled and said "I also seek to avoid any problems with yourself."

The Sach'ara'na bowed low "For that I do thank you. I am…honoured to know you Ianto Jones."

Ianto spent a full hour to UNIT later that afternoon, arguing that they needed to help Ish'na'har, but he was passed from pillar to post until he was ready to tear out his hair. Jack popped his head around the door and indicated he wanted to speak. Ianto covered the mouthpiece of the phone and hissed "What?"

"Ask for Lethbridge-Stewart"

"What?"

"Ask for Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart"

"I thought he was retired?"

"Well ask if he can call you."

Someone came on the line again and Ianto listened. "No, this is a matter of urgency. Why must it wait? I…no, I understand but….no…" he growled as he was obviously put on hold again. "Who did you say again?"

"You've never heard of the Brigadier?"

"My contact with UNIT has been recent and limited, unfortunately not limited enough!"

"The Brigadier is an old friend of the Doctor, he can help. He still has influence with UNIT. He knows people."

"Hello, yes? Oh. Well in that case, please can you pass this number to Brigadier…" he paused, looking at Jack for help.

"Lethbridge-Stewart" Jack hissed.

"Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. Yes, please. If he could call Ianto Jones, Head of Torchwood 3 at his earliest convenience, thank you" and Ianto put the phone down. "Its like wading through treacle!" he snapped.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Suzie had trouble all the time. They're a bit up themselves…"

"A bit…" Ianto laughed. "Thank you Jack. I hope Lethbridge…what was his name...Stewart? I hope he can help with this."

"He's a decent guy, invite him over, I'm sure he'd like to see the place."

They were sitting in the boardroom eating lunch when the phone call came. Ianto excused himself to answer it and was gone at least fifteen minutes. When he returned he looked at Jack and said "Well, good news everybody, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart has agreed to help with resettling our guest. Now we wait." He sat back down and resumed eating. "Any chance of coffee Jack?"

"Anything for you Sir." Jack grinned, sauntering off to the kitchen.

The Sach'ana'ra was suitably pleased that things seemed to be going according to plan. He was still a little nervous and somehow managed to attach himself to either Jack or Ianto throughout the rest of the day. Jack continued to flirt but noticed a marked difference in the responses. He challenged Ianto about it later when they got home.

"What did you tell him?" Jack asked "He started responding to me differently…"

"Good. Jack, you were leading him on. He doesn't understand human dynamics…"

"What? Of course he does, he said so."

"Jack, you're flirting with him. He doesn't understand, he thinks you want to shag him." Jack's silence troubled Ianto as he scrutinised the man. "Jack, tell me you were just flirting?"

"Well, I can't say I'd have been averse to it…"

"Jack!" Ianto exclaimed. "Do we have a relationship here or don't we?"

"Well, yes…"

"Look, let me clarify something here. When I said I wanted a relationship with you, Jack, I meant it but I'm an old fashioned boy I'm afraid." he glared at Jack, willing the man to take this seriously, "Look, I don't mind you flirting, flirting isn't serious…well, to you its an art form, a hobby. You're a serial flirt, you do it all the time, I've got used to it. But if you want a relationship with me, you need to get something straight. I'm a 21st century guy. I'm human, I'm 26, I've never had a relationship with a man before and I love categories! Live by 'em in fact. Get used to it. So if you're going to flirt, you'd better not have any ideas of it going any further than that because I. don't. share!"

"Oh. That's it, is it?" Jack said, frowning. "You, Ianto Jones, are insecure. You're not sure this relationship will work out, so you don't want me to play around, is that it? Because if it is…"

"You're right, I am insecure." Ianto interrupted, stopping Jack in his tracks, "I don't want you to play around because I want you to commit to me, Jack. Properly. You and me, here and now, relationship, got that?" Jack looked at him for a long moment, so long Ianto started to feel as if he might be wanting to back out. "Was I wrong?" Ianto asked hesitantly "Is this too much for you?"

Jack sighed and smiled "No, I just…I forget how things are…This is what I want Ianto, really. I didn't sit at your bedside in hospital worrying that you weren't going to make it for nothing. I'm sorry you feel insecure about it all. I'll try to make it right for you, I'll try to make sure I don't do anything to throw you off balance. Its just, with Ish'na…" Ianto didn't miss the affectionate shortening of the name "…he's…he reminds me of home…of travelling with the doctor. He's good looking, cute, gentle, rather like an alien version of you actually." He grinned and Ianto cuffed him, non too gently. "Ooft, thank you…deserved that I guess, although it was meant as a complement…"

"Jack, if you like him…" Ianto sighed "…it would be selfish of me to deny you the chance with him…"

"Ianto, stop. I don't need him. It was nice, but it's a reminder, not the real thing. You, you're the real thing. I have you here and now and I'm not going to fight with you about some transient visitor. He hasn't got my heart, you have."

Ianto sighed and came over to put his arms round Jack and kiss him. "Thank you." He said "and I'm sorry."

"Let's go to bed…" Jack dragged the younger man towards the bedroom.

"But we've not eaten yet…"

"Hors D'oevres?" Jack said suggestively and pulled Ianto close.

D Day ~ the following morning from Jack's POV:
All that day, he was acting real strange, kinda furtive behind that desk of his. He was late, for one thing. We left the house together and when we arrived, he said he'd forgotten his briefcase and left me to go back for it. Figured he was distracted by the 'discussion' the night before, as well as what followed it. But I am certain he was later than he should have been. He couldn't string going back for his briefcase out for more than an hour, could he?

Gave him his coffee in the morning and I swear he hid something in the desk drawer as I came in then tried to act nonchalant, which didn't work! However, I didn't ask him. Figured he'd tell me if it was anything to do with me, which it obviously wasn't. I went and finished my report on the mission from the previous day then went to talk to Owen about Ish'an, our Sach'ana'ra guest, and how best to make him comfortable.

When I got back Ianto was buried in paperwork and then talking to UNIT on the phone. It was a rather heated conversation, so I left him alone. I took him his coffee a little later, which he barely acknowledged, and then he said, just as I was leaving the room, he wanted to speak to me later, after the others had gone and before we went home. He would make the coffee, he said. That got me wondering. It didn't help when I saw him talking to Tosh and gesturing like he was worried about something. She was shrugging and obviously trying to dissuade him, shaking her head and looking concerned in that sweet way she has.

It began to dawn on me that all was not well when I happened to go up to his door and paused just long enough to hear something I probably shouldn't have. When I knocked, it went quiet, then Ianto called 'come in' and in I went. Tosh was sitting on the sofa looking a little uncomfortable, Ianto smiled (boy, was that a strain for him.) and took my report with overly enthusiastic thanks. He was nervous. "Don't forget I want a word before we go home." he reminded me and that was it, I was dismissed. They waited while I had gone down stairs before resuming their little chat. The thing I heard him say, the thing I shouldn't have, was clear. "I don't know if retcon will work on him, his physiology is different to ours…"

The whole damn situation has put me on edge. I retreated to the archives to do some work. The quiet down here allows me to think, to put things into perspective. I'll wait it out and find out what he want to talk to me about later. I can't say it sounds good though. He's hiding something from me and I don't like it.

D Day, Ianto's POV:

Jack is impossible and I don't just mean his physiology. I know he lives forever, but this… he's like a wonderful drug that makes you feel amazing, alleviates pain, fear and panic and calms you down, injects you with pleasure and hope and love and you just can't get enough, you're addicted, hopelessly hooked. His charisma is amazing, his courage limitless, his sheer audacity and recklessness are catching, he is gorgeous to look at and he's so…so gentle and affectionate and kind…I know he wasn't always like that, but people change, don't they? This guy has, for the better.

I've made a decision that wasn't easy. I know it is right though. I hope its right for both of us. I deliberately left my briefcase at home, then 'remembered' and left him to go onto the Hub on his own which allowed me to rush back, get it, then head off to my appointment. I don't think he clocked that I was a little later than just collecting my briefcase would have made me, I'm not sure. Still, cannot be helped. He nearly caught me looking though. I know he was suspicious when he delivered my coffee and I had to hide the damn thing in the desk…

UNIT rang asking me what we were going to do with the Sach'ara'na. Frankly, I haven't a clue. Its not like other aliens. He wants asylum, he is almost indistinguishable from a human to look at, but is he going to be OK just fitting in with society? We'll have to monitor him constantly. If ever he's ill, he can't be allowed to go into a normal hospital. I know Jack wants him to be given a home and an identity and help. He maintains that we cannot just be here for humans, otherwise, what are we? Human Supremacists? Other races need help as well and, while we primarily have to maintain the status quo and put our fellow humans first, we need integrity and ethical treatment of non-aggressive races. Why? We need friends, that's why. We need to show that humans are raising themselves up above the bottom-dwelling feeders we sometimes seem to be, showing compassion to those in need. After all, the worst crimes against humans come from other humans. I have to admire him for his compassion. Trouble is, I think he's better at persuasion than I am. I was trying to tell them retcon wouldn't work but I'm not sure they agree and its not a good idea. What are you going to do, make him forget he's an alien?

I asked Tosh for her input and advice because Jack is too close to it. Although I just know, if he finds out, he'll be angry I didn't talk to him. I asked Tosh for her discretion but she's always uncomfortable about going behind anybody else's back. I swear he knew when he came in to deliver the report this afternoon. I anticipate an awkward situation later. He's bound to ask questions. Seemed subdued though.

Frankly, the question I have to ask him is making me nervous. I'm really not going to take rejection very well at this stage….

D Day – General POV:

Ianto knew something was wrong when Jack didn't say anything to him. He was usually free with his questions and his forthright attitude. Today…something was affecting him, maybe their argument from a few nights ago or the 'discussion' of the previous night? Ianto wondered at Jack's retreat into the archives but got on with work and said nothing. Ianto knew the Sach'ara'na was causing a problem. The alien was benign and there was no way to send it back through the rift. Its home planet was too far away although he also knew that the Doctor might take it back when he next visited, but when that would be was debatable.

He was starting to get nervous and Jack's attitude wasn't helping. He knew the choice he had made would irrevocably change things, hopefully for the better but he wasn't certain Jack would see it that way. It took ages for the clock to roll round and the others to go home but, eventually, there was no getting away with it. The cog door rolled shut on their retreating backs and Ianto went to make the coffee. He called Jack on the comm and told him the others had gone and coffee was waiting. Could he please come up? There was a pause, then agreement, and soon he heard Jack's footsteps on the stairs to his office.

"Jack! How was your day?" Oh God, that sounded too cheery.

"The usual. Talked to Owen about what the Sach'ara'na can eat, cleaned out the SUV, ordered more hot chocolate, did some more filing downstairs…the usual really."

"There's your coffee." Ianto pushed a mug towards him.

"Thanks, but I'll pass. Cut to the chase Ianto, why the cloak and dagger?"

"The…what?" he said faintly.

"Aw, come on, what gives? You've been hiding something all day." His expression changed, his mood darkened "That's what this little discussion is about, isn't it?" Jack eyed him suspiciously.

Ianto sighed "Yes, it is. Jack, sit down."

"I'd prefer to stand." Oh, this was not going well, Ianto thought, hearing his tone. He had probably found out about his conversation with Tosh.

"OK then. I just want you to know I've given this very serious thought. More so since the other night." He felt in his jacket pocket and fiddled with the box there. "I know things haven't been…well, perfect between us recently."

"You can say that again."

"But, well, that's natural, in any relationship, wouldn't you say? I mean, we're exploring new ground, going were we've never gone before."

"OK Captain Kirk, care to tell me where this is going?"

Ianto didn't smile at the quip but took a deep breath and closed his eyes "I can't go on like this." he said, trying to stop a tremor entering his voice "I mean, as we are…"

Jack frowned. Here it comes, he thought. Here comes his justification for a parting of the ways.

"You're a wonderful man, Jack." he kept his eyes on the ground "I consider myself lucky to have known you. I consider myself even luckier that my…regard has been returned. But…" come on, come on, get this over with… For God's sake, find the words…

Jack looked at Ianto as he stood there, struggling with the words. He was tempted to make it hard on him, after all, his heart had begun to ache too. He didn't want to lose what they had, he didn't want to wake up to find himself alone, couldn't bring himself to think what it would be like to let this beautiful young man go.

"Jack? I'm not good at this sort of thing…I can't find the words…"

"Its OK Ianto. I understand." He said gently. "Its not working, is it? You're the Boss, you're under a great deal of pressure," he smiled, "What we had was sweet but I understand if you feel it can't let it go any further. You and me, we're very different…"

Ianto looked up, eyes wide, horror stuck "Oh God! Jack, no, no, that isn't what I meant…!" he stuttered "Oh no, please! Don't think that…I…Jack, listen to me!" he fumbled a box out of his pocket and looked desperately at the man before him "Jack." he took a deep breath and let it out shakily, then awkwardly took Jack's hand in his "I don't want to end this." He said softly "I want to make it more permanent…" and he went down on one knee in front of his surprised lover. "I'm not good at this…" he laughed nervously, fumbled open the small box "I…I want to say…Jack," their eyes locked, Jack's surprised, Ianto's anxious. "Will you…do me the honour…Jack, will you marry me?"

There were several anxious seconds where Ianto felt certain beyond a doubt he had just made a big fool of himself and that Jack would reject him out of hand and then, then he felt those warm hands on his shoulders, lifting him, bringing him to his feet in a strong embrace that squeezed the breath out of him and Jack's breath was in his ear and his lips on his and his eyes, oh his eyes, shining, warm, loving and one word on his lips, one word that Ianto would hear ringing round his head for days and weeks and months to come "Yes." then Jack kissed him, hard, and when they broke apart for air, Ianto opened the box and took out the white gold signet ring, pushed it onto the third finger of Jack's left hand. Jack looked at it, the initials JH and IJ inscribed entwined in a monogram. "Oh Ianto, its beautiful. How the hell did you know the size?"

Ianto smiled "The Bekaran scanner." he said "It records body measurements, even down to the size of your…" he paused, grinning "…fingers, among other things. Accurate to a thousandth of a millimetre."

Jack laughed "Could clear up a dispute then?" he suggested with a leer and Ianto thumped him. "So when are we going to tie the knot?"

"When do you want to?"

"If we don't do it soon, we never will. How about as soon as we can arrange it then?"

"OK, why not? We'll go to the registry office tomorrow." Ianto said happily.

"I really thought you wanted to end it." Jack said wonderingly, sipping his coffee. He had perched himself on Ianto's desk "You sure I'm not going to find you've retconned this so I don't remember you asking?"

Ianto laughed "No Jack, not on your life. I really thought you were going to say no there for a moment though."

"I was stunned." Jack said in defence "Shocked to the core. I never thought…not for a minute, that you were going to ask me to marry you!"

"You don't mind? I mean, you don't mind that it was this way round, me asking you?"

"No, of course not. I'm just surprised, I thought you weren't up for a commitment."

"I wasn't. Then when you shot me…I got to thinking. Life is too short, for me that is. I can't waste time, or afford to miss anything special. I would only regret it and die old and bitter if I let you go. Can't do that Jack, I won't. I want you, more than anyone I've ever met. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life, I want put a ring on your finger and to say the words in front of witnesses. I want us to be together, for however long that might be…I love you, Jack."

"I love you too." and Jack Harkness admitted it then, admitted it not just to Ianto but to himself, right there, faced with the greatest gift he had ever let anyone give him. People had wanted to marry him (one or two had even managed it), they had wanted to love him, some more deeply than he knew, but he had never let anyone get so close, until now. Now the doors to his heart opened frighteningly wide to let Ianto in, despite the inevitable pain he knew would hit him when Ianto died, despite the agony of losing him, Jack knew he couldn't live without him right there and then.

They went home, unable to keep their hands off each other, even right there in the street. Three times they stopped to kiss, Jack pulled Ianto into an alleyway, Ianto tugged Jack behind a parked van, Jack dragged Ianto behind some bushes. They reached home at a run, breathless, laughing, groping each other shamelessly.

Ianto fumbled the key in the lock and Jack reached out to steady him with a warm hand. He paused, looking deeply into his lover's eyes and saw only love in them, possessive, gentle, timeless. Then they were through the door and shedding clothes, popping buttons in haste, kicking shoes and boots off. Jack dragged Ianto into his arms for a bruising kiss, teeth colliding, tongues tangling together in their need to taste each other. Firey kisses landed on neck and shoulder, teeth nipped and nibbled, biting possessively. Lips sought skin. Hands roamed and stroked and teased and held and coaxed…

Breathless, they lay in each other's arms not long after, sweat cooling on heated skin. Drowsily, Ianto lay with his head on Jack's shoulder, steady heart beat in his ear.

"I would be have to be a fool to abandon this." he murmured.

"Well, thank god one of us isn't a fool." Jack replied, his voice lazy and tinged with lust. "To think I thought you wanted to retcon me and finish it all."

"You would. You always jump to conclusions, usually the wrong ones."

"I'll have you know my judgement has served me fine until now."

"That's what love does for you, it screws with your mind."

"Its my body that wants screwing." Jack grinned, watching Ianto smother a mighty yawn. "Go to sleep Mr Harkness-Jones." he said, bringing the bedclothes up over the younger man's shoulders. Ianto smiled "That sounds nice." He said "Ianto Harkness-Jones." Jack held him close, kissing his hair until he felt him relax into slumber, head resting in the crook of Jack's arm. He lost himself in sleep for a while, not needing it but content to doze with the warm body beside him. Mr Harkness-Jones, it had a nice ring to it. God, he was going to get married…he wondered how the rest of the team would react, not to mention Ianto's family… Smiling, he realised he didn't care. They would find out tomorrow.

"You know…" Ianto was adjusting his tie in the hall mirror the following morning "…I would have liked to see their faces, when I proposed to you…"

"Why don't we shock them and do it all over again this morning…?" Jack suggested. Ianto looked horrified "I don't know if I could…"

"Why not? If you're nervous about acting, it'll only look like you're nervous about asking me."

"Oh, yes, well…" he grinned "Give me the ring back then…" and he took it off Jack's finger and put it in its box, dropping it in his pocket "…when you make coffee this morning…serve me first then stay with the others."

"Anything you say Sir." Jack said with a grin as they left for work.

When Jack went to make the coffee mid-morning Ianto watched him from the office and felt the familiar nervous tingle again. It was just as if he was about to do this for the first time. He wondered at that, then realised that he had no clue if Jack wouldn't do something daft and make a fool out of him…In trepidation almost as great as it had been the previous night Ianto left the office as Jack came back in with the tray. On cue, Ianto Jones enters stage right, he thought.

"Everyone, may I have your attention please." Ianto stood near Tosh and then called "Owen, could you get in here as well?" Grumbling, Owen turned up at the autopsy room door and looked across in his direction. "Jack, would you please put the tray down." Ianto stepped towards him and looked into the blue eyes. "Jack, I've given this a lot of thought. I know the rest of you are curious to know what I'm going to do, I just wanted you to witness this. I hope you don't mind. I know what I'm about to do changes a lot of things, probably forever, but…well," he took a deep breath and got down on one knee, offering the box towards Jack. "Jack Harkness, would you please do me the honour of marrying me? Be my husband Jack…?"

Tosh and Gwen both gasped, Owen's face was a picture, he nearly dropped his coffee.

Jack hesitated. Bastard, Ianto thought, waiting with a worried frown. Then Jack took the box and opened it, looked at the ring inside. Then he smiled and handed it to Ianto who slipped it on the third finger of his left hand. "Yes Sir" he said gently and drew Ianto to his feet in a hug. They kissed passionately and both Gwen and Tosh squealed in delight and engulfed them in a group hug. Owen muttered and waited, offering a hand to each of them to shake.

"I suppose I should offer you congratulations" he said, with a crooked smile.

"Thank you." Jack said and Ianto nodded.

"When's the big day then?" Gwen asked and Tosh batted her, saying "They won't have decided that yet, he's only just asked!"

"As soon as we can arrange it." Ianto said looking deeply into Jack's eyes. Jack smiled and hugged him, admiring the ring on his hand.

"You've got to call the registry office." Tosh said gently.

"Owen?" Jack said gently.

"What?"

Jack looked at Ianto and grinned "Best man?" he suggested and grinning, Ianto nodded. "Owen, would you honour us both by agreeing to be the Best Man?"

"What, me?" Owen stared at them. "Oh God, everybody will think I'm Gay!" he groaned. "Look guys, ordinarily I'd love to, but weddings are for two things, getting pissed and pulling a bird, and as your Best Man, the only thing I'll be able to do is to get pissed!" Jack roared with laughter and Ianto shook his head as the Doctor shrugged and downed his coffee. He looked at them and shook his head "OK, OK, I'll do it." He said with a wry smile and disappeared into the autopsy room. "I doubt your wedding is going to be overflowing with available women anyway..."

"Tosh, Gwen, would you like to be bridesmaids?" Ianto asked them.

"Stop me if I'm wrong but where's the bride?" Gwen smiled "You know, if we're 'bridesmaids', technically, we need a bride to be the maids of…?"

"Ah. Right. Good point. Well, what can you be then?"

"Attendants!" Tosh announced "How's that?"

"Tosh, I do not want to sound like I'm looking after the ladies' loo!" Gwen admonished.

"Well, you come up with something then." Tosh complained. "Whatever it is Guys, we'd love to." She accepted before Gwen could change her mind. "We'll come up with a name for it later."

Jack smiled as he and Ianto went into the office. He looked at his boss and soon-to-be-husband and found himself grinning stupidly "That went well." He said and watched Ianto's grin as the younger man collapsed into his chair behind the desk. The phone rang and Ianto picked it up.

"Ah, Captain Williams, yes. I was meaning to call but something came up last night…Yes of course. I'll have someone send you the information as soon as we can collate it. Pleasure…goodbye."

"UNIT called and you didn't yell down the phone?"

"So, I'm happy. I'm going to be married, didn't you know? To this gorgeous guy I know at work…"

"Lucky you." Jack grinned at him. "How about that raise you promised me?"

"I wasn't aware…"

"Sure you are, we talked about it last month."

"We did, did we?"

"Yeah, we did. You said that such a reliable, sexy, charismatic person such as myself deserved it…"

"I'm sure I would have remembered."

"Ah well, it was worth a try, seeing as how you're so happy you seem to have forgotten how to deal with UNIT. Just thought I might have slid that one past you as well!"

Ianto grinned. "Just don't want to spoil my day with objectionable phone calls." He looked at Jack "Which reminds me, UNIT need the information file on the Sach'ara'na sent over. The Brigadier has requested it. Can I leave it with you? Give you a job to do…"

"Thanks, as if I don't do enough already."

"Jack, I am still your boss, even if we are getting married. Off you go."

"Yes Sir."

"And Jack, as you are the one lobbying for its release and integration, you might be more persuasive than me." He smiled "Go do some proper work."

Next…the marrying kind…a civil ceremony looms which, knowing Torchwood's reputation for weddings, may not go according to plan. Reviews welcome as always...