AN: My beta is an amazing person, and she is most certainty one of the best of them and lots of things happen to her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. (But Jason is mine,J)

Warnings: Usually stuff.

Rating: M….

Spoilers: Everything Changes, Day one

Jack

Jack watched as Gwen Cooper got in her car and pulled away. He was trying to figure out what had stopped him from trying to lure her into bed. He knew he could have regardless of her boyfriend, but something held him back. Well, someone. He wasn't usually a one person kinda guy, but he didn't want to risk things with Ianto. Twenty-first century humans still weren't as open with their sexuality as people from the fifty-first century were. If being with Ianto meant that he had to be just with Ianto, then that's what he would do. He had done it in the past, he could do it now. With a sigh for his missed conquest he began to make his way back to the Hub.

Ianto was asleep on the bed in Jack's bunker. Jack grinned at the naked gift. He wanted nothing more than to kiss the beautiful flesh, but he didn't want to wake Ianto just yet. The Welshman had had a very busy evening, and had handled it with his usual grace. He'd helped clean up after the mess Suzie had created and he had accepted Jack's immortality with barely a flinch. The man had more than earned his rest. Jack climbed back up the ladder and into his office. He poured himself a scotch and thought about Suzie. If only he had taken Ianto's advice, maybe - no, he couldn't think that way; it would get him nowhere. Plus he didn't have enough scotch to deal with the guilt it would cause.

Iden Miller

"Well, it's not what I expected, I'll tell you that," Ianto sighed sitting down beside Adrian on the bed in their hotel room. They were in Vegas staying at the Paris Casino and Ianto had just returned from spying on Max. What the man was doing wasn't something Rift Children condoned. Plus, it could possible land Max in prison, the last place a man who didn't age needed to be. Not that Ianto didn't think Max deserved it, but it would endanger them all.

"I know, this place is nothing like Paris. It smells better," Adrian deadpanned.

Ianto let out an amused snort. "Shut it, you know I'm not talking about the hotel room." He dreaded telling Adrian about what he had discovered, it was a thing that Adrian hated above all others, and he wasn't sure how his friend would take knowing that he couldn't stop it yet.

"Well, what is Maxi up to?" Adrian pressed.

"Adrian, listen, I'm going to tell you and you have to keep it together. I know you're going to want me to remove him from being a leader immediately but… I can't. Actually, I can't do anything about it… I'm not even going to tell him that I know. Or that we were even here."

"What's he doing? Running a whore house?" Adrian questioned with sarcasm.

Ianto looked up at Adrian. If only it was just a whore house. Ianto was pretty sure that not all the whores were willing, and he wasn't even sure they were all of age. He hadn't stayed long enough to find out, he didn't think he could keep his anger in check. He had seen Sean, the boy that would eventually become Sarah Higgins' boyfriend, once she came back. Ianto shook his head. He didn't want to think about Sarah's return, especially not with Adrian sitting next to him. The night Sarah returned would be the night that Adrian would see Ianto for the human he was, and he knew it would hurt his friend deeply.

"Yeah." Ianto replied, "Along with a bit of drug dealing." As far as he could tell Sean hadn't been involved with the drug part. Just the other part. He was Max's favorite, after all.

"Oh…" Adrian sighed, looking down.

"I will put a stop to it. As soon as I can…"

"I know."

Ianto could tell his friend was upset by the news. "Adrian, I promise, I will execute him. Just not yet." Adrian nodded. Ianto pulled the Frenchman close. "I always keep my promises. You know that." Adrian nodded against Ianto's chest.

Ianto's phone started to ring, and Adrian pulled away. "You answer that while I get changed, and we can go do some gambling or eat at the buffet, whichever." Adrian muttered. Ianto nodded and answered the phone.

"This is Iden," he chirped.

"Hey," Jason answered, "So Ianto knows about you. Also, he's still being a big baby about me sleeping with other people." Ahh… that must mean that Gwen Cooper had joined team Torchwood. That would also mean that Suzie was dead, and little Ianto was now aware of Jack's immortality.

"Yes, well you should have communicated with me better," Ianto replied truthfully, wondering how different things would have been had he not left Jason. Ianto sat on the bed and allowed himself to wonder how much easier life would be if he had only fallen in love once.

"I hate when you do that," Jason sighed after a moment of silence that neither of the men had seemed to notice.

"Do what?"

"Remind me that you are Ianto."

Ianto sighed. Sometimes it hurt that Jason saw him and little Ianto as separate people. Maybe one day he would get used to it. Or maybe one day Jason would see them as the same person. He sure hoped so. "I am, though," he whispered.

"I know…" Jason said sounding a little sad.

Ianto looked toward the bathroom door where Adrian was. He heard the sound of the shower. "I miss you sometimes, you know. The you that little me gets to see." He admitted quietly. He did miss Jason, sometimes he just wanted to lean on the man again.

"Wanna role play it when you get home?" Jason suggested, managing to dispose of the depressing mood that had fallen over their conversation.

"Hmm… I don't think that would be a very wise thing to do," said Ianto with a grin.

"Yeah. So are you going to meet Ianto?" Jason asked coming back to the real reason of his call.

"Listen Jace, I have to go. I have a date with Adrian. Hope you don't mind?" Ianto said in a teasing tone, effectively avoiding the question.

"Just be sure to take pictures. Oh… better than that, take a video."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "You're funny."

"I try."

There was silence on both ends of the line for a moment as if neither man wanted to be the one to say goodbye.

"So what are you wearing?" Jason asked.

"Nothing," Ianto lied.

"It's in my head now. Ianto Jones, always playing with fire."

Ianto laughed. "It's what I do."

"I know you're him, and I love you," Jason said seriously.

"I know."

"Oh, that's all I get? Is the feeling not mutual?"

Ianto smiled and was just about to answer when the door to the bathroom opened. Adrian came out only wearing a towel. "Jason's on the phone. Did you want to talk to him?" Ianto offered. Adrian's eyes lit up.

"Yeah," Adrian insisted holding out his hand, Ianto handed over the phone and retreated to the bathroom to give Adrian a moment alone while he got ready to go out. He did, however, listen at the door. The conversation turned out to be nothing important.

Adrian said "Hello." Then there was a pause. Adrian said. "I miss you too." Another pause followed by, "No, we don't have time for that." And then, "That's not something you should brag about." There was a long pause. "I see..." silence. "Oh, too bad I dropped the camera off the little Eiffel tower and it broke into a million pieces." Another small pause and a chuckle. "Oh, I can be very descriptive when telling a story." Ianto decided to stop listening.

Instead he cleaned up and got ready for the night of fun with Adrian, which would most likely mean that they would stay out until three then come back to the room and pass out.

TW-TW-TW

"Bethan," Ianto said gently, walking into his daughter's room. The ancient girl was currently lying flat on her bed reading what looked to be Peter Pan.

"My name is Tink!" she yelled.

"Of course, Tink. Aria says you threw a coffee cup at her. Is that true?" Ianto asked knowing it was true. There had apparently been a bit of a fight because Aria hadn't known that Tink wanted all phone calls that came in from little Ianto to be forwarded to her. The incident had occurred four days before when Ianto and Adrian were still in Las Vegas, and Ianto couldn't help feeling like a father dealing with a misbehaving child after he got home from work. An image of Aria wearing a fifties housewife get up and pointing her finger at Bethan raised up in his mind and he had to force himself not to smile.

The ancient girl shrugged in response to her father's question and flipped a page of her book.

"Tink, we need to discuss this." Ianto insisted. He knew why she was acting out. She needed a break. Her childish behavior was proof of that.

"Why did you send her to work here? I don't like her." Tink pouted.

"Oh… I wasn't aware." He lied. "Why don't you like her?"

Tink got up on to her knees and looked her father in the eyes. "Remember when it was just you, me, and Jason?"

Ianto sighed. Tink hadn't had a 'You and Jason belong together' moment in a while. He knew this little outburst was just her way of trying to avoid how upset she was about the rebellion. "Bethan," he began needing to use her real name for what he was about to say. "It's okay, you know, if you want to take a break."

She turned back toward her book and flung herself flat on to the bed again. She looked at her book and began to ignore her father. It really annoyed him how she could be so immature; she was over a century old! Just then, Jason rushed into the room as if he was in a panic. Ianto hoped it wasn't that bad, whatever it was. He couldn't deal with anymore drama at the moment.

"I just heard, Tink," the man said with a frantic tone.

"What?" Bethan asked looking up from her book and at Jason. She appeared to think Jason was serious, though Ianto knew better.

"The evil step-mother was mean, and you had to banish her with a teacup."

Bethan let out a high pitched laugh that only Jason ever elicited.

"It's not a joke, she could have hurt her." Ianto interjected as Jason got on the bed and pulled Bethan into a mock comforting hug.

"I was just trying to give new mummy a scar to match Tad's," Tink pouted at Jason, still ignoring her father.

Ianto rolled his eyes. Bloody fantastic, now he had two childish adults to deal with.

"I know, it was very thoughtful of you," Jason said gently.

"Oi, the Minister is talking now, you two." Ianto growled.

They both looked at him and rolled their eyes in unison.

"Bethan, you are taking a break, you need it and you know it. Jason, you are going to be the leader of the Cardiff Rift. I suggest you pick a second."

"I don't need…" Bethan began, but Ianto cut her off.

"Yes you do!" Ianto shouted and then continued, "And now your Father is talking Bethan. You will go and apologize to Aria, am I understood?"

"I will apologize if we can spend the night, just the three of us…" Bethan pouted. "Please?" she added for good measure.

Ianto pointed toward the door. "Go apologize, then I will consider your proposal."

Bethan made a pout face then hopped off the bed and headed out the door. She slammed it behind her.

Ianto looked at Jason. "Do you have to encourage her childish behavior? She is one hundred and four, and you allow her to pretend that she is only four!"

"She's stressed out…" Jason began but Ianto cut him off.

"I'm well aware. But that is no reason for her to throw things at my wife!"

"Everyone knows to transfer calls from Ianto to Tink. Common knowledge," Jason laughed.

"Jason, you are such an asshole sometimes." Ianto growled then left the room and walked down the stairs and into the living area.

"It's okay, Tink really, no harm was done," Aria was saying as she gently rocked her sleeping baby. "Iden, are you ready?" she asked, looking up at her husband and clearly ready to go home.

Ianto looked down at his daughter who gave him puppy dog eyes. He sighed, she knew those eyes were his weakness. "Actually, I am going to stay here, Bethan am I have a lot to discuss."

Adrian came into the room from the kitchen then holding a cup of tea just as Jason came down the stairs with a passive face, Ianto could tell he was angry about being called an asshole and one look at Adrian told Ianto that Adrian could tell his lover was angry as well.

"Oh… Okay well then, I'm going to go ahead and go because I'm tired." Aria said with disappointment.

"Adrian, would you help Aria, please?" Ianto smiled at his friend. Adrian narrowed his eyes as if he knew that Ianto was the reason for Jason's distress.

"Of course," Adrian nodded. "Jason, will you be staying here as well?"

"Yes," Jason nodded smiling down at Bethan. "We're actually kicking everyone out, so I'm going to start clearing the place." He walked to the kitchen, stopping briefly to give Adrian a small peck on the cheek.

Twenty minutes later the only people remaining in the home were Ianto, Bethan, and Jason. They sat on the couch, watched Disney movies, and ate pizza until Bethan passed out. Jason took her up to her bed and tucked her in while Ianto cleaned up the mess they had made.

Jason came into the kitchen just as Ianto was putting away the last clean plate. Jason's arms wrapped around Ianto from behind and he rested his head on Ianto's shoulder. "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole," he whispered. "Will you forgive me?"

"I will always forgive you," Ianto sighed, staring at his and Jason's reflection in the window over the sink. Jason pulled the Welshman closer.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Jason released his grip and leaned on the counter beside Ianto so he could see his face. "You know, this night was fun. You want to continue it in our old room?"

"I'm a married man Jason," Ianto growled, angry again. Why did Jason have to be constantly asking for more than Ianto could give?

"Just to sleep. I know you don't like to sleep alone," Jason snapped.

"I don't think it would be a wise thing for us to do," Ianto explained. He began to walk away but Jason grabbed him by the arm before he was out of reach and pulled him close.

"Why? Because you can't resist me? Wonder why that is, Ianto," Jason cooed running his finger along Ianto's bottom lip.

"Jason, I am begging you here," Ianto sighed. Jason was playing dirty by using Ianto's given name. They were always careful to use the current name so that it was habit and they didn't slip up in public.

"I don't understand why you fight it so much. It can't be healthy."

"Jason, I have other people to think about here."

"What does it matter to everyone else what the two of us do alone?" Jason hissed. "It should be between us, and no one else!"

"Only you live in that fantasy world, Jace. Normal people understand that their actions have an effect on others!"

"Oh, I am very aware of how I affect others," Jason leered.

Ianto rolled his eyes and tried to pull away from Jason's grip. Jason didn't release.

"Jason, let me go."

"Is it an order?"

"Yes!"

Jason let go with a scowl and turned to look away from Ianto. Apparently the dish towel hanging over the sink was really interesting.

"Jason, I know you..."

"Don't. Just don't. You don't have to explain. I will stay here the rest of the night, you may go home to your wife."

"Jace," Ianto tried again.

"Adrian told me that when you were with Anna you still took a chance to be with Jack if you got it… He's more important to you than I am, your Jack. You love him so much…"

"Jason, I…"

"Just go," Jason said hastily, then quickly fled the kitchen.

Jack

Jack felt stupid. Things had been going so well… and then his flirty ways had screwed it all up. That, along with his big mouth and his jealousy which, quite frankly, wasn't his style at all. He had said things he didn't mean. He had hurt Ianto, and now after three days of Jack trying to apologize the man was still acting indifferent. The worst part was that Jack knew Ianto was hurting. It was easy to tell, plus Jack may have been watching the Welshman very closely. It wasn't stalking if he only did it during office hours, and of course for Torchwood all hours were office hours.

Part of Jack knew that Ianto was just being stubborn, while the other part of him knew he deserved the torture Ianto was putting him through. That was the reason Jack was refusing to drink Ianto's coffee; he needed to be punished and he knew it. He wondered momentarily what had made him so possessive at the sight of the god-like man that had been in Ianto's living room without a shirt. Any other time and Jack would have flirted with the man, and possibly suggested a fun threesome, but some part of him had not wanted to share Ianto. That was why he had staked his claim and used the word 'boyfriend.'

Jack shuddered at his desk. Ianto Jones could not be described with a word as simple as boyfriend. Actually, Jack couldn't think of a word that would be worthy of Jones, Ianto Jones.

The truth of the matter was that Jack had overreacted simply because he had caught Ianto in a lie. (Well, and the hot guy, but Jack was trying hard to deny that.) There was no way his Ianto hadn't shagged that Jason bloke. Not with the way he had allowed Jason to touch him. Ianto tensed up if Tosh tried to touch him, which suggested (if Jack was one to come to conclusions without all the facts) that Ianto must have slept with Jason.

Jack had already done research on Jason. The man was the estranged son of a billionaire who had died and left his wealth to Jason. Jason had a mansion that used to be used as a home for wayward teens. Of course…. The man was beautiful and stinking rich. Jack didn't really know why that would make a difference though, since Jack himself was beautiful and stinking rich. There was only one thing that Jason Sims could offer Ianto that he couldn't, and that was the ability to grow old beside him. Jack let out a sigh into his unsatisfying takeaway coffee.

The worst part of the whole fight had to have been Jack's parting words. They had been petty and filled with poison, and Jack had regretted them the moment they crossed his lips. He had seen the hurt look on Ianto's face: Ianto now thought that Jack only saw him as the Tea-boy, which couldn't be farther from the truth. Jack knew he was falling for Ianto. He knew he wanted to make it all better, and he knew he didn't know where to begin.

"You requested my presence, Harkness?" Owen said with his usual snark as he marched into Jack's office and plopped casually into the chair opposite the immortal's desk.

"Yes, I'd like an update about Ianto's mental state," Jack replied.

"Well, he is still screwed up and he isn't taking his meds. Though I think I know why… His mum died from an overdose, could be he is scared of going the same way. A good thing, really; it means he's not suicidal."

"Well, that's promising…"

"Yeah."

"Anything else?"

"He needs to eat better, and he needs more sleep. Of course he isn't taking my advice about those things, either. He's a stubborn prat, I'll tell you that."

"Well, you should be able to relate well with him, then," Jack smiled although the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Very funny," Owen muttered getting up, "If there is nothing else I'd like to go. There are a lot of birds out there, I have so little time to meet them all."