Jack was startled by Ianto's hand on his shoulder. He sat up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You're wet," he said.

"Doesn't matter."

"Yes it does," Jack insisted, "Sit on the bed, I'll clean you up."

Ianto obeyed without question, giving the older man an expressionless, wide eyed stare as he was helped into clean pyjamas.

"Do you need more water?" Jack asked, "for your pill."

Ianto shook his head.

"I dry swallowed it," he replied

The American nodded. He sat down on the bed and stroked a hand over the short, spiky hair on top of Ianto's head. He let the hand rest on the back of the other man's neck for a moment before drawing their foreheads together.

"I messed up," he said, "it's all my fault."

"No, it's not."

Jack pulled back, his hand dropping to his side.

"Yes it is," he said, "I went to see Adam."

Ianto's eyes widened.

"What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't believe it now," Jack paused for a moment, "but I need to know, were you telling the truth when you said you had no more secrets."

The younger man didn't respond at first. He stared at the floor, a long moment of silence stretching between them. Eventually, without looking up, he gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of the head.

"Oh," Jack didn't know what else to say.

"I'm sorry," Ianto pleaded, "I was ashamed. You're angry now."

"No, I'm not. I'm disappointed. Sometimes I feel as if I've only scratched the surface with you. I know I wasn't exactly honest when we first got together but I tell you everything now."

Ianto lifted his head, looking at Jack with tear filled eyes. He gave his head another shake.

"I know but I...I can't"

"Why not? You don't need to be afraid anymore. No one can hurt you now and I won't judge you."

A single tear escaped from the corner of the Welshman's eye, running down his cheek until it was wiped away by the palm of his hand.

"It wasn't my da," he said, "it was me. I was the one who asked Adam to sort out the bullies. I told him I'd give him a blow job."

Jack cupped Ianto's face in the palm of his hands and kissed him briefly on the lips. When he pulled away he gave him a small, affectionate smile.

"You've no reason to feel ashamed," he said, "You were young, you had no one to turn to."

"I went a bit wild after that. I thought I was so clever, walking around the estate like I owned the place but I was a fool, and by the time I realised it, I was in too deep. I wasn't wrong when I said he didn't pimp me, he didn't but I pimped myself, I was just as much a rent boy as any of the kids who tout for business on street corners, and you wonder why I'm ashamed. I was so fucking ashamed I took drugs at one point, just to forget how shitty everything was. Then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he cut me loose."

Jack chuckled humourlessly.

"Adam told me you stabbed him." he said.

"...and you believed him, I mean I know I've got a temper and I've done some stupid things in my time, but stab someone, I'm not sure I even could..."

"I know that now and I'm truly sorry. You were right about him, he has a way of making you believe things. I don't understand why he'd lie about something like that."

"because he can," Ianto shrugged.

The American gave him an apologetic look.

"So, Tinkerbell," he said, "you still want to marry me or what?"

Ianto didn't reply. He looked back at Jack with an expression the older man couldn't quite decipher. Jack frowned, his eyes roaming over his lover's face, searching for a clue as to what was wrong. After a while he sighed.

"There's something else isn't there?"

Ianto nodded slowly.

"I've never told anyone."

He lifted his feet on to the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them. Keeping his head low, he raised his eyes to meet Jack's.

When he spoke his voice was so quiet the American had to strain to hear it, "what do you suppose makes a 15 year old think it's normal to suck cocks to get what they want."

And just like that, something became horribly clear. Something about Ianto's actions as a troubled teenager suddenly made sense. Something Jack should have known all along because Ianto wasn't the first youngster to sell themselves. In fact they walked the streets of every major city in the world, and the American had read a statistic somewhere, sixty percent of them had something in common. He didn't speak because he couldn't think of anything to say.

"His name was Harry Saxon," Ianto continued, "he was my teacher and I was thirteen years old."

TWTWTWTW

Later that morning Jack made toast. He put it on a plate, sliding it across the table and pleading with Ianto to eat something.

"I should google him," Ianto said, ignoring the plate.

"Huh?"

"Saxon, I should google him, I need to know if he's still teaching."

Jack went to stand behind Ianto's chair and wrapped his arms around him. He didn't speak for moment, just holding him close and wordlessly offering support.

"Let me do it," he said, "you finish your breakfast."

He left the room and returned a few minutes later. He frowned at the still full plate of toast on the table but Ianto ignored the disapproving looks, asking him what he'd found out instead.

Jack's only response was a tight lipped smile.

"Oh," the Welshman dipped his head, "Where?"

"The High School. What do you want to do?"

"It's not what I want to do," Ianto sighed, "it's what I have to do."

More than anything, Jack wanted to tell him he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to, but they both knew that would be a lie.

"Okay," he conceded, "but let's get Owen to check you out first. You were pretty upset last night and I just want to make sure you're all right."

TWTWTW

Tosh stirred, stretching her arms out and yawning.

"Who was that," she asked.

"Jack," Owen told her, putting the phone back down on the bedside table, "He wants me to go and see Ianto."

"Ianto? Is everything okay?"

"Not sure, and I've no idea where he got the idea I do house calls from either."

Tosh smiled at him,

"But you'll go anyway?"

"Yeah," the doctor chuckled, "I don't know what it is about the big lug but he makes me want to be a better doctor, and no one has done that since..."

"It's okay, you can say her name, you know."

"No," he said, jumping out of bed, "no time to be maudlin. I've got a patient to see. I'll call you later and let you know he's okay."

TWTWTWT

"So...?" Jack hovered over Owen while the doctor checked Ianto's blood pressure, using the old fashioned method with a cuff and stethoscope.

"For fuck's sake, Jack," he let the air out the cuff, "I've lost count now. Look, why don't you go in the kitchen, I'll come get you when I'm done."

Jack sighed but left without further comment. The young doctor re-inflated the cuff and pressed his stethoscope against the crook of Ianto's elbow. After a few moments he took off the cuff and put the apparatus away in his bag.

"Physically you're a perfect specimen," he said, "so why don't you tell me why I'm really here?"

"I...um, forgot to take my meds."

"You...forgot?"

"I was a bit upset," Ianto squirmed.

Owen gave him a questioning look, then sighed at him.

"Right," he uttered, "So you had a row with the big headed, American git and thought you'd stop taken your meds to teach him a lesson"

Ianto shrugged,

"Sort of."

"Well, I don't care what happened, in future," Owen scolded him, "you do not stop taking your meds for anything, ever. You should be fine if this is a one off, but if you don't take them regularly you are risking a breakthrough episode, you could have a psychotic breakdown, you do understand how serious that is?"

Ianto looked down at his feet and nodded his head, avoiding the doctor's gaze.

"Good," Owen replied, "I'm going to go in the kitchen now. I could give you some excuse as to why you should stay here, but I'd rather just tell you the truth, which is I'm going to give the twat a bollocking, okay?"

He left the room without waiting for an answer, and stalked into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.

"What the fuck, happened," he growled, "I thought we'd agreed, no more fall outs and no more fucking dramas."

"I know, I was stupid, it won't happen again."

"It better not, Jack. I'm beginning to think his sister was right."

Jack looked up sharply.

"That's bull, Owen. You've no idea what you're talking about."

"Fine, but I'm warning you. Don't let me down again."

TWTWTWTW

Jack squeezed Ianto's hand as they stood in the lobby of the council's municipal offices, ignoring the surreptitious glances at their joined hands. When they got to the front of the queue he quietly asked for the Mental Health Social Work Team and was directed to the fourth floor. They took the lift and stepped out, immediately finding themselves in a large open plan office. The desk nearest the lift bore a sign with the instruction, "please sign in if you have an appointment." Jack opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Ianto,

"If you say loving the officey feel, I'm going to hit you."

Jack chuckled.

"I was going to say, we have to sign in over there, but now that you mention it..."

Ianto rolled his eyes and strode over to the reception desk.

"Ianto Jones," he said, "I've got an appointment with Rory Williams."

The receptionist smiled and point to a door behind her to the left,

"Just wait in there," she said, "I'll let him know you're here."

The door led to a pleasantly decorated room, painted in a calming shade of blue, the only furniture comprising of a number of colour coordinated chairs arranged in a circle. The two men sat next to each other, Jack putting his arm over the back of Ianto's chair. After a few moments the door opened and Rory walked in. He shook hands with both of them and greeted them with a smile,

"I'm so sorry I couldn't come out to see you at home, Ianto. I'm snowed under this week. How are you both coping?"

"We're coping fine, now, thanks," the Welshman replied.

"So what can I do for you?"

Jack reached over and gave Ianto's knee a squeeze.

"We need your help with something." he said.

Rory listened, without interrupting as Ianto told his story. When he'd finished the Social Worker, leaned forward in his chair and touched Ianto's arm.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "do you want tea or coffee or anything."

"Water would be nice," Jack said, Ianto nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in a second.

After about twenty minutes, Rory returned with two plastic cups full of water. He passed one to Jack and gave the other to Ianto.

"I hope you don't mind but I called one of my colleagues in the child protection unit," he said. "She ran the name through their database and it seems Mr Saxon has an entry. About five years ago another student made a complaint about him. There was an investigation but the student wasn't believed so although the complaint was left on record, Saxon went back to work with the full support of his headteacher."

"Oh," Ianto palmed his face, "if I'd come forward sooner he might have been believed," he looked up, his face pale and haggard looking, "so anything he's done in the last five years is my fault then."

"No," Rory insisted, "You are not to blame for any of it."

"What happens now," Jack asked

"That will depend on Ianto," Rory replied, "as soon as we're finished here I'll inform the school and he'll be suspended pending further investigations. After that we could deal with it internally, if he's found guilty he'll lose his licence to teach and be put on the sex offenders' register, he won't work with children again."

"But he won't be punished."

"No we'd have to forward the case to the Crown Prosecution Service for that, but are you sure you'd want that."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Rory sighed.

"Ianto, you won't be the prosecution's star witness. If the other boy still wants to come forward, that will certainly help the case but given your history, the defense are likely to try and discredit you. They'll say you're deluded because of your medical condition, they'll drag up anything in your past that might suggest you weren't totally innocent," his gaze flicked to Jack, "they'll suggest you've always had a thing for older men, implying you had a crush on this teacher, and with you being in the public eye, it will attract press interest, maybe even the nationals. Of course they'll be banned from reporting on the facts of the case or releasing your name until it's over, but that won't stop them giving enough details so everyone will have a good idea who you are anyway." Rory paused to give Ianto a moment to process this new information, "Why don't I leave you two alone for a minute to talk things through," he continued, "and if you're still sure when I come back, I'll call the police and start the ball rolling."

"You okay?" Jack asked after the social worker had left the room, "are you sure you want to go through with it."

"I'm sure," Ianto replied,"I can't hide in the shadows anymore and I don't want the rest of my life to be about him. What happened to me when I was 13 is responsible for so much that went wrong with my life, Adam, taking drugs, my OCD, probably even the bi polar disorder. Seeing him punished for it could be the first step to finally getting my life back on track."

Jack smiled at him.

"I love you," he said, "let's get married."

"I thought we'd already agreed that," Ianto laughed.

"No I mean lets get married now. Well, not now obviously but since we're in the municipal buildings why don't we nip along to the marriage room and book the next available date."

Ianto blinked at him, looking shocked."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Why not? We don't have to spend months planning it. We don't need flowers or bridesmaids dresses or place settings, just you, me, the registrar and whatever friends and family members want to join us."

The young Welshman's shocked face gradually morphed into a bright grin. Jack laughed.

He stood up and pulled Ianto up along with him, laughingly dancing him around his chair in a kind of mad waltz.

"Okay, this is not exactly what I was expecting when I came back."

Jack stopped dancing but didn't let Ianto go. He turned to face Rory in the doorway,

"I'm sorry," Ianto said, "I promise we know how serious this is, it's just..."

Jack interrupted him, gracing Rory with a face splitting grin.

"Ianto has just agreed to be my non-gender specific legalised life partner."

TWTWTWTW

Ianto stood back with his arms full of grocery bags, while Jack let them both into their house. The older man took the bags and lead the way into the kitchen. While Jack unpacked the shopping, Ianto flopped down on the kitchen table and groaned, holding his head in his hands,

"I can't believe we just did that."

"You haven't changed your mind have you," Jack asked.

"No, of course not, it's just, bloody hell, two weeks! When I agreed to book the next available date I didn't know they would have a cancellation."

Jack stopped what he was doing and looked at him.

"Are you sure about this, because if you're not just say the word..."

"No. I'm sure. I want to do this. The sooner the better, I'm just thinking how the hell are we going to do everything in two weeks."

"Tosh will help, and Gwen. Have you thought about who you want to stand up for you."

"Rhys, of course, what about you?"

"I thought I'd ask John."

Ianto's head shot up,

"J...John," he stammered,

"No, not John...silly, John, my boss."

"Oh," Ianto replied, "phew that's a relief. Not that I've anything against John, It's just I don't think I could stand being called eye-candy all day."

Jack laughed.

"He was jealous, you know. He knew how much I loved you and I guess even though the two of us were together for 15 years, I never felt the same way about him. I won't say I didn't love him but he wasn't you Ianto."

The younger man stood up and threw himself at Jack, crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. When it finished, Jack grinned.

"So Tinkerbell, where are you taking me on honeymoon?" he asked.

"Honeymoon? I..I hadn't really thought about it. Do you want to go away?"

"Oh come on, Ianto. We have to have a honeymoon? It's traditional. How about Venice?"

"Hmmm, I don't know, Venice, it's a bit...wet."

"What about Spain then?"

"Too hot."

"Iceland?"

"Too cold."

"San francisco."

"Too far,"

"Paris?"

"Hmmm, Paris,"

"Great, I'll go book it."

"On second thoughts, not Paris. It's too French,"

Jack sighed.

"Is there anywhere in the world you like."

"Wales, I like Wales."

"Ianto we live in Wales. That's the whole point of going away. You know, that's why it's called, going away." Jack emphasised the last two words.

"But why would you want to go anywhere else, " Ianto insisted, "Wales has got everything you need, sea, sand..."

"...sheep!"

"Okay, it doesn't have to be wales, but why do we have to go abroad. Couldn't we just stay in the UK."

"Ianto Jones are you scared of flying?" Jack humphed, putting his hands on his hips.

"Oh, erm," Ianto blushed, "might be, a bit, maybe."

"Fine we'll stay in the UK then. This time. How about we leave it to fate, I'll go get the road map, you can open it at random and point somewhere. That's where we'll go."

TWTWTWTW

"C'mon, Ianto. Don't keep me in suspense, where are we going on honeymoon?"

"Slough."

"Ah."