Jack spent the next few days curled up in the arms of his lover as he rested and healed. The exhaustion that overtook his body made it hard to stay awake and he didn't try as Ianto stayed home from work to care for him. In his arms, he didn't see visions nor did he hear the strange voice contradicting what he knew was real. He could instead focus on the fact that he was having a little girl with the man he loved. Soon they would be finishing up the nursery and then they would be welcoming her into the universe.

"What about Grace?" Ianto asked as they laid curled together in the bed. Their bodies were intertwined and they were holding hands as they cuddled.

"That's not a Welsh name," Jack answered.

"Fine then what about the name Aeronwen," Ianto responded he sounded a little irritated and Jack leaned up so that he could look at Ianto.

"We can name her Grace if that is what you choose, I just thought you wanted to name her a Welsh name," Jack informed his lover. He kissed Ianto softly on the cheek. "What about if we name her Grace Aeronwen? That way she will still have a Welsh name but she will also carry the name you chose."

"You don't mind?" Ianto questioned.

"I like it if you do," Jack answered. He kissed Ianto softly again, kissing him several times as he moved closer to Ianto's mouth, their lips finally meeting. They kissed slowly, neither one of them trying to take charge as they just reaffirmed their love for each other. Breaking the kiss, Jack leaned into Ianto again as he buried his head beneath Ianto's chin. "Do you have to go to work tomorrow? You could take another sick day. I am sure your boss won't mind."

"I know but Gwen, Tosh, and Owen are struggling without us. I need to go in for at least a few hours," Ianto informed him. He moaned as Jack kissed his Adam's apple then nibbled on his neck. "You're making it very hard to leave though."

"I hope that isn't the only thing I am making hard," Jack teased his free hand drifting lower. Ianto couldn't nod so he moaned his agreement. He wasn't sure if Jack was physically ready for sex again but he knew from experience that it wouldn't stop Jack from trying. Ianto was positive that Jack could be on his deathbed and would still be trying to have sex one last time before his time. Still, it was hard not to just give in to the sensations as Jack's hand slipped into his trousers finding its target. Ianto moaned deeply and thrusting his hips he stopped thinking as his sole focus became the hot hand on his cock. He groaned deeply as the hand released him before he could fall over the edge. Knowing Jack's game, he looked down to see Jack smiling back up at him with humor in his eyes. Almost desperately, Ianto pushed their mouths together as he rolled Jack onto his back and settled between his legs. Their joining was quick as Ianto was already too close to release to last long. Jack didn't mind as he used his hand to finish himself across both their stomachs.

"Ready for supper?" Ianto questioned. Jack nodded sleepily as he pressed their mouths back together. Ianto chuckled as he kissed him deeply. Supper could wait.

The next day, Ianto rose early to head to Torchwood. Not wanting to be alone in the house, Jack got dressed ready to join him. Though Ianto tried to talk him out of it Jack remained stubborn and soon the two of them were heading to the hub. Jack let Ianto drive as he stared out the window watching the rain falling steadily outside. The day was dreary and he couldn't remember the last time they had a bright sunny one. That was Cardiff, though, and rainy days were to be expected.

Pulling up to the hub, they both got out and went in through the visitor's entrance. Even if it was early, his employees were already hard at work. He greeted them then disappeared up to his office to start working. Looking at the recent files he was pleased to see they were up to date and that the others were no longer hiding the recent artifacts from him. He sat down to begin working on them and filling out the forms for the ones that he knew. He had just begun working on the first one when he thought he saw someone standing in the corner of his office. He looked quickly towards the image but it was gone just as quickly.

"Jack," a voice called to him. Putting his head in his hands, Jack closed his eyes as he concentrated on the telepathic exercises that he had learned in the agency. He built his mental wall tall and strong before daring to open his eyes again. He looked towards the corner of the room, waiting to hear the voice. When it didn't come, he sighed with relief before once more starting on the reports.

-DW-

The Doctor swore loudly and colorfully as once more he forced out of Jack's mind as he built his walls higher. He would have to work harder to get past Jack's defenses in order to reach his mind which wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been for the fact that Jack's teeth were currently locked onto his shoulder. It wasn't the first time that he had been bitten by Jack as he tried to reach him and he was positive it wouldn't be the last. The first time it had taken him off guard as Jack dug his teeth into his arm drawing blood as he connected with him telepathically. The second time had been his hand while feeding him and the third his arm again while helping him to shower. This time made four and he was positive that he was going to be bleeding again by how hard Jack was biting him.

Resisting the urge to smack Jack in order to get him to let go, the Doctor connected with the TARDIS asking her to call Martha to his room. As calmly as he could, he reached over plugging Jack's nose with his free hand hoping that Jack would let go once he needed to breathe. He looked up as the door to his room opened and Martha entered taking in the sight in front of her.

"Again?" she sighed.

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed. He felt Jack's mouth loosen a little and he pulled away. Jack didn't notice as he continued to sit on the floor as the Doctor moved away from him. His shoulder was throbbing painfully and he started to unbutton his shirt as he sat down. Wishing he had put on his jacket as well, he removed the shirt then Martha helped him to remove his undershirt. She hissed as she saw his shoulder.

"Well, the good news is he barely broke through the skin so you won't need stitches," Martha exclaimed.

"And the bad?" the Doctor wondered.

"You are going to have a nice bruise and I am going to be cleaning it well with antiseptic in order to try to prevent an infection. We got lucky the last time but I may put you on antibiotics anyway," Martha explained. The Doctor nodded as he listened. He didn't fight her as she cleaned the cuts making them hurt even worse before bandaging the area. His shoulder felt like it had a heartbeat in it and as much as he wanted Jack back, he wasn't eager to connect to the Captain again. So instead, he sat in the chair watching as Jack sat staring at the wall in front of him. The Doctor couldn't tell what Jack was acting out. All he knew was that Jack was safe for now and at the moment that was all that mattered.