AN: I've got to say, I felt the love after the last chapter. Thanks guys. So yep… that's all I got. Oh yeah and my beta miss Taamar is amazing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.

Rating: MA

Warnings: usual

Spoilers: Reset-something borrowed.

Jack

Martha Jones was a sight for sore eyes. She was a reminder of the Doctor, which stirred mixed emotions in Jack. Thinking about the Doctor wasn't as heartbreaking as it used to be, but it still hurt. The way the Time Lord had called him wrong—it still haunted Jack.

Now Martha was inside the Pharm, and Jack was trying not to worry. Martha had proven she could handle herself. She had been the one to walk the Earth, to spread the message of the Doctor, and because of that they had been able to defeat the Master. Still, Jack didn't like putting his friends in danger.

"I can feel you worrying from over here, Jack," Ianto muttered from his small computer in the corner of Jack's office.

Jack looked up. "You can't feel someone's worry."

"Jack, I can feel every emotion you have." Ianto insisted, typing vigorously.

"She'll be alright." Jack sighed, trying to convince himself.

"Sure, she has to send me a red beret."

Jack let out a little laugh. "Did she tell you that? Man, no one knows how to keep secrets around here, and that's an issue being as we're a secret organization."

Ianto stopped typing and turned to look at Jack. "You know, you're the reason when anyone in Cardiff asks about Torchwood people point to the bay." He said, raising his eyebrow.

"How?"

"Oh I don't know… maybe the oversized SUV that says Torchwood all over it and has enough flashing blue lights on it to light up the London Eye?" Ianto suggested.

"How would that lead them to the bay?"

Ianto sighed. "It always heads toward the bay."

Jack thought it over for a moment then nodded in agreement. "I thought you liked the SUV."

"Oh, I love the SUV. More than you do, apparently, given the way you're always abusing it."

Jack grinned. "It likes it."

Ianto sighed and turned back toward his computer. "Always comes back to sex with you doesn't it?"

"Yes." Jack answered truthfully. "You wanna play?"

"What?"

"You come sit behind this desk and act like you're my boss and then take advantage of me."

Ianto looked back at Jack and raised an eyebrow. "Everyone is here."

"Then how about you get under my desk and give me a blow job?"

Ianto looked out the window of Jack's office. No one was out there except for Tosh, who was typing away at her computer. She'd never notice, unless…

Ianto got up and walked to the door "Tosh, do you need a coffee refill?"

"No," she shouted back with irritation at the interruption.

Ianto closed the door and slowly took off his jacket before draping it over the chair in front of Jack's desk. "Scoot back!"

Jack scooted his chair back and Ianto knelt in front of him. He looked up at Jack, his blue eyes shining like diamonds. "Are you picturing me with the red beret?" Ianto asked.

Jack ran a hand though Ianto's dark hair. "Oh yes."

Ianto smirked and undid Jack's trousers before quickly pulling out Jack's need. He bent forward and teased Jack with his tongue.

"Please don't tease me, Yan, I can't take it." Jack begged.

Jack let his head fall back onto his chair when Ianto finally took him into his mouth and set a quick and amazing pace. Jack was sure Ianto was getting better at giving head each time. Jack twisted his fingers in his Welshman's hair and let out a moan.

One of Ianto's hands traveled slowly up Jack's chest. Jack gripped the hand with his own.

"You're so amazing," Jack moaned. "So fucking amazing." He gasped as his release shot through him and Ianto swallowed it down.

"Feel better?" Ianto asked when Jack looked down to see the Welshman licking the cum from his lips.

"Yeah. I do. Switch me places and I'll return the favor, but how about you pretend you're my boss and demand it of me."

Ianto sighed playfully. "You're incorrigible."

TW—TW—TW

"Do you remember what happened the last time?" Ianto demanded as he stormed into Jack's office. Owen had died, and Jack hadn't been able to let it be. He had gone to Faith, the ageless tarot reader who had read Jack's cards for him when he first arrived in Cardiff. He had risked being mauled by nearly fifty weevils to get another 'risen mitten', all for Owen. Well, that's what Jack tried to tell himself. He tried to convince himself it was a selfless act, but it wasn't, and deep down he knew it. He didn't want to lose another friend, especially not when Jack knew it was all his fault. Now Owen was back. But for how long, no one knew.

"Of course I do! Gwen nearly died, how could I forget? But this is different, I couldn't just let him go!"

"What the fuck, Jack? You think you have the right to make these decisions for everyone? You think you can keep Owen alive with that stupid glove? You can't! He's still dead, he's just up and walking around! Miserable."

Jack stared at Ianto for a moment. The man was angry clearly upset with Jack for his lack of leadership skills in this situation. Who was Jack trying to fool? He didn't feel like he really had leadership skills. Why did these people work for him and trust him? Jack closed his eyes and felt tears burning behind his lids hating himself more than he ever had. His face crumpled as he sobbed. "I didn't want to lose another friend… It's so hard, Ianto."

When Jack opened his eyes Ianto's arms were wrapped around him. "I know, Jack. I know."

Iden Miller

Ianto stood next to Owen's body in a dark room in Jason's basement and held his hand. He looked at the glow in the dark dial on his wristwatch and watched the second hand move along. He wondered how long it would take for the psychic link to break, and for Owen to wake. Then he wondered how long it would take for him to go back to Jack.

Owen breathed to life suddenly and Ianto himself could practically feel death around him. How was that possible; did death realize what was about to happen?

"He shot me! He shot me!" Owen yelled. Ianto stayed quiet but gripped his friend's hand he could feel the shadowy figure in the room with them. He wasn't sure if he was holding Owen's hand to comfort Owen or himself.

"Fuck… am I dead?" Owen's hand gripped back. Ianto wanted to comfort him, to tell him it was okay but he remained quiet, both out of fear and necessity. Owen attempted to move but Ianto had secured him to the table. "I didn't tell her," Owen sobbed. He laid still after that shifting every so often. Ianto continued to hold his hand as tears of his own fell down his cheeks finding for the first time since he was sixteen that he was afraid of death.

"Who's holding my hand?" Owen asked. "What's that?" the doctor jumped when the shadowy presence in the room moved around once more.

Ianto remained quiet but shifted closer to Owen.

"Will it be dark like this forever?"

Then something happened that shook Ianto to his core and made him fall to his knees, trembling. Jack's voice called Owen back to him and then like that Owen's body went limp again and the shadowy figure left with him.

TW—TW—TW

"How did it go?" Adrian asked when Ianto walked into the kitchen.

"Okay I guess. I don't think me holding his hand helped him much." Ianto responded, not about to tell anyone about Death being in the basement.

"It's the thought that counts," Adrian assured him.

Ianto hadn't been able to meet Adrian's eyes since the Frenchman had admitted he was having coffee dates with Jack. He was envious. Not because Adrian and Jack had kissed; Ianto had seen many people kiss Jack, it was like the equivalent of a handshake for that man. No he was jealous simply because Adrian got to see Jack and he didn't.

"Yeah, listen, I'm gonna head to bed. I've given Tammy the day off tomorrow, so I'll be spending the day with Ruby."

"Iden… I can stop seeing him, if that will make you happier."

"No. I'm fine with it. Really, it's okay."

"It doesn't seem like it's 'okay'." Adrian insisted, distressed. "You're my best friend. I literally need you! I'm not going to sleep with him, you know. I just like having someone outside the two of you to talk to. Please don't be mad at me."

Ianto took a step toward his best friend and very slowly he brought a hand to the man's cheek. He hadn't touched Adrian since their fight, and he wasn't sure if his touching rights had been revoked or not. "You're my best friend, as well. I'm not mad at you."

Adrian brought his hand up to Ianto's to keep it there. "How are you sleeping?"

"Fine," Ianto lied. Truth was, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a very long time. Probably since before losing Aria, but now it was even worse. Since his fight with Adrian he hadn't sleep more than two hours a night.

"How about you stay with Jason and me tonight?"

"Adrian, I'm not a child. I can sleep alone just fine."

Adrian shook his head. "You go up there and I'll be there in a moment."

"Is that an order?" Ianto smiled.

"Yes."

Ianto nodded and kissed Adrian's cheek. Feeling his heart break a bit when the Frenchman flinched. It took a lot to build up trust but not a lot to break it. "Okay." He agreed before leaving the kitchen and heading up the stairs to the second floor. He didn't bother knocking on Jason's door he just went in. Jason was sitting on the bed reading. When Ianto closed the door Jason looked up, his face impassive.

"Adrian has insisted I sleep here tonight."

"No..." Jason replied.

Ianto felt the sting of rejection run through him. "Why?"

"This is Adrian's bed. Adrian and I sleep in this bed, I fuck no one else on it."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "I meant to actually sleep, and Adrian will be sleeping here as well."

"Oh… well then, the more the merrier." Jason grinned putting his book down. He then looked at Ianto intently. "Yan, if you need a break no one would blame you."

Ianto shook his head feeling tears prick his eyes. He knew Jason was right. No one would blame him for throwing in the towel, no one but himself. "I don't…" he choked out.

Jason patted the center of the bed and nodded. "Then let me take care of you for a bit. For the next six hours or so you're my charge and nothing more."

"Fine," Ianto sighed. He stripped down to his undershirt and pants and climbed into the bed to cuddle up next to Jason.

"You ever think that life would be a lot easier if you and Adrian would just do it already?" Jason asked.

"Jace, that's never going to happen." Ianto responded.

"I know, just saying."

Ianto let out a chuckle before breathing in Jason's scent and letting sleep overtake him.

TW—TW—TW

"Minister," Tammy's voice broke into Ianto's sleep. Ianto opened his eyes and looked up at her. She looked uncomfortable, and her cheeks were slightly pink. He realized that Adrian's hand was on his crotch. Ianto grinned.

"It's not what it looks like." Ianto insisted, moving Adrian's hand.

"Minister, Joy Parker has been arrested, and Bethan's been taken."

"What?" Ianto said shooting up in the bed.

"Joy used her one phone call to call Sarah. The police are holding her on kidnapping charges. Bethan has been returned to her parents. Kicking and screaming, according to Joy."

Ianto pushed at Jason. "Wake up," he said franticly.

"Why?"

"Bethan's been taken. I've got to go to the U.S. immediately, and I need you to drive me to the airport." Ianto snapped, trying unsuccessfully to stay calm. Bethan wasn't in danger. No need to panic, yet.

TW—TW—TW

"I always thought Bethan was Gwen's," Ianto said, staring out the window as Jason and he raced toward the airport.

"Who?" Jason asked.

Ianto looked toward Jason in disbelief. "The girl you fucked… the reason Little Ianto left you."

"You're going to need to be more specific."

Ianto let out a ragged sigh and leaned against the passenger seat. "You're impossible."

"I'm not."

"Are too."

"Knock it off, you two." Adrian scowled at them from the backseat. Jason and Ianto zipped it. "Iden, why did you think she was Gwen's?" Adrian asked after a few moments of silence.

"The freckles, the dark hair, the gap in her teeth, the fact that she looked Welsh…"

"How does a person look Welsh?" Jason laughed.

"It's a secret…" Ianto deadpanned.

"A secret?" Jason said with narrowed eyes.

"Fuck Jace, I don't know! I'm just stressed out right now. My daughter is with complete strangers! What if they take her to a doctor? What happens when the doctor goes to draw blood and her skin heals around the needle? She could already be on her way to Area 51 or worse… to UNIT!"

"Alright, I got it! I love her too, and I'm fucking scared!"

Ianto looked out the window and tried to keep in the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I've found the parents online." Adrian said from the back. "Molly and William Price. Their daughter's name was… well, is Mary Elizabeth Price. Age 5, abducted from her bedroom about five months ago. However the police had her father in custody… they were charging him with murder because they found… " He stopped. "You know, it's not important right now."

"Oh god… Her biological father murdered her." Ianto sobbed, unable to hold it in any longer. "He murdered her and she's back in his house now."

He leaned against the window and let the tears fall. He was so far away from Bethan, and all he wanted was to hold her in his arms.

TW—TW—TW

Bethan was being held in a home on a small suburban street in Danvers, Massachusetts just a few blocks away from Adrian's old house. Ianto sat in the passenger seat of their rental car and straightened his tie. He and Adrian were dressed sharply about to play the part a high-class lawyer and his intern wanting to take on the city of Danvers for wrongly accusing Mr. Price of murder.

As they turned down the street Ianto felt his heart sink into his stomach. There were several fire trucks lining the street, and the home, the one that Bethan was in, was engulfed in flames.

Ianto was out of the car and running down the street before Adrian had even parked properly. He dodged three firefighters before he was taken down. All he could hear was the sirens, and all he could think was that he had just lost someone else.

Then he saw her walking out of the house. A stuffed bear clutched in her hands. Both she and the bear had soot on them. "I'm a doctor," Ianto lied, and the two men holding him let go. He ran to his daughter pushing yet another fireman out of his way. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

"I killed the fucker," she sobbed. "I remember now… what happened in my first life."

The rest of the day was a blur. Raina Connors, the Seeker of the Salem Rift, was a social worker and was able to get Bethan out of police custody. The debacle was all over the local news but thankfully (or sadly) a big storm had devastated Cuba, and that's all the National news was focused on. Ianto wanted Bethan out of America, and it took him less than a week to arrange and accomplish that goal.

"My name is Mary." Bethan said as she and Ianto drove toward the airport. He'd be escorting her to the gate, and Jason would meet her at the airport in Cardiff, and she'd be home safe.

"Yeah."

"I kept changing my name to see if I'd figure it out. You know, I thought that if I, maybe, picked the right one it would jog my memory and then I would know… I wish I didn't know."

Ianto held in his tears until he saw Bethan's plane take off, then wept unashamedly. He was so relieved that she was safe, but the new memories she would now have to live with made his heart ache for her.

His next order of business was to get Joy out of jail, which proved to be a harder task. Joy was in Florida. where remnants of the Cuban storm were cutting power lines and reception. Finally, he did manage to get her freed. He sent her to the UK as well.

TW—TW—TW

"These are the real ones. The ones working beside you are the fakes." Ianto told his younger self. The young Welshman was standing beside the bodies of Tosh and Owen in Jason's basement.

Little Ianto turned toward Ianto anger clear in his eyes. "What have you done?" Little Ianto demanded, "Do you think you're God? That you can just control who lives and dies?"

"They deserve a chance at normal."

Little Ianto let out a ragged sigh. "I can't believe this." He walked over to Tosh's body and held her hand. "How is she going to go?"

"It doesn't matter how, when she does she'll wake up safely here."

"And Owen? He's already dead, how will it work for him?"

"When he finally goes he will wake up here as well. I had to do this, Ianto. I have to save them, and this is the only way."

Ianto felt Jason and Adrian behind him, and the three of them lined up calmly against the wall. Ianto was trying to prepare for the punch he knew was coming. Surely it wouldn't be that bad, and he kind of felt like he needed it. The hard part would be not to flinch.

"And why couldn't I be told!" Little Ianto yelled. "Why did I have to find out like this!" he gestured to his friends.

"It was a test of your resourcefulness." Ianto answered calmly, taking a step away from the wall so that Little Ianto could hit him easily. "And your trust."

Little Ianto punched Ianto in the face. "How's that for resourcefulness!" He shouted before looking up at Jason and running from the room with Jason hot on his heels.

"Is this how you get relocated?" Adrian asked, seeming to be only half joking.

"No." Ianto replied, trying to ignore the sound of his younger self's screams as he rubbed his chin. "Shit, Ow. I didn't realize how hard I could hit."

Jason was back in the room within two minutes. "What the fuck is his fucking problem?" Jason snarled. "It's like everything I've ever taught him goes in one ear and out the other! Fucking wanker."

"Jason!" Adrian snapped.

Jason looked at his lover. "What?"

"Do you really think you should be yelling about this here? Iden and Ianto are the same person!"

Ianto's guardian glared at him. "You're a fucking wanker for hitting the minister!"

Ianto rolled his eyes and left the room. "Go to hell, Jason!" he called as he left.

Jack

Ianto was at Jason's again, and had been there for over an hour. Jack knew he was being a bit obsessive about Ianto's whereabouts, but he couldn't help it. Finally he gave up and decided to call him.

"Ianto Jones," Ianto answered on the other end of the call. Jack thought he sounded a bit off.

"Are you okay, Ianto? You never came back from lunch. It's considered good form to let your boss know when you leave." Jack said trying to keep his voice light and trying not to blurt 'Why the fuck are you at Jason's!'

"I needed a personal day, sir. I should have called." Ianto replied.

A personal day? What the fuck did that mean? Any personal days Ianto took should be spent with Jack!

"That's okay," Jack lied, because while it wasn't okay he knew it should have been. "It's your first offense, I'll go easy on you," Jack continued, hoping his voice sounded like he was teasing.

"Thank you, sir." Ianto answered despondently.

"Oh, I got a package from Martha Jones." Jack chimed, trying to change the subject to something light hearted.

"Is it a red cap?"

"Yep."

"I sense my punishment will be to wear it?"

"Wouldn't call that a punishment. No, for making me worry today you'll be dancing with me at Gwen's wedding."

"I don't dance."

"Lies."

Jack heard a loud clanking sound on the other end of the line.

"I have to go, sir. I'll see you later?" Ianto said in a rushed voice.

"Of course." Jack replied before the call was ended abruptly. "Please tell me what's going on with you Ianto," Jack said to the dead line.