There's only a few more chapters left to conclude this story – I have felt so privileged to have been able to write it and share the experience with all my amazing readers. I love you all – please keep reviewing, maybe I can start a sequel? It depends on the demand for it, so if you guys want one, let me know! Also, in my book, this is still strictly Janto. But if any of you are wanting a tiny bit of Owento before the inevitable happens in the last episode, then let me know! Or if you feel strongly that Ianto should remain strongly faithful to Jack, let me know too! Thank you! :) xxxx

It started off almost too innocently. Ianto should have guessed then. Nothing was ever as vague as "four life forms, definitely not human." He wondered now how he could have been so stupid, how he could have missed this.

Gwen was late, no surprise there, so they took the SUV as just the four of them. The old team Torchwood, minus Suzie. Though the conversation flowed in the car as seamlessly as it had when she'd been there to input.

As they pulled up to the old warehouse, the SUV shrieked to a halt, prompted by Jack's signature, scarily erratic driving. Striding towards the grey building, Ianto pulled out his mobile again, dialling Gwen's number for the third time this morning. "Gwen," he started, strictly business, pretending he didn't notice the way Jack went deliberately out of his way to walk next to him, "we've texted you the location, we've querying four or five signs of life," a sideways glance from Tosh prompted him to add; "definitely non-human. Get here as soon as you can." He cut the call, sending a smile at Jack, which was returned.

"So, sure they're not Weevils?" Owen asked, shooting the question at Jack, but that wasn't who answered.

"Don't think so," Tosh said, consulting her blue box of knowing things errantly, "different energy patterns, can't make sense of it." Well, that was a first, Ianto thought, surprised. "Not a species we've encountered before."

Ianto threw a confused look at Jack, who was trying to look nonchalant, like he had it all under control.

"Well," Owen said, smiling tightly. "Let's hope they're friendly then."

Ianto saw the bomb. And, like all the clichéd, over-stunted, low-budgeted films he'd ever seen, time stopped. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out. He thought of everything.

Everything he'd had, everything he'd wanted.

Lisa – of course. Seeing his whole life unfold in front of him; wife, kids, a family. He'd seen everything he'd ever wanted, with a women who was too good for him. Who could ask for more?

But of course, he had asked for more. The minute he walked into Jack's life. He'd studied him for months, thinking he could dodge his "flirty tendencies and irresistible charms" that had been scrawled onto every report filed under his name.

But he hadn't. He hadn't known that spray-on jeans would have such a strong effect on Mr Harkness. Undoubtedly, he wouldn't have changed anything that had happened for the world.

Unfortunately, it looked like he might have to.

Ianto grabbed at the rubble, trying to pull himself out from under the crushing weight he was trapped beneath, knowing it was pointless and futile but he couldn't stop.

He started screaming as the memories poured back, lemon juice to his gaping wound of a mind.

Once released from his rubble-bath, Jack leapt down the piles of brick, being dead only minutes previously completely forgotten. He had to find Ianto, he just had to. He'd never forgive himself if he was dead.

"Jones, Ianto Jones..."

"...love the coat."

"Girlfriend, Lisa Hallett."

"And you're the right hands, are you?"

"Finished! Done! Forever!"

"I'm game if you are."

"...Like the suit, by the way."

"Ianto! Ianto!" Jack was yelling, tugging him from out underneath his cage of rubble. He couldn't breathe. He had to get out. "Ready? One, two, three...Come on." Gwen was there, helping too. He couldn't be grateful.

Oxygen was dragged into his lungs, and though he craved it, he couldn't relax as his breathing resumed. Jack's arm wound round him as soon as the Welshman was standing, making Ianto realise the problem as the older man's arm brushed against his.

"You okay?" Jack was asking him, though he barely noticed. The fire in his arm was raging, and it made it hard to see straight.

"My shoulder," Ianto fought his rattling teeth to get the words out. "I think it's dislocated."

"Can you take this?" Jack asked, concerned about the amount of pain he was about to put Ianto through.

However, the Welshman just rolled his eyes, sighing lightly at Jack's, in his opinion, pointless anxiety. "Yes." Of course, he wanted to add, hating to be patronized. But, somehow, he was touched at Jack's concern.

"Take a deep breath," Jack advised. Ianto obliged, but couldn't hold back the single, horrific scream as the bones crunched back together. Jack winced at this, hating to harm him but knowing it would do him good.

A few puffs of air later, and it was back to work. "Where are the others?" Ianto asked, registering for the first time that Owen and Tosh were nowhere to be seen. Owen.

"We need your help to get Tosh out." Jack said, though he knew that Tosh, despite being one of Ianto's good friends, was not his priority at this point.

"Owen?" Ianto asked, unable not to.

"No sign yet," Gwen answered when Jack couldn't.

Ianto sucked in a breath between his teeth, trying to hold himself back from charging off and searching for Owen himself. If anything happened to him... "If anything happens, he can't repair himself." Ianto reminded them, stopping the concern from seeping into his voice.

"Of course, he can't heal, can he?" Gwen recalled, inwardly cursing. How could she have forgotten about that?

"OK, we'll help Rhys with Toshiko. Let us know when you find Owen." It took Gwen a moment to realise that Jack was talking to her, and bristled slightly at being left out, but realised how little help she would be with lifting half a building off of Tosh. "And be careful, OK?" He added, silently urging Gwen to leave.

She obliged, bowing out gracefully.

Jack pressed a hand over Ianto's heart, firmly. Checking. "OK? All right?" He was far too concerned to even think about moving yet, but Ianto seemed to have other ideas.

He nodded, determinedly, making to pull away from Jack and venture across the destruction site. "I'm fine." Ianto said, tightly, looking away.

But, of course, that didn't satisfy Jack. "Are you sure?" He asked, capturing Ianto's face with both of his hands, staring deep into his eyes for the answers he knew the Welshman's voice wouldn't.

"It's just...shock. Who could have done this, Jack?" Ianto asked, sounding heartbreakingly lost. Jack pressed a kiss to his lover's lips, smiling.

"I don't know, Yan. But I swear to you, when I find out I will tear them apart. Limb for limb. No expense spared."

Owen opened his eyes, but everything remained black. Eventually, colours started to fog into view, vague at first but suddenly the clarity of the scene around him was devastating.

He made to move, remembering the rubble scattered across him. Pulling his right arm out from under the bricks, he made a slight scream when the window hanging above him nearly fell.

He stayed very, very still, praying it wouldn't fall again. Owen thought, errantly, that it was a good thing he was a corpse, otherwise he'd definitely need a spare change of trousers. He hoped that Ianto would find him soon. He would, wouldn't he? He'd come for him. Soon.

Ianto, Jack, Tosh and Rhys broke out of the warehouse, emerging into the damp weather, looking decidedly grim and worse for wear. Gwen and Owen emerged from the far end, Ianto and Owen's eyes locking for the smallest of seconds in silent relief.

"You OK?" Jack asked, glancing at Owen worriedly.

Who of course, didn't think of himself, instead looking at Tosh. "You all right? Tosh, what happened?"

"Broken arm, bruised ribs, about an inch away from being crushed by a girder." Tosh reeled off the list, sounding far too nonchalant and calm about what she'd just been through. Though, Ianto supposed, she didn't have a choice in the matter. Keep calm and carry on.

"You were lucky," Owen said, not entirely to Tosh. His eyes stole across to Ianto, who felt his face go warm under the touch.

"We all were." Ianto replied, trying to keep his voice from wavering.

"Jack, who's done this?" Gwen asked, looking at Rhys worriedly, clearing uncomfortable at him witnessing all this.

"And where's the SUV?" Ianto noticed, starting when Jack's wrist strap bleeped. Of course, Ianto thought. He should have seen this coming. Who else could have done something this horrific and inhumane? "Oh, no." Ianto said, sternly, when the hologram flashed in front of them, blue and wavering.

"Jack, what does he want?" Gwen asked, as if Jack could tell just by looking at him. Ianto thought that maybe this wasn't the most appropriate time to be pissed off by Gwen Cooper – Williams – but he just couldn't help it.

John started talking, and if Ianto thought he had been pissed before, he was infuriated now. "Oh, déjà vu! Or did I say that already?" The smug bastard... "Hey, team. Of course, there might be a few less of you by now." How can he sound so happy about it? "Don't know if you liked my little gift. Course, you can't die. And with all that life, all that time, you can't spare any for me. Oh! Say hi to the family!"

And suddenly, a man flashed next to John that Ianto had never seen before, but who he felt like he should have.

"No...it can't be..." Jack was whispering, clearly in such a deep state of shock that it was difficult for him to stay upright. Ianto would have run to him, if he'd have thought that would have helped.

"It's been a while since you've seen your brother, eh, Jack?"

"Gray?"

Brother? Gray? Oh shit...

"Okay, here's what's going to happen. Everything you love, everything you treasure, will die." Although it was impossible, Ianto was sure John was staring right at him. "I'm going to tear your world apart, Captain Jack Harkness, piece by piece. Starting now. Maybe now you'll wanna spend some time with me."

The holograms blinked out, and so did the confused expression on Jack's face. It was replaced by just one – pure rage.

They'd been lucky, Jack tried to remind himself, fighting to regain control of his body. They'd been lucky. So had John. If he'd killed anyone – if he'd hurt Ianto – Jack would have ripped him apart limb for limb.

But now, he had more pressing issues. Like saving the world, for example. Saving his brother. Saving the people he loved.

No expenses spared, just like he'd promised.