Ianto cut the pizza and handed Jack a plate, producing a salad he'd prepared earlier.

'I wasn't joking Ianto, you really should marry me.' He grinned as Ianto rolled his eyes and gave him that look. The one that said 'we are not amused'. 'I'll take that as a not yet then.'

'You never give up do you.'

'Told you.' Jack spoke over a mouthful of pizza. 'I didn't cross the universe to find you to take no for an answer.'

'Yeah, still really creepy when you say things like that.' He handed Jack a napkin, wondering if it wouldn't be easier to just get the man a bib. And yet he did love this man, even if sometimes the edge of a seed of doubt reminded him that there had been another Ianto Jones in that other reality. Most of the time he could ignore the little voice but some days it was able to drown out the other noises in his head. He felt like he had stolen someone else's possibilities by being with Jack.

They ate in silence and cleared up before Jack pulled him into his arms and planted a kiss on him. Lips locked as Jack backed him against the wall, hands moving over his body and working buttons undone. He shivered at Jack's touch, he'd never responded like this to anyone else and he didn't want to. He was undone just like his buttons as Jack touched his skin and imprinted himself on his soul. It was Jack's name on his lips as he cried out when they made love.

It was Jack he thought of when he curled up in his arms and went to sleep at night. And his first thought each morning was to marvel at the relationship growing between them. His second was to hope he hadn't woken Jack up but the man didn't seem to need much sleep as they would often make love before he'd have to take a quick shower and head to the Hub. He lived even closer to his coffee shop and Cassie usually beat him to work. He was glad he'd finally given her a key and the alarm code.

Jack had Ianto undressed in double quick time as he kissed and nibbled his way round the body he loved. If he had his way they would never leave the flat except for food, and he was pretty sure they could convince someone to deliver if he offered them enough money. He had money, Undine had managed to transfer the equivalent of his wealth to this universe.

He'd amassed a fortune that would keep him comfortable for Ianto's lifetime at least. Although, he'd live in a box under a bridge if Ianto was with him, he did like the comforts money provided. And Captain Jack Harkness Collectables certainly managed to pay it's way.

Ianto reached for Jack, braces shoved off the man's shoulders as he fumbled at Jack's fly to free him from his pants. Pushing them and the boxers off his hips. 'I want you inside me Jack.'

'You ready to road test the table?'

'We eat of that table.'

'So, we can wipe it down afterwards.' He walked Ianto back and laid him out on the table, pulling a draw open and retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom as he began to prep Ianto. Letting the soft moans and whimpers of pleasure be his guide as he teased Ianto into readiness before rolling the condom over his cock and possessing his lover in the only way he knew how. With love for the gentle man laid out before him like a feast at Christmas. 'I love you Ianto.'

'I love you too.'

Jack shook his head at Ianto's suggestion. 'It's raining and you want to go for a walk?'

'Why not, it's perfectly good Welsh weather.' He grinned at the look on Jack's face. 'Yes Jack, I do.' He yawned and stretched languidly.

'You sure I can't convince you to stay in bed with me?' Jack grinned, he found he just didn't want to share Ianto with the world.

'We've been in bed all day Jack, I want some fresh air.' He blushed at the memories of how they had spent the rest of their weekend, only venturing out for meals. After bleaching the kitchen table and moving from the kitchen and into the living room before finally making it to the bedroom. He found Jack, inventive, when it came to making love.

Jack kissed Ianto on the cheek. 'If I can't persuade you to stay here...' He loved that this Ianto still blushed, even with the look he gave him before climbing out of bed.

'Walk Jack, then you can have your way with me.' He got the desired response as the man shot out of bed and began getting dressed.

'I'll hold you to that Ianto Jones.'

He grinned. 'I hope so.' Coming to terms with his growing feelings for Jack and agreeing to move in with him, he was enjoying his, education, at Jack's hands. He didn't even mind the marriage proposals as he watched him pull the front door closed behind them. His front door, now too.

Jack pocketed his keys, if Ianto wanted a walk in the rain who was he to say no. It was getting dark, the weekend was drawing to a close as they wondered through the streets of Cardiff. Silence was companionable as they occasionally brushed against each other. Jack found himself in awe of Ianto and how he had accepted their relationship. And his need to tell him he loved him as he pulled the younger man into his arms.

He found he needed to touch him and it was a need that took over until he had no choice but to pull Ianto into his arms. He was about to kiss him when his reflexes saved them both. Movement from the corner of his eye confirmed something he'd been wondering about. He saw Andy and Owen running, guns drawn as a weevil ran towards himself and Ianto. They moved as if in slow motion and time stopped for Jack.

He reviewed his memories afterwards to try and pin point what happened but it was never any clearer in hindsight. Here he'd stopped carrying his webbly and now he wished he hadn't locked it in his safe. The weevil grabbed Ianto and sank it's teeth into his neck as claws shredded at the man's chest. Jack had heard screaming, his. And gun shots as he threw the weevil off Ianto and held his hand to the wounds. He later recognised that Owen had been trying to help and Andy had pulled him out of the way so Owen could apply pressure bandages. First to Ianto's neck and then his chest.

'You have to save him Owen Harper!' He knew he was screaming as he felt cold. 'I can't watch him die again!' Knowing he sounded hysterical he didn't care, he wouldn't survive if he lost Ianto.

'If I can stop the blood loss.' Owen sighed, ignoring Jack's outrageous comment. 'He still might not make it.'

Andy had to hold him back as he screamed. 'He has to make it! If he needs blood he can have mine.'

'All of it?' He snapped facetiously at the hysterical man. Regretting his words as he saw tears streaming unabashed down Jack's face.

'If you have to.' Jack hissed. 'I'll survive, he wont.'

Owen saw something in Jack's eyes that convinced him to at least try as he nodded at Andy. 'Okay, you'll come with us then.'

The SUV pulled up and someone Jack didn't recognise was driving, Owen barked orders and Jack helped him get Ianto into the SUV. Andy was left to clear up after the weevil as the driver floored it back to the Torchwood Hub. Jack was thankful that in this reality it was still located under the Plass and therefore only a short drive away. Tosh greeted them with a hospital trolley as she looked from Owen to Jack, frowning.

Jack looked at her, it was not time to find this surreal, Ianto's life was in the balance. 'We were attacked by the weevil Owen and Andy were chasing.' His voice raw with shock and fear filled him with dread.

'How?'

'Can I explain when Owen doesn't hold Ianto's life in his hands?' Looking anxiously after the man he loved as Owen raced him to the autopsy suite. It was ominous imagery and he felt a cold dread pooling in his gut, he couldn't loose Ianto, not now and never like this.

Tosh nodded and didn't even question how the man she knew as a junk shop proprietor moved though the Hub, her Hub, like he had been here before. Although it confirmed a number of suspicions she'd been harbouring. Leaving her wondering just which of her many theories about Captain Jack Harkness was right.

Owen wasn't sure how but Ianto was still alive. 'He needs blood.' He clamped the vein and quickly sutured the wound.

Jack just shrugged his coat off and rolled up his sleeve. 'I'm a universal donor, use mine and take as much as you need.'

'How do I know it will even work?'

'Because it has to!'

'Steady on mate, don't burst a blood vessel.'

'You have to save him.'

'I can't kill you to save him, he should be in a hospital as it is, what if you aren't a match, it could kill him.' He still didn't know why he'd brought Ianto here and not taken him to the emergency room in the first place. It wasn't like they hadn't explained away weevil wounds before. They'd been doing that a lot of late. But Jack had recognised the creature as a weevil, that in of itself raised alarm bells and he knew Tosh wasn't going to be happy.

'There is no one else I can trust to save him and if I die.' Jack touched Ianto's cheek. 'I can come back, he can't.' He knew he was taking a risk putting himself into the hands of Torchwood, they might just lock him up for what he was saying. For what he was. But he had to trust the Owen and Tosh he'd known wouldn't do that and that they would want to save Ianto too. Even if these two weren't really them. This parallel universe thing was really doing his head in right now and Undine was conspicuous in her absence. He could see Owen wasn't convinced.

'You wont kill me, not permanently, I'm not exactly from around here, not quite, I'm immortal. I used to be Torchwood in another reality, I recruited Toshiko from a prison cell and you, after an alien killed Katie. I'm assuming since I haven't seen her Suzie has already shot herself. If you haven't worked out the glove she may still be dead or whatever. Officer Andy Davidson seems to have made a good addition to the team. And no doubt you've already looked into me and found I don't actually exist.'

He was rambling but he didn't care, only Ianto mattered, and convincing Owen to save him. He'd deal with the consequences later. 'I'm holding on by a thread here.' His hand trembling as he reached for Ianto's.

'That's impossible.' Tosh looked at Jack. 'You can't know any of that.'

'Life comes out of possibilities Tosh.' He looked at Owen, his voice raising. 'You have to save him! I can't lose him.' His voice broke. 'Not again.'

Owen frowned, he was almost surprised not to have a gun to his head. 'Alright, you better be right about this.' He muttered to himself. 'This is just mental.'

'You don't understand, I have to be right, just, don't stick me in the morgue if I do appear to die, it wont be for long anyway. And I'd rather not find myself in the cells next to Janet either.'

Owen swabbed Jack's arm before inserting a needle into the vein and doing the same to Ianto. It wasn't his preferred method of providing someone with a blood transfusion but there wasn't time for anything else. There was an edge to Jack's voice that left him concerned for the consequences if anything happened to Ianto. 'This better work.' Knowing he was repeating himself just as he knew his training as a doctor wouldn't allow him not to at least try to save this man.

Jack looked at Owen before taking Ianto's hand. 'It has to.' He watched his life flow into Ianto and hope replaced the lethargy filling the spaces where his blood had been before he passed out in the chair Owen had found for him. He didn't know if he did die, he was sure Owen hadn't let that happen, but Ianto? Was he still alive?

Owen watched as Jack opened his eyes. 'I don't know how he's still alive, he'll need another transfusion and he'll have scars. But you, Captain Jack Harkness. What the hell are you and tell me why I shouldn't be locking you in the cells.'

Jack's tone chilling him to the bone.

'What I know about Torchwood will be the least of your concerns if he dies.' He looked at Ianto and brushed at the hair on his forehead. 'What you really want to know, is how I know about Katie and the parasitic alien that incubated in her brain. Until it killed her when they operated to remove the tumour they found on the MRI you insisted they do.'

Jack looked at Tosh and Owen. 'I'm from a reality where Ianto and I both worked for Torchwood Three, with the two of you and Suzie Costello for a while. Until she lost the plot and used an alien knife to kill people so she could use the matching alien glove to bring them back. She got up to two minutes at one point. Ianto called it the risen mitten, Tosh wanted to call it the resurrection gauntlet.' He could see from the looks they were exchanging that he had their attention.

'In my reality this all happened about, ten or twelve years ago, somehow I fell or was pulled into this reality though the rift, with the help of possibility. I don't quite get it myself but it happened. Because.' Jack stopped talking and tried to force back the tears threatening to overwhelm him. 'Because in my reality Ianto died and I lost him.' He brushed his fingertips gently along Ianto's cheek. 'I lost everything, my grandson, my daughter, my friends and my Ianto.'

'Wait a minute.' Owen cut in. 'You can't be old enough to have a grandson.'

Jack laughed. 'I'm older than I look. You must have scanned us, or perhaps you didn't believe the results?'

Owen shook his head as Tosh shoved him. 'I told you my computer wasn't broken.'

'Alright, alright, I'm sorry I doubted you. I'll cook dinner tonight, alright.'

Jack grinned. 'Look at you two, together.'

Tosh nodded, twisting her engagement ring. 'We aren't in your reality?' She watched his smile fade. 'Oh, so things are a bit different then.'

'It's a divergent reality, I have it on good authority that since there is only one of me, or until my time line actually starts at any rate, I have only one reality. Which is good for you because my brother caused a lot of trouble.' He shook his head at the memory of burying the woman standing before him. Sometimes he wasn't convinced this was real. Although, he didn't think he was in a coma since he'd hardly have dreamed up a weevil attack.

'This reality diverged from mine because he never went to university and never got a job in London, at Torchwood One, before joining Three, here.' Jack pointed at Ianto. 'And in my reality, he died.'

Tosh frowned. 'Does he know this?'

Jack nodded. 'It caused a few, issues, for us. But we're working it out. I'm just not sure how he's going to take this though.' Indicating Torchwood and the Hub. 'It's bad enough I'm from another reality and I can't die, well, I don't stay dead.'

'How is that even possible?'

'It involves a time vortex, a TARDIS and a time travelling Doctor.'

'That's impossible.'

'You work for a secret agency set up by Queen Victoria, based in an underground base scavenging alien technology, while dealing with Cardiff's weevil population and I'm impossible.'

'Okay, so what were you saying about Suzie?'

'Don't bring her back, if you find a connection to her and some dead bodies, call me first.'

'How can we trust you? I can't let you leave here with what you know.'

Jack rolled his eyes as he looked at Tosh. 'I'd say try and stop me, but I've stopped wearing my wrist strap and I don't know if the computers would recognise me, since this isn't my Torchwood.'

'So it's hardly a boast you should be making then, is it.'

Jack was about to reply when Andy rushed into the room. 'Oh my god is Ianto alright? Cassie would kill me if anything happened to him.'

Jack grinned. 'You and Cassie.' He looked back at Ianto. 'He will be fine, wont he Owen.' He knew his voice was cold as numbness filled him every time he thought about the possibility Ianto might die.

Owen checked his computer readings and Ianto's vitals before he nodded. 'I don't know how but he is.' He checked Ianto's wounds and made notes on a chart before turning back to Tosh, his voice low. 'What are we going to do about this?'

She shrugged. 'When he comes around we will talk to them and give them the amnesia drug.'

Jack laughed. 'We called it retcon in my Torchwood, it never really worked on me. It's my slightly different genetic make up, being that I'm not from this world or century.'

'Oh this just gets weirder and weirder.' Owen muttered before checking Ianto's pulse and making sure he was resting as comfortably as anyone could on an autopsy table.

Andy shook his head. 'What are you blathering on about Jack?'

He took a breath before explaining to Andy he was from an alternate reality, all the while wondering what they were going to do with him. Knowing he had placed himself squarely in their hands.