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Ianto sat on the bed and thought for a while, then slid to the edge and started hunting for his diary.
It wasn't there.
Strange.
He always kept it in the sock drawer but it wasn't there. Surely he hadn't stopped keeping one. Mam always said it was a good second memory.
Jack was in the shower and Ianto walked quietly into the room, looking for … he didn't know what but somehow this room felt familiar.
On a whim, he pulled open a drawer and found feminine panties, lots of lace and frills.
He went to shut it and saw a piece of leather.
A Diary.
He pulled it out and opened it, seeing his handwriting and he hurried back to his room with his heart pounding.
Why did Jack have his Dairy.
What were all those knickers?
Trophies?
Ianto settled back in his bed and opened it, the first page talked of a normal day and as he read it he seemed to remember.
He had documented the stench of an alien on Owen's autopsy table and he felt a metallic sting in the back of his throat as he read… a remembered response.
This was real.
He considered and flicked forward, finding several empty pages, then it resumed.
As he started to read he felt his blood chill, the account if his new body and the changes from his accident all laid out.
"No" he whispered with confusion.
He read some more and then a photo slid out and landed in his lap.
He picked it up and looked at the same pretty blonde on Jack's arm, a gorgeous gown and jewels as she looked up at him, her face openly full of pleasure.
Jack's gaze was intense as his hand covered hers in a possessive way.
A couple.
A handsome couple.
He flicked the photo over.
'Yan and Jack at the do.'
Ianto knew Tosh's handwriting and also knew now why Jack called him Yan.
If this was a set up, it was a good one.
He had to give them that.
It was just so …
Real.
Ianto set the diary to one side and settled into the bed, sure he wouldn't sleep at all.
He was asleep in minutes.
Jack came out of the shower and heard a soft cry as he stopped drying his hair.
Dropping the towel on the bed, he ran for Ianto, slamming into the room as Ianto thrashed in the bedding.
"Lisa!"
Jack's heart sank as he struggled to hold the young man in his arms.
"Lisa NO!"
Jack kissed his brow and crooned as he tried to wake him.
"No!"
"Not Jack!"
"Not my Cariad"
Ianto's eyes flew open and he clutched at Jack as a scream choked him, Jack hugging him and crooning as he desperately south to comfort him.
"Jack" Ianto sobbed. "She was killing you, oh my love, she was killing you!"
Jack did the only thing he could think of.
Crushing his mouth over his beloved's, he kissed him.
