A/N: alright guys, this chapter might get a little confusing and it strays way off cannon, (not like the rest of the story hasn't) But it kinda matches the family reunion chapters. This is how I think Ianto's family decided to help Owen after he died. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Torchwood.

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Jack could already tell it's going to be a long night. Martha had agreed to infiltrate the pharm, and now Tosh and Owen were on monitoring duty as they watched Martha.

Jack remembered listening to the two of them as he sat in his office, watching them on the CCTV feed.

"So uh, whatever happened to that pool tournament you were trying to organize last year?" Owen asked, obviously trying to start a conversation.

"That…. It was never a tournament." Tosh said slowly.

"Oh? Then what was it?"

"I was….. It was supposed to be a date." Tosh mumbled embarrassed.

"Sorry?"

"I was asking you out on a date then Owen." she sighed.

Owen starred for a moment. Then he sat down beside her for a moment. "You don't deserve me Tosh." he sighed.

"What? I'm not good enough for you?" Tosh asked irritably.

"No! No! I meant you don't deserve to be stuck with a guy like me." he said quickly. Then he let out another sigh before running a hand through his hair. "If I was the way I used to be, that's one thing. But let's face it Tosh. I'm a total wanker. I'm self centered, and I'm an alcoholic." he paused. "Damn, I can't believe I just admitted that to myself."

Tosh just stayed quiet.

"You didn't do anything wrong to deserve a right arse like me. You do deserve someone that'll really love you though. Personally I like James. I was pretty jealous of him at first because I realized he was everything I could no longer be. He's a very considerate guy Tosh, and I think he's great because he's the type of guy that would make his girl the center of his world. I'm not like that anymore Tosh. I think that was part of my problem when Diane left."

"Why's that?" Tosh asked softly.

"Because I realized just how bad I had become. I think that was why she left. I was too self centered. I became a jerk that just needs to stick to the pubs when I go out on the pull. You deserve far better then me Tosh. Stick with James. He'll take care of you better then I ever could."

"Thanks Owen." Tosh said with a tiny smile.

"Just no telling the other's about this conversation." he said quickly.

"What conversation?" Tosh asked with a grin.

Owen smiled. "That's my girl." he said hopping up. "So…. You know, I could just imagine what your kids would look like if you and James ever got married.

Tosh just laughed, shaking her head. "We'd have a family of little computer geniuses!"

"Oh good God. That's just what we needed." Owen sighed rolling his eyes.

But in his office, Jack had been smiling, proud of Owen for admitting things to not only himself, but to Tosh.

In the end though Jack should've realized that the day wasn't going to continue as smoothly.

Martha had gotten herself caught, they found out that the Pharm had been holding several aliens hostage and experimenting with them, and Owen had been killed.

Jack had realized that he couldn't give up on Owen just yet, so he went hunting for the second glove to try and bring Owen back long enough to say goodbye. That didn't go as planned though when he brought Owen back as a permanent zombie that wouldn't decompose and that just lead to more and more problems as Owen couldn't accept his new condition. It had also sparked an argument between Jack and Ianto who had gotten after him about using the glove saying that he apparently hadn't learned his lesson the first time, and Jack knew he was right.

Jack was at a loss for what to do about poor Owen, luckily Ianto appeared to have a solution.

The second giant of his family was called in to help Owen cope with being a dead doctor.

"How can someone know what it's like to be a dead doctor?" Martha asked as she sat with Ianto and Jack in the office.

"Just trust me. My Grandpa Ashtor knows plenty on the subject." Ianto said with a tiny smile.

"If you say so." she sighed.

At that moment Stella called down telling them that their guest had arrived in the tourist office and that she was sending him down to the hub.

Jack stood up and followed Ianto and Martha out into the main area where Tosh and Gwen were working.

After a moment the alarm sounded and the cog door rolled back to reveal the giant in brown slacks and green shirt, leaning on a cane as he ducked through the door.

Ianto had run forward and hugged the man.

"Careful kiddo! You'll knock me over, I'm having a bit of a rough day." he laughed hugging Ianto.

"Sorry Grandpa." he muttered, blushing as he let go.

"Hello Mr. Ashtor." Jack said walking up and shaking hands with the giant.

"Hello Jack, it's good to see you again." said Leon with a smile. Then he got a surprise when tiny little Tosh hugged him as well. "And hello Toshiko! Did you get taller?"

Tosh blushed a little. "High heels." she admitted with a smile making him chuckle.

"So I hear you need me to help a doctor cope with being dead?" he asked.

"I beg your pardon, but who are you?" Gwen asked bewildered.

"Grandpa Ashtor." Jack, Tosh, and Ianto all said in unison.

After Gwen and Martha had been introduced they led Leon down to the autopsy bay where Owen was sitting with his head on the desk, muttering to himself, obviously still disappointed in being unable to help the old man having a heart attack.

"Not doing so well is he?" Leon whispered to Jack.

"That's why we were hoping you could help him." Jack whispered back.

Leon walked down to the autopsy bay and cleared his throat trying to get Owen's attention. But when that didn't work he banged the edge of his cane against the desk.

Owen shot up and glared at the man. "Who the hell are you?" he snapped.

Leon didn't seemed phased though. "Hello Dr. Harper. I'm here to help you."

"You can't help someone who's dead!"

"You can help someone who's dead, you just can't help someone that doesn't want to be helped." he said calmly.

Owen let out a scoff. "And how are you going to help me?"

"Well you're obviously a decent doctor even though you're dead. I'm here to help you be a great doctor again."

"I can't be even a decent doctor if I can't even perform basic CPR! I have no breath! I don't even have feeling so it's not like I could take someone's pulse!"

"Yes well, there is a solution to the later."

"No there's not! You can't help me you wanker! Now get out of my autopsy bay and let me wallow away in my self pity!" he yelled, then he slammed his head on the desk hard enough to make everyone wince. "You're probably not even a doctor!"

But Leon just grabbed his coat collar and lifted him upright. "Now you listen to me young man! I've been a doctor for over sixty years! I served in three wars, and I was dead for twenty five years! You apparently give up too easily! Just because you're dead, that doesn't mean you can't help people! I didn't even have a body, just a slightly solidified soul, but that didn't stop me from taking care of my family members when they were sick! Now get this through your thick skull!" he growled, tapping Owen on the head with the end of his cane as Owen struggled. "Your friends depend on you! Dead or not, they depend on you to keep them healthy and help them when they're hurt! Now I will help you through this whether you want to or not. If you cooperate, then you'll be just fine, if not, then you'll find out why the entire crew of three different hospital ships were terrified of me! You Got that?"

Owen just nodded hastily with an undignified squeak and Leon dropped him back into his chair.

"Good. Now let's try this again." Leon said with a smile. Then he held out his hand "Hello Dr. Harper, I'm Dr. Ashtor, and I'm here to help you."

"He… hello." Owen mumbled, tentatively reaching out and shaking the man's hand.

"There now, that was a much better introduction was it not?"

Owen just nodded again, wide eyed and terrified.

"Your grandpa doesn't play around, does he?" Jack whispered to Ianto, feeling somewhat terrified of the man himself.

Ianto just smiled and shook his head. "He's the original terrifying commander of the family." he told him.

"Now then, as for the solution to the loss of your basic senses, we need to take a bit of a field trip to London today." Leon explained.

"What good is that going to do?" Owen asked slowly.

"My sister in law Abby has just what we're looking for to help you out." he said, hefting Owen right out of his seat.

"Jack?" Owen asked slowly.

"Come on Owen, let's go." Jack said. "Martha, I'm leaving you in charge while we're gone, if you need anything from the archives, ask Stella, otherwise Gwen and Tosh can help you with whatever you need."

Martha nodded in understanding.

"Poor Russ get's left with the girls apparently." Owen muttered as he led the way out of the autopsy bay. Then he gave Owen and accusing look. "This was your idea, wasn't it tea boy?"

"Just trust me on this Owen." said Ianto. "You'll be much happier in the end."

Owen just shook his head, obviously at a loss for words which was quite a rarity for him.

Soon the four men were on a train, deciding that they couldn't pile into Ianto's small car very well since the girls needed the SUV in case of an emergency.

Jack and Ianto sat together on one side of the aisle and Owen constantly shifted uncomfortably in his seat beside Leon on the other side.

"You can quit squirming now Dr. Harper. You're just going to wear down the seat faster." Leon mumbled, turning the page of his book.

Owen glanced over to see Ianto and Jack peacefully napping together. Then he sat back in his seat with a heavy sigh.

"Tell me sir, why did you become a doctor in the first place?" Leon asked, closing his book and looking at Owen.

"To try and save people I guess." he shrugged. "I wanted to help others, kinda hoping that I'd feel better about my own life." He looked up at the giant beside him. "Why did you?"

"I just found I was good at medicine." he shrugged. "I was twenty two when I finished basic med school. I was stationed on Pearl Harbor during the attack."

"If you're that old, why do you look so young?"

"That's a very long story." he said honestly. "How did you die?"

"Gun shot wound to the chest. You?"

"Accidental morphine overdose. Like I said, long story."

Owen just nodded a bit, leaving it at that. But then he noticed a little boy in the seat in front of him, peaking over the head rest at them.

"Can we help you young man?" Leon asked kindly.

The boy finally showed the rest of his face and Owen saw that he was a little guy that couldn't have been more then four or five years old. "Are you guys doctors?" he asked curiously.

"We are." Leon confirmed.

"Well, I was kinda wonderin', do you got a band-aid? I got a cut on my finger, and I don't wanna wake my mummy." he said holding out his finger so they could see the small paper cut that was slowly beginning to bleed.

"I just may have what you're looking for." the giant smiled, reaching into the inside pocket of his coat. Then he pulled out a wrapped adhesive bandage. "This should do the trick." he said unwrapping the bright, neon green bandage, then he took off the little strips and gently wrapped it around the boy's finger. "There you are now. All better."

"Thanks doctor." the boy giggled. Then he ducked back down in his seat.

Owen looked up at Leon in curiosity. "You have neon colored band-aids in your coat pocket?"

Leon chuckled. "I have a grandson that's serving redemption. When you go from being a twenty one year old to a three year old, you tend to loose your balance." he said. "He's covered in these because he falls everywhere."

"You told him that we were both doctors." Owen pointed out, ignoring the fact that he said his twenty one year old grandson was now three.

"Well we are." Leon told him. "Always remember Dr. Harper, once a doctor, always a doctor, dead or not."

"Okay…. I'll keep that in mind. So anyway, why are we going to your sister in law's?"

"It's a bit odd. But she has something that will help you regain at least most of your senses. With touch though, it's not all of it. But you can feel pressure, temperature, you'll just have a bit of trouble with texture, the best one though, is you will be able to eat and drink."

Owen snapped his head up to look at the man. "Seriously? I'll be able to drink again?"

"Now granted, when it comes to alcohol, you can't very well get tipsy anymore, but you'll probably be able to taste it. It's kind of like….. You don't need to eat, but it will give you a sense of normalcy."

"And I won't have to sit on my head to dump it all out of my stomach?" he inquired.

"I take it you tried to drink after you died?"

Owen nodded. "That day turned into quite a disaster."

"Well, why don't you tell me about it?" he asked.

At first Owen debated, but in the end, he let out a heavy sigh and began explaining the whole fiasco his death had caused.

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Jack had to admit it felt somewhat odd to be walking around London with his dead medic and a giant, especially since they were going to meet Ianto's Aunt Abby.

It had been about a ten minute walk from the train station to an old townhouse downtown where Leon unlocked the door and lead them inside.

Jack looked around as Leon hung up his coat on the coat rack. It was a small house and there were two men sitting in the living room watching television.

Then a middle aged woman came out of the kitchen.

"Well it's about time you lot got here! We've been waiting all morning!" she said, joining them in the hallway.

"Jack, Owen, this is my Aunt Abby." Ianto said, introducing them.

"It's nice to meet you Owen." she said, gently hugging the medic. Then she turned to Jack as Leon moved into the living room. "And look at you Captain Harkness. You look like you've only aged a few years. Goodness, last time I saw you, I believe you and Algy were still fooling around weren't you? You boys used to spend so much time at the pub."

Jack starred. He hadn't thought of Algy in so many years. He hadn't even been thirty years old at the time, yet here was this woman, remembering him and Algy together.

"Aunt Abby's been around for longer then she'd lead you to believe." Ianto said with a smile.

"Algy? God…. I was only in my twenties then." Jack muttered, shaking his head. "That was literally forever ago."

"Yeah, you're right, that was forever ago." Owen snorted.

"The height of the London blitz was the last time I saw Jack." said Abby with a smile. "A good sixty five years ago about. Now then, Mr. Harper, I'd like you to come with me. I do believe I have just the thing to help you with your little 'death' problems."

Owen glanced at Ianto who smiled. "Go on Owen, it's alright. She won't bite. Just beware of Trainor. He does bite."

"Oh Ianto, cut that out." Abby said, playfully swatting at him. Then she took Owen's hand and tugged him down the hall and up the stairs.

"Is he going to be alright?" Jack whispered.

"He'll be just fine." Ianto said reassuringly. Then he led Jack into the living room. "Jack, you remember my Uncle Travis? And this is Grant. Grandpa Ashtor's son."

Both men said hello.

"You look younger then I do." Jack said to Travis Ashtor. "But older then Roderick."

Travis laughed. "Last time I saw you Mr. Harkness, was about seventy years ago." he said. "That whole crazy Torchwood group got mixed up with us."

Jack smiled. "I hate to say this, but I'm still a part of that crazy Torchwood group."

"Yeah, but from what I heard, Torchwood three is just crazy, not evil."

"Yes we're crazy, I'll give you that one." Jack agreed.

"I heard you were insane enough to attend dad's wedding."

"Yes, now see, this is why I get confused though. You call Alistair dad, but Alistair calls your little brother Grandpa, and Ianto calls you Uncle when he's Alistair's little brother. Seriously? I mean, I may be an immortal from another planet in the 51st century, but at least if I tried to draw out my family tree, I could."

"That's why we don't do family trees Jack." Ianto reiterated with a smile making everyone laugh.

"And that is why you're right to consider aliens quite normal." Leon added with a smile.

"By the way, I heard Abby talking about Algy, you know, he never forgot about you. He kinda missed you when you disappeared." Travis added. "That was around that time when that strange bomb fell near Albion hospital, remember that? There was that creepy kid with the gas mask and all of the other people that turned into those strange creatures."

Jack could hardly believe that there was someone that could recall some of the events surrounding Jack's meeting of the Doctor in Ianto's family. "That was over a hundred years ago for me Travis." he admitted.

"Right, forgot about that."

"What was that about a strange bomb?" Ianto asked.

"And a creepy kid?" Grant inquired.

"It's a very, very long story that involves a lot of crazy things." Jack sighed.

"Right then." Travis said. "Though while we're on the subject of old friends, you'll never guess who I saw last month Ianto."

"Who?" the Welshman inquired.

"That navigator of yours. You remember Nate Baskins?"

"No way! You saw Baskins? How is he?"

"Sixty years later and he's still a nutcase. I'm amazed they never put him in a loony bin." Travis said honestly.

Ianto laughed. "They tried. He figured out how to escape his straight jackets and he kept complaining that he wanted to fly. That's why he was a part of my flight crew." he said.

Jack was suddenly very lost. "Wait? What's going on now?"

"Didn't Ianto tell you he got stuck back in WWII?" Leon said with a smile.

"Yeah, but he didn't tell me what he did." Jack said slowly.

"I got stuck as a bomber pilot. A sixteen year old bomber pilot." Ianto said with a smile. "They didn't know how old I was, just that I could fly. I got put in the misfit crew. But we somehow managed to survive fifty missions together. All of us. Baskins was our navigator, and he had quite a few screws loose."

This was quite a revelation to Jack, but at least now he wasn't the only one that went through some sort of traumatic war experience.

"I actually saw your old friend Taylor recently too." said Leon. "The one that lost his arm during the Anzio invasion?"

"And how was Taylor?" Ianto asked.

"He's doing fine. Getting up their in age of course. He's got five great grandchildren now."

"Wow, good for Taylor."

"That reminds me Ianto, you're great coat is still in the upstairs hallway closet from the last time you visited. Back when you were still in college. Abby just washed it last night figuring you'd want it back." Travis said with a smile.

Ianto suddenly grinned before he got up and ran down the hallway.

"So Ianto was a bomber pilot? That's a bit odd." Jack said, still fairly surprised.

"And a very good one from what I heard." Travis said. "They say that since he was so young they figured he'd die within the first mission or so, so they put him with what they considered the misfit crew figuring none of them would survive. Instead they became one of the only flight crews to never loose a man in the first twenty five missions, let alone fifty."

"And that also explains why he runs things so well when he needs to." Jack admitted, finally understanding where Ianto really learned his leadership. But it also told him that he went through quite a few more traumatic experiences then he let on, because he knew that most bomber pilots became scarred for life.

"Alistair was always encouraging him to be a leader." Leon said with a smile. He reached over to pick up a picture on the table beside the chair he was sitting in, then he handed it to Jack. "That was when Ianto was fifteen."

Jack smiled at the picture.

It was a young Ianto beside Alistair, obviously in the giant's dress whites shirt which was covered in ribbons. But Jack couldn't help but find the teen adorable. He looked like a very small child trying on his daddy's uniform. The white dress shirt hung down to his knees, and the sleeves looked to be nearly a foot and a half past the boy's fingertips. He was smiling as he tried to lift the white combination cover off of his head enough to see since it was obviously far too big for him. And standing next to him was a laughing Alistair, looking at him with brotherly affection.

"Alistair told him that he'd look good in a set of dress whites and gold wings. Ianto almost joined the Navy, but he was recruited by Torchwood London instead." Travis said.

Just then Ianto walked back into the living room. "What are you guys looking at?"

"You looked adorable wearing your brother's uniform." Jack chuckled, still looking at the photograph. He felt Ianto standing beside him.

"I remember that picture!" he said with a chuckle. "That was about ten years ago."

Jack looked up and was surprised to find Ianto wearing a greatcoat that looked similar to Jack's RAF coat, but it was olive drab with American sergeant insignias on the sleeves. "I always did say that my coat suited you, and would you look at that, you have one that looks almost the same." he said with a grin.

"My friend Taylor gave it to me. It was his coat and it became my favorite." Ianto said honestly. "Of course, even after nine and a half years, it's still too big. It's the same size as your coat."

Jack just chuckled and shook his head, knowing he was going to have fun with Ianto and his old coat when they got home. He had to admit, Ianto looked almost as sexy in the green greatcoat as he did in his suits. He made a mental note to ask Ianto to wear it and nothing but next time they had some late night fun.

After about twenty minutes Abby finally brought Owen back downstairs calling everyone into the kitchen for tea.

"So, how'd it go Owen?" Jack asked with a smile as they all gathered around the table while Travis helped Abby with the tea.

"In all honestly, I feel very funny. Do you know how many different glowing, brightly colored liquids I was forced to drink?" Owen asked making everyone smile. "One of them was glowing hot pink, and another was this weird green, and I swear to God it moved on it's own in the bottle!"

"Of course it moved dear, the green potion will essentially replace your blood and it has to move on it's own since your heart isn't beating." Abby said.

"Well what's creeping me out is that I can actually feel it moving through my veins. I'm officially freaked out now!"

"You can feel it?" Jack asked.

"Yeah! And it's scaring me!"

"The point is you can feel it Owen." Jack pointed out.

"Well what do you know? I can feel." Owen mumbled, as if just now realizing the fact.

"It'll get easier once you get used to everything." Abby said kindly as she set cups of tea in front of everyone including Owen. "At least you'll be able to enjoy most things again."

"True. And look Jack! My fingers are healed!" he said with a grin as he held up his hand and wiggled the previously irreparable digits. I think she told me that the bright orange stuff I had to drink will actually help me repair myself."

"And you're figuring it out quite nicely." Abby told him, patting his shoulder.

"I'm freaked out and excited all at once!"

Jack found himself laughing a bit. Owen was definitely acting very different and it was actually in a good way for once. He looked at Ianto who was smiling as well.

Suddenly a little white dog covered in curly fur trotted into the kitchen. "I wouldn't drink out of that cup if I were you Ianto." he said, making Owen and Jack jump.

Ianto looked down at his tea cup and balked. "Aunt Abby!" he sighed.

"Abby darling, what have we said about keeping the tea cups for your potions separate for the normal tea cups?" Travis sighed.

"Oops! That was supposed to be Owen's tea cup." Abby said, taking the cup from Ianto and handing it to Owen. "It's got the permanent catalyst to keep the potions working in his body."

"I am amazed you actually warned me Trainor." Ianto told the dog. "That's not like you to be so kind."

"Well don't get used to it." the dog scoffed. "I'd just as soon prefer not to see you grow pink fur everywhere like last time Abby got the cups mixed up."

"Why do I get the feeling he's like Aldair?" Jack asked.

"He's like Aldair, Owen and I put together." Ianto said. "He's to the point that cheeky doesn't even begin to describe him."

"It's…. a talking dog." Owen muttered. "I'm sitting here, dead, having tea with a giant, a lady that gave me fifty different magical potions, an immortal, and a talking dog. My God, what a day."

"Welcome to the family Owen." said Ianto with a chuckle as he took a new cup of tea from Abby.

"We're definitely one of a kind." Grant chuckled.

"And considering you're now a zombie medic, you fit in lovely with the bunch." Trainor said snarkily. "Look at that! Amazing isn't it? What a home I'm trapped in."

"No one cares about your opinion Trainor. We all know you're a jackass in a dog's body." Travis said.

"No one cares about your opinion either you drunken looser!" Trainor snapped at him. "Twelve beers in one sitting. You and Roderick set records that day, and none of them were good."

"Back off you fuzzy little bastard." Travis snapped back.

Jack and Owen glanced at each other, obviously lost as Travis and the dog went at each other with harsh words.

"Do they always do this?" Jack asked.

"You get used to them." Leon shrugged, taking a sip of his tea.

"They'll just keep at it until Leon get's tired of it and decides to shut them both up." Abby told them.

"I do believe that the day you and Roderick woke up in the same bed after drinking was the day we realized you were gay." Trainor quipped.

"Fuck off you stupid little dog." Travis snapped, turning red.

"Trainor, if he was completely gay, he and Abby wouldn't of gotten married." Leon pointed out.

"You on the other hand seem to fancy that big butch german shepherd down the street." Travis pointed out.

"Ooh! That was a low blow you depressed arse!" Trainor growled.

"I got out of depression once I died, though maybe that's because I didn't have to put up with you anymore. I'd rather spend time with Cameron and we tried to kill each other."

"Yes, because we all know that it takes a hard headed idiot to understand one." Trainor said.

Jack and Owen just kept watching the two confront each other while everyone else continued to silently drink their tea till about five minutes later when Leon finally got annoyed and barked. "THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH!" causing Trainor to scamper out of the room with a terrified whimper.

"And now we can finish afternoon tea in peace." Ianto said as if it was normal.

"Is that like… an everyday occurrence in this household?" Owen asked slowly.

"They usually go at it every few hours." Grant said.

"And they've been doing it for about seventy years." Leon said.

"Seventy years, how often do you repeat the same insults?" Jack asked curiously.

"Only a few get repeated. Like Trainor just enjoys calling me a drunken ass." Travis said. "Of course that one was pretty true so I never really deny it. And Abby, I really do think that dog is gay."

"He is dear." said Abby. "He was actually human at one point if you do recall."

"Trainor was human?" Jack really couldn't figure things out in this family. "What happened?"

"He was a wizard that was quite full of himself and got into a lot of trouble. His punishment is to be my obnoxious dog for the rest of his unnaturally long life. But yes, he was a homosexual human. He's just adapted his preferences to dogs." Abby explained.

Owen suddenly hit his head on the table making everyone jump slightly. "My brain feels like it's fried trying to understand this family." he said, his voice muffled against the table.

"Which means it's probably time to get you back to Cardiff so you can surround yourself with the normalcy of aliens." Leon said, setting down his cup with a sigh. "We should probably keep you away from the family reunions as well."

"Oh God! There's more?" Owen gasped.

"Yeah, we should keep him away from the family reunions." Travis agreed.

So everyone said goodbye and four of them left heading back to Cardiff, hoping to have a normal night.

Deciding that Owen could probably handle himself for the night, they let him take a taxi home from the train station, Leon caught a taxi to his hotel, and Jack and Ianto caught a taxi to the hub.

Once they figured everything was shut down and in order, all of the girls going home and Stella spending the night as Russell's, Ianto drove them home to their flat.

At home Jack got his wish, stripping Ianto's suit off, leaving the young man in the old olive drab greatcoat, while he wore nothing but his blue RAF coat. In his opinion, that turned into one of Jack's favorite nights along side the naked hide and seek that they would still play in the hub after everyone else had gone home and Stella stayed at Russell's.

"I think next time we play naked hide and seek in the hub, winner get's to wear the loser's greatcoat as he fucks him." Jack said with a smile, as the two caught their breath, Jack lying on top of his lover.

Ianto laughed, his face flushed red from their activities. "I think I second that decision. But for now, I do believe it's my turn Captain." he said, with a sexy smirk, and with that he flipped Jack over so he was on top before capturing the older man's lips in a heated kiss, obviously ready for the second round.

That night became one of Jack's favorite memories, one he knew he'd remember for a very, very long time, and a memory he knew he would love recreating whenever he got the chance.

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A/N: Like I said, this chapter was a bit crazier then I intended, but I do love the obnoxious little dog, and I did feel bad for Owen loosing everything when he died, so I wanted to help him the only way that this crazy family can... magic! Anyway, a crazy chapter with some interesting Janto at the end, (I always did feel like Ianto deserved his own greatcoat). I hope you guys didn't get too lost! I'm sorry if you did. Leave me a review and let me know, and hopefully next chapter might be a little more normal.