I love Janto: yep. I don't think we were ever shown how Rose felt about Jack being gone. She must have assumed he died.
Wednesday: This is an open prompt day. We want to see what you guys come up with!
Ianto was lying in bed, tucked up under the covers. Jack bent down and curled his fingers through Ianto's hair. "I've been thinking of the other Ianto. When we shared memories, things blurred together sometimes. It's fading now but it was over simulating."
"Our brains aren't built to recall two separate life times. Maybe a Time Lord could done it with ease." Jack smiled softly. "You did brilliantly."
"He saved his Lisa, while there was something left of her to save. Hide her in his Jack's basement but she couldn't hold onto her old self. Torchwood had to kill her. She got a less cruel fate here, dying as herself."
"I think she'd be proud of you." As much as he disapproved of the other Ianto's actions, he wasn't sure that he wouldn't have done the same. Tearing the world apart for Ianto would be too easy.
Ianto tugged on Jack's arm. "Get in. I'm cold."