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"So you see Mister Jones, Missus Harkness had hired this man to follow you. We found photos and notations in a notebook about your movements and that of your family. Something went wrong that night, I can only assume he wanted more money or something as she had already paid him some, evidenced by the custom band around the stack of bills. We enhanced the footage, as you suggested and the figure shooting him matched height and size… also the clothing found in the residence matches what the perpetrator was wearing and was covered with gunshot residue consistent with the rounds in the bullets, her hands lit up when we checked them too. Too far way for facial recognition but add her fingerprints on the bullet casings and we enough for us to have a case against her"

"God, I bet she had several good theories as to why it is not her, let me guess the most spoken one… It was me. The Welsh Whore" Ianto said as he clutched at imaginary peals and the detectives both smiled at him.

"We have our family attorney onto things and he is arranging for some first class psychiatric assessments to be done. I fear the death of my father may have put her totally over the edge of her sanity. She is not allowed to see my son, you see. She was cruel and nasty to Ianto and we both agreed that our son should not have that in his life. She is rebelling I guess and without Dad there to control her, it's not pretty." Jack sighed "My poor little sister must be so confused."

"Miss… Daisy? Sorry, no Rose? My apologies."

"Yes" Jack smiled, forgiving the slip. "Mom chose the name. Dad wanted something more like Madison or something. But Mom always got her way."

"We are beginning to see that"

Not this time Ianto thought to himself with silent satisfaction.

Nope.

Welsh Whore one, Battle Bitch zero.

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"OK, I am here because she breached the terms of the will."

"What?" Jack and Ianto said at the same time, this not expected.

"The terms included her not going after you in any shape or form. She knew this" Archie told Ianto who had to sit. "So… Will Mark II is now in effect."

"What does it mean for us?" Jack asked with interest.

"Well, those gifts to everyone else stays the same, no backsies there but her estate. Everything reverts to Ianto and his son Stew."

They sat there staring at him "What?"

"The portion of the estate that was left to Anna now goes to Ianto and the Mansion goes to young Mackenzie."

"Bullshit" Jack barked, then he started to laugh at the stupidity of it all.

"So as you are his legal guardian Ianto, you are the one I hand the paperwork to."

Ianto was in shock.

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They stood by the car in the forecourt looking up at the huge palatial mansion like it was something out of Stephen King's brain. Pennywise was locked up in her own sewer though, right?

Jack was first to break the silence "remember last time you were here?"

"Christmas. She got gifts for everyone but me, made an excuse that she thought I was not coming this year, yeah. Rose was so angry. Franklin gave me that lovely pocket watch. Seems he had expected it and had a gift hidden for me after all. She was so mad she spilt her wine" Ianto agreed wistfully.

"Right. Come on, the cops have released it so we can go in and clean up a bit." Jack said as they started to walk towards it, a servant appearing in the doorway with a look of relief.

"Captain, we've cleaned up as best we can and put things back in order. They took things and…"

"It doesn't matter Ralf. I don't give a shit what they took" Jack waved a hand to show the man should stop worrying "besides, before I can convince Ianto here to move in with the rest of the family there will be things thrown outside for a bonfire, if I remember his moods correctly."

"By the fishpond would be best, the kids can dance naked around it like heathens" Ianto replied dryly.

"See?" Jack grinned then as they was paused to enter he motioned at the huge family portrait in the main foyer, the first thing to hit you as you enter. Mother Harkness dripping with jewels as she hangs off Franklin who clearly was not in the mood for the photo shoot. "That can go for a start. Dad hated it."

"That one of him in the fishing hat, sitting in the bow of his rowboat. Mac loves that one, has it by his bed" Ianto offered "I like that one too."

"Not one of us?"

"If that one of her in her prom dress is still over the fireplace in the main living room, I want to replace that with one of the three of us. Maybe one of you and Mac in your office?" Ianto shrugged.

"God, two offices now."

"If I may, I would love to have one. I don't want to stop working all together and I have a book in my head that I have poked about for a while. I thought I might try writing." Ianto asked as he stood on the front doorstep looking at Jack "If you want his, I can take yours."

"No, I have it set out how I like it. You like Dad's old desk and filling cabinets full of junk. I remember the hours you spent in there with him talking about Egypt and other things I found boring. No, you should take his office."

And so it was they without even mentioning it, they agreed to live together in the same house. Did that mean the same bedroom?

Jack decided to fix that too, scooping a startled Ianto into his arms and stepping over the threshold before Ianto could recognize the action for what it was.

He was the wife.

Of course he was, he was the Dam after all.

Ianto clung to Jack long after his feet found the ground, their lips locked in a passionate kiss as they agreed that what had happened in the past was water under the bridge thy had just crossed over before setting fire to, only good things on this side now.

Right?

Ianto was ready to forgive… even if he would NEVER forget.

Jack could live with that as he knew that he could not live without Ianto.

Or Stewie.

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So this ends…. For now. I know… loose ends are everywhere, not least of all Johnny Davies. All in good time my dear.

Thanks for reading.