Tosh descended into the Hub via the lift from the plaza. She was expecting to see Owen in the main area, but the lights were still set at the night setting, just as she'd left them. The lift stopped and she stepped off.

"Computer daylight," she said and the lights brightened.

She looked around, but there was no sign of Owen.

Smiling, she crossed the Hub to autopsy, but instead of finding Owen, it was empty. Tosh walked back to her workstation and put her earpiece in and switched it on.

"Owen, can you hear me?" she said.

"Yes, Tosh," came his reply.

"Where are you?"

"In the Hub, where else?" he answered.

"I'm in the Hub; you're not," she said.

"I'm downstairs in the archive basement."

"What are you doing down there?" she asked.

"You never go down there," she added.

"Ianto wanted me to archive some stuff so I thought I'd do it while I was alone."

"Want some help?"

"No, almost finished, wouldn't mind a coffee though. I still can't make a decent coffee with that new machine," he said.

"I'll make it, how long you going to be, Owen?" she asked.

"On my way back up now, I'm just locking the doors."

"Alright," said Tosh and went into the small kitchen.

She laughed when she saw the line of four cups with what could only be described as coloured water in them. Owen had obviously been trying to make a coffee and failed miserably. She washed up the dirty cups and then set about making a coffee for them both. As she waited for the water to heat up in the machine, she pulled the clip from her hair and ran her fingers through her hair. She heard the door from the basement close and she smiled.

A minute later, she felt arms encircle her waist; her tiny hands closed over the larger hands of Owen. She leant against him and felt his warm breath on the back of her neck. She felt his lips press a tender kiss to her neck. She turned in his arms and her mouth met his. His kiss was warm and tender; he nibbled her lower lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Tosh opened her mouth to his kiss and his tongue entered her mouth. The kiss changed from tender to hungry and passionate. She moaned as his tongue darted round her mouth tasting every millimetre, her tongue doing the same to him. Her hands wandered up his back as he pulled her close to him, until she could feel his chest moving against hers.

******
Ianto closed the door of the taxi and waved as the car pulled away, taking Martha back home. She needed to rest. He walked back into the flat he now shared with Jack.

Jack was lounging on the sofa, looking at the TV but not watching it. He was deep in thought about what Martha had told them. He had tears in his eyes; Iantos' heart nearly broke to see his partner so unhappy. He wanted to hold him, but knew Jack needed a little time on his own, so he went into the kitchen. Ianto made a fresh pot of coffee and took one through to Jack.

He was still sitting on the sofa, the tears now falling down his cheeks. Ianto couldn't take anymore; he put the mug of coffee on the table next to Jack and knelt on the floor in front of him, his hands resting on Jack's knees.

"Cariad," he said gently.

"Why her, Ianto? Why Martha? She's got so much left to give and it's almost over for her."

"I know, Cariad. She means a lot to you, doesn't she?" he asked.

"Yes she does. I travelled with them and met the end of the world head on. It was her that saved the world, Yan, not me and not the Doctor. She walked the earth completely alone for a whole year just to spread the message to help us."

"I know, Cariad, I remember," he said as his hands slid up Jack's thighs and wound round his waist.

Jack dropped his head to Iantos shoulder and let the tears fall. Ianto held him as he cried. Jack's hands slid round Iantos waist and he just held on to him; he needed to be close to him. He knew what he was going to have to do at some point in the next three months and he wasn't looking forward to it. Ianto pulled away slightly and took Jack's head gently in his hands and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"You're going to have to call him, Cariad," he said gently.

"No, I will not call him, Yan. I don't want him anywhere near her."

"But Cariad, he deserves to know she's dying."

"No, Yan, she saved him, she saved me and he just let her walk away. He never went after her. He should have gone after her, but he didn't. All he could think about was that bastard. He killed you and me and all the Doctor wanted to do was give him a proper burial. I'll never forgive him for that, for letting me suffer. I held you as you died, Yan, and he just stood and watched. He didn't do anything to help me."

"Jack, he couldn't, you know that. The Master was insane, the Doctor was locked in a cage."

"I know, Yan, but never once did he tell him to stop. I can't remember how many times I died. All I remember is that he tortured you in front of me and the Doctor did nothing, NOT a thing. He didn't tell him to stop."

"Cariad, STOP IT!" he yelled.

Jack looked at him in shock. Ianto never raised his voice.

"I know you went through a lot, Cariad, we all did; but how would you feel if something happened to Rose and he didn't tell you?"

"He'd never do that, he'd tell me."

"But you're willing to let Martha die without telling him."

"Point taken, Yan, but I'm not calling him until I have to, he's not going to whisk her off somewhere."

"He wouldn't do that, would he?" asked Ianto.

"I'm not giving him the chance; Martha chose me over him," he said as the tears again appeared in his eyes.

"Cariad, let's get changed and go out for dinner," said Ianto, trying to take Jack's mind off everything.

Jack nodded and Ianto pulled him to his feet as he stood up himself. Ianto led him to their bedroom, once there he kissed him.

"Come on, Cariad, let's go out for dinner and maybe we can discuss some girls' names for our daughter," he said as he pulled away from the kiss.

At the mention of the baby, Jack smiled and became himself again. He took Ianto in his arms.

"We're really going to be daddies, Yan."

Ianto smiled and nodded.

"So unless you want our daughter to be known as 'baby' for the rest of her life, we'd better start thinking about a name for her."

Twenty minutes later, Jack and Ianto were walking into Cardiff to a restaurant, and discussing girls' names.

"What about Victoria?" said Jack.

"It's alright. I like Cerys," said Ianto.

"I love it when you talk Welsh," said Jack, slipping his arm round Iantos' waist.

"Jack, I only said 'Cerys'."

Jack pulled Ianto to him.

"That settles it; she has just got to have a Welsh name. Just make sure I can pronounce it."

Ianto laughed.

They were eating dinner when Ianto made Jack jump with a sudden idea for a name.

"What about Rhiannon, Jack?" he said.

"Rhiannon," said Jack slowly.

"What do you think?" asked Ianto.

"Rhiannon Martha Harkness-Jones," said Jack as a smile spread over his face.

"Yan, it's perfect," he said.

"So, we settled on a name then, Cariad."

"As long as you like it, Yan."

"I do, I didn't think of putting Martha's name as her middle name."

"I think it's the least we can do. She'll never be able to meet her, but we can tell her that she has her mother's name," said Jack.

Ianto nodded, he slid a hand over Jack's and squeezed it as he saw the tears appear in his partner's eyes.

Losing Martha was going to be hard on them both, but especially Jack, he'd travelled the universe with her. Ianto had only met her a week ago and now he and Jack had promised to bring up her unborn child. When he'd registered their union with Torchwood, they'd had the courtesy email congratulating them. Ianto couldn't help but wonder what the email would say when they registered a newborn baby as their daughter.

"Jack, we'll have to get a solicitor," he said suddenly.

"What for Yan?"

"We have to get adoption papers drawn up."

"Why, Martha wants us to bring up the baby."

"I know, Cariad but we still need to adopt her legally, otherwise Martha's parents could take her away."

"That's never going to happen, we've got to stop that, Yan."

"Don't worry, Jack, I'll find a solicitor in the morning."