Sorry about the disappearing chapter I'd pushed it out before it was ready so I had to yank it back.

Warnings; this chapter contains: Cannon character death (a little differently to cannon mind but you probably figured out it was coming anyway), suggestions of child abuse, suicide and self harm. And bad language.

The next two weeks passed in a blur. Between attempted alien invasions that seemed to occur with an alarming frequency for a planet deemed off limits by the Shadow Proclamation, and the archives, Ianto kept trying to get back to London with no success. He felt no closer to going home than when he had first arrived in Cardiff. And trying to fold his relationship with Lisa into phone calls and emails was tearing him in two. He loved Lisa and their life in London, but he also loved being able to loose himself in the Hub's archives. The last few weeks had shown him how much being a junior archivist in London was not taxing his abilities at all. It had shown him that he could be, and do so much more than current opportunities in London had to offer.

At the moment however, being in Cardiff was taxing his relationship and once again he'd gotten so lost in the archives he was late calling Lisa. Something that was happening all too frequently. Scooping his phone up he moved though the Hub and headed for the Plass. However the archives had been laid out and protected from damp, they had neglected to include good cell reception. He squared his shoulders back, mentally preparing himself to talk to his girlfriend, waiting for the familiar argument to begin. Being late to call, again, wasn't going to put her in a good mood.
'Lisa.'
'Hello Ianto.'

Tosh walked into Jack's office and dropped a folder on his desk, she picked it up and dropped it from a greater height when he didn't immediately react. The additional noise distracting him from the image on his monitor of Ianto, pacing in a tight circle while speaking on his cellphone.
'Spying on him now are we?' Her arms moved to cross in front of her chest as she didn't even hide her disapproval. She liked Ianto and hated the idea of him leaving but she also didn't see how his staying could end well.

Jack shrugged as he swung his chair around. 'He's talking to his girlfriend, again.'

'You keep delaying his return to London, and she's his girlfriend so of course he's going to talk to her.' She leaned in as the camera got a clear shot of his face. 'He looks pretty pissed off. I just hope he doesn't find out you're spying on him.'
'I'm not spying, and I don't keep delaying him from going back. Besides, he's only been here four weeks.'
She scoffed. 'It's more like five, but who's counting.'
Jack shook his head. 'What can I say, he's good at what he does.'
Tosh rolled her eyes, something she'd clearly picked up from Ianto before leaving Jack's office. Her voice calling over her shoulder. 'You need to sign those files before they go into the archives.'

Out in the Plass Ianto paced up and down, taking advantage of a momentary break in the rain. 'I'm not sure when I'll be back, we both knew this could take time Lis.'
'You have a life waiting for you here Ianto, and my parents were disappointed you weren't at dinner.'
'I couldn't get away, you haven't seen the archives, seen what a mess they are, it's a smaller team here.'
'Get more people and you know what, we have this thing called a weekend in London, clearly they haven't made it to the colonies yet.'

Ianto groaned at her tone and what was a familiar argument, one that usually ended in a reference to his being treated like a library book that could be checked out at whim. 'Cardiff isn't a colony, it's the capital of Wales.'
'And you couldn't catch a three hour train back to the capital of England for one lousy night?'
'The trains go both ways, you could always come here. What do you expect Lisa?'
'I expected you home for my birthday. You aren't a bloody library book Ianto that they can check out and forget to return.'

'I know.' He resisted the urge to check his watch to see if this was a new record for how quickly she'd gotten to his missing her birthday, three weeks ago, and library books. He suspected however, that it wasn't.
'Look, now isn't the time, we can talk about it tonight and I'll see if I can come to Cardiff this weekend since it's unlikely you'll be getting to London any time soon. Maybe take a few days off and you can show me around.'
'I'd like that.' Ianto heard her office door open and someone talking in the background.
'I have to go, Yvonne's calling an emergency meeting, she probably needs someone to make the tea. We'll talk later okay, love you.'

Ianto shoved his phone back in his pocket, looking around for something to kick. Jumping when Owen approached him, carrying two take away cups of coffee.
'It's not as good as the coffee you make but.' Owen shrugged. 'You look like you could use some cheering up.' He tilted his head as he looked at Ianto. 'Or would you rather it was a certain captain in a flashy coat?'

Ianto accepted the coffee and shook his head. 'I don't know what you're talking about.' Sipping the coffee he frowned. 'This is awful Owen, did you make it yourself?'
'Nope.' He laughed. 'And I did say it wasn't as good.'
Ianto tossed the cup into a nearby rubbish bin. 'There is no excuse for bad coffee.'
The doctor shrugged. 'So go make us a proper cup.' He waved his hands at Ianto in a shooing motion. 'Go on then. And send the girl a bunch of flowers.'

Ianto shook his head, walking away as he muttered in Welsh. 'I've sent her so many bloody flowers I should have just brought shares in Interflora.'
Owen shook his head. 'I hope that wasn't a comment on my good nature.'
Ianto looked back over his shoulder. 'Hardly likely since you haven't got one.'
'Whatever teaboy.' He grinned as Ianto headed towards the tourist office.

'And that.' Owen waved at the security camera. 'Is how it's done.' He had grown fond of the Welshman and he hated seeing him upset by what he assumed was the challenge of maintaining his relationship long distance. If it meant he had to buy the occasional cup of Cardiff's crappiest coffee to help get the young man back to the task at hand, he'd take one for the team. As long as he didn't have to drink said crappy coffee. He also knew he wasn't the only team member dreading the return of instant coffee when Ianto finally did go home.

Jack clicked his screen back to his emails as the cog door rolled open and Ianto walked back into the Hub. He ambled out of his office and leaned over the railing. 'Ianto, coffee?' He watched as the Welshman nodded and headed to the kitchen. Turning he found Suzie standing there, waiting.
'You can't keep him Jack.'
'I'm not trying to keep him.'
'You're also not trying to get him home either.'

Jack shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and kicked at the floor with the toe of his shoe. 'My archives have needs Suzie.'
She snorted. 'Your archives? I hope this isn't because he hasn't given in to your charms.'
'Actually, I would have to say, that while I certainly enjoy his company, and the coffee, that really isn't it.'

She leaned against the wall and met his gaze. 'So what is it?' She was met with a sigh.
'I don't know Suzie but the archives are actually starting to look less like a shambles and he's good. He's really good at what he does.'
'Ah ha, he's pretty too.'
Jack laughed. 'Hadn't noticed.'
Her head shook before she walked away.

Coffee made and handed around Ianto headed back into his archives and considered Lisa may have a point if he was thinking of the archives as his. He'd mentioned to her Jack's previous comments about her joining the team in Cardiff. It hadn't been a well received thought. So he did what he'd been doing for the previous five weeks, he threw himself into getting the archives into some semblance of order. So he could go home.

Three hours later Ianto checked the time and made his way to the coffee machine to make the last coffee for the day. He found the team sitting on the sofa, waiting expectantly when a phone rang. He watched as three heads snapped around and Jack locked a blank look in place as he reached for a phone Ianto had not yet seen him use.
Owen looked at Suzie and frowned. 'When's the last time the bat phone rang?'
'Bat phone?' Ianto asked.
Tosh nodded as she moved to her computer and started typing. 'It's never a good sign when that one rings, it's the emergency line.'

Ianto watched as the team swung into action with Suzie packing weapons into a case while Owen grabbed his medical kit gave it a once over before moving to stand behind Tosh.
'Any idea what or where?'
'It's not rift related, I think it's centred in -.'
'London.' Jack stepped out of his office and walked towards his team. 'There's a helicopter picking us up from the roof next door in about ten minutes.'

Ianto felt his heart stop as Jack turned towards him, the emotions coming from the man were a mix of fear and concern.
'I want you to stay here.'
'You can't ask that. Not if you're going to Canary Wharf.'
Jack put a hand on Ianto's arm to try and stop him but he was shrugged off.
'They're the people I work with, they're my friends Jack, Lisa's there and if you think I'll stay here -.'

Suzie cut into their conversation. 'Ah, what are you expecting to find in London Jack? And how does Ianto know you're talking about Canary Wharf? Since I assume you are from the look on your face.'
'There isn't time to go into the whys of that.' Jack sighed as he stepped away from Ianto and began leading his team out of the Hub. 'But as to what's in London, that's easy. It's the end of the world.'

Jack knocked on the door, his voice soft as he called the Welshman's name. 'Ianto?' The door muffled the reply but Jack clearly heard. 'Go away.'
'Can't and I don't want to play the boss card but I will.'
The door opened, revealing Ianto still in the crumpled clothes he'd been wearing when they'd made the mad dash to London. The same clothes he'd worn while holding the ruined body of Lisa in his arms when she died. Pulled from a cyberman conversion unit while Ianto screamed himself hoarse begging for someone to save her.

Jack needed to see Ianto, he needed to replace the image in his mind of a broken man, dirt and tears streaking his face while hacking sobs echoed around them. Blood stains and holes torn in his shirt, the tie and jacket long discarded. They had worked alongside the emergency response crew, pawing though the ruins of Torchwood One for survivors and salvageable tech. It was just part of the job for everyone except Ianto, for him it had been personal. Jack wondered if he should have tried a little harder to leave Ianto in Cardiff. It might have been easier than watching the Welshman come apart with each friend he found.

Death and destruction were not new companions to Jack but they were to Ianto. Even his team were hardened to the screams of pain and terror and defiance echoing in the ruins of Yvonne Hartman's misguided scheme to bring green energy to the UK. Finding out the ghosts were in fact Cybermen, that hadn't been nearly as terrifying as the discovery that the void ship One had found contained Darleks. The source of his first death and most of his nightmares.

Tosh found security footage of Cybermen talking trash with the Darleks, to the others the dialogue was amusing but he'd had to take a moment to school his features. To hide his fear. And then Ianto had been the one to find Lisa. No one was laughing when they saw Ianto holding her, begging her not to leave him. His face torn in pain and ravaged by tears along with a voice raw from his own screams of defiance. That was an image that would, Jack suspected, give them all nightmares.

Now he spent each night listening to Ianto sobbing while he was awake and screaming in his sleep. He'd moved a chair into Ianto's room the first night when he'd stumbled across the hall, woken by a panicked Ianto caught by nightmares and begging for retcon. He just hoped there wouldn't come a time when he'd have to admit his reason for denying Ianto the oblivion he sought was a more selfish one. For now, he was able to argue that the young man shouldn't ever try and forget someone he loved. Even as part of him wondered if keeping Ianto around wasn't more about his growing affection for the man.

And Ianto wasn't sure if he wanted to live or die as he turned away from Jack and picked up the pillow he'd taken from his London flat. Sitting on the bed he wrapped his arms around it and let the tears fall. His pain poured out like a poisonous fog and filled Jack with fear he would loose this gentle soul. His friend. So he did the only thing he could, the same thing he'd done every night since discovering how uncomfortable the chair was. He climbed on the bed next to Ianto and pulled him into his arms. His own heart breaking too.

He understood why, he'd been there with Ianto while Lisa said goodbye and died in his arms, while he had begged them to save her six very long days ago. Now, everything was a reminder, of shared dreams and hopes and of what he had now lost. Even down to still wearing the same smoke stained clothes as he held her pillow and tried to grieve. And all Jack could do was hold him, keeping his voice soft, his tone low and even. 'I've got food in the kitchen.'
'Not hungry.'
'Don't care.'

Ianto looked up from the pillow, at Jack and recognizing the older man's determination he put the pillow back down. He wasn't even sure why he was holding it, he'd cried so much and held it so tightly it had stopped smelling of her shampoo and perfume days ago.
Jack let him go as Ianto rose to his feet and tried to hide the slight stumble, but he still noticed. 'When did you last eat?'
Ianto shrugged. 'Pizza, I think.'

'That explains what.' Owen had brought them pizza three days ago. 'You need to eat.' He'd felt too many ribs when holding the younger man.
'Don't care anymore.'
'No.' Jack shook his head. 'I wont let you stop living.'
'You can't make me Jack.'
'You really think I can't?'
'Why force me to live when you refused to save her.' Ianto tried to pull away. 'You don't know what it's like. I have nothing left.'

'We couldn't save her Ianto, you know that. Lisa was gone -.'
'No!' Ianto cut him off. 'You don't get to say that, you don't even get to say her name!'
'At least you got to say goodbye. I lost people too and I never got my goodbye.'
Ianto shrugged. 'All you ever get is goodbye.'
'You think I don't know that? You think I don't hate every minute of watching my friends and lovers grow old around me? That I haven't had to watch them leave when they didn't understand why I don't age. I've lost so much more than you will ever know little boy, so don't tell me I don't know what it's like.'

Ianto sighed, his face in his hands as the weight of Jack's words settled around them and added to his pain until he wondered if either of them could smile again. 'I need to grieve, can you give me that?'
'Only if you promise to live.' Jack waited until Ianto nodded. 'Good, lets eat before it gets cold.'

Ianto let Jack wrap an arm around him and walk him to the kitchen. The smell of food reminding him it really had been several days since he'd last eaten. Jack had tried to get him to eat, constantly bringing him food but he'd been busy at the Hub. Ianto had refused to step foot into a Torchwood building leaving Jack with little choice but to check on him several times a day and offer to call his sister for him. He couldn't bring himself to tell Rhi that Lisa was gone, since he couldn't tell her the truth and right now he was incapable of lying.

Jack thought about the last time Ianto must have eaten, he remembered Owen yelling at him for the better part of ten minutes. About the stupidity of leaving a grieving man alone until he saw the panic attack his shouting induced in the man he'd begrudgingly begun to consider a friend. Owen had watched as Jack held the near catatonic Welshman and rocked him until he was calmed down enough to speak. Refusing to let Owen medicate him, knowing that this level of grief needed an outlet or it would manifest in more destructive ways. Owen had still called Jack a right cunt for not bringing Ianto to the Hub to be checked out and been tossed out of the house for his efforts. Now he wondered if Owen hadn't been right and he should have ordered Ianto to the Hub so they could keep a closer watch on him. The aftermath of Canary Wharf haunted them all.

Dinner finished Jack addressed the next thing on his list, trying to ignore the pooling guilt over his failure to make sure the man had been eating properly. 'Do you feel up to a shower or should I fill a bathtub for you?'
'Oh.'
Jack nodded. 'Yeah you do.' Replying to the question that hadn't been voiced.
Ianto burst into tears as Jack groaned.
'I'm not used to this people thing.' Jack muttered, moving around the table he wrapped his arms about the sobbing man. 'Let it out Ianto, don't try and hold it in.' Hoping his presence could offer some comfort. 'Come on, I'll even put bubble mix in the bath for you.' He frowned when Ianto muttered something. 'Didn't get that, was it Welsh?'

'No, I said you're just trying to get me naked.'
Jack shrugged. 'You can keep your clothes on if you like, it's not like they couldn't use a wash too.'
Considering his options Ianto decided he did want a bath and nodded. 'Okay, but I can wash myself.'
Jack snapped his fingers and grinned. 'Darn, that's the best part. What if I keep my eyes closed?'
Ianto tried to glare at him before shaking his head. He still let Jack lead him to his room and into the attached bathroom.

Jack poured half a bottle of bubble mix into the running water before turning to Ianto. 'Strip.' Recognizing how emotionally exhausted the younger man was when the anticipated quip failed to materialize. Ianto simply dropped his clothes to the floor, revealing how much weight he'd lost in the last six days.
Ianto shook his head as he sensed Jack's distress. 'I don't have enough room in my head for your pity too Jack and none of this was your fault.'

Jack nodded. 'I know but I'm still human and I could have done more to make sure you were okay.' Checking his mental barriers, he'd been working on them since realizing how much he'd been broadcasting, how much Ianto had been able to pick up. Sometimes, when emotions were stronger, like now, it was harder to maintain. Leaving him feeling even more guilty for yelling right back at Ianto. 'I'm sorry.' He even averted his eyes when Ianto shed his boxers before sinking into the hot water.

'I don't think I'll ever be okay but I'm not going to hurt myself if you wanted to leave.'
'If I'd been afraid of that.' Jack pointed out. 'If I really, truly felt you would have harmed yourself, I would have let Owen take you back to the Hub.' Jack watched as Ianto settled in the bath, wrapping his arms around bent knees revealed faint lines on his back. Faded scars that were barely there, revealing more to Jack that the younger man probably realized. He used to have a reputation in certain circles as a go to kind of guy. His skills in the area of torture extended to the ability to read scars with nearly clairvoyant accuracy as to what caused them. Ianto's body was as easy to read as a for sale sign. He chose to focus instead on something he could impact as he looked around to find a cloth before reaching for Ianto's body wash. 'I may as well wash your back, since I'm here now.'

Ianto shrugged, giving Jack his consent, shivering lightly at the touch. He felt Jack moving across the scars that marked his back, silver reminders of his father's fondness for using his belt. He'd been sixteen when he'd finally stood up to the man, earning him a night in hospital for his efforts. Sometimes, like now, he wondered if he'd ever be happy. He hadn't been happy as a child and he felt like he'd fallen into a black hole of despair now. At what point did he get to find his happiness he wondered.

Jack hummed a lullaby, it had been so long since he'd heard it he'd forgotten the words. It was one his mother had sung to him as a child and it still comforted him. He could only hope it might bring them both some peace.

Ianto followed the haunting notes Jack surrounded him in and let the warmth of the water seep in. Exhaustion filled the gaps in his soul as he relaxed into Jack's hands. He did however draw the line at letting Jack wash him below the line of the water. The older man just grinned and shrugged.
'It wouldn't be me if I didn't try.'

Ianto rolled his eyes, knowing there was no intent beyond reassurance behind the words as he finished bathing himself under Jack's watchful eye. He must have satisfied him as to how clean he was when a towel was handed to him and once more eyes were averted. Neither man commenting on how dark the water had become with the dirt now removed from Ianto.

'I want Owen to give you a proper physical tomorrow.'
Ianto shook his head but Jack had a solid look in his eyes that suggested he wouldn't be budged.
'Fine, whatever.' He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into his bedroom. 'Are you going to watch me get dressed for bed now too?' He pulled a draw open to find a pair of cotton pyjama pants. 'You could at least turn your head or something.'

Jack decided pointing out he'd just seen Ianto naked in the bath wasn't going to be deemed helpful so he averted his gaze once more. There was nothing sexual in it, just a need to comfort a friend.
'Done, and are you going to tuck me in and read me a bed time story too?'
'Only if you want.'
'I'm not sure what I want any more.' He sat heavily on the edge of the bed. 'Or where I even belong, not now.'

'Well first things first, we're changing those sheets and making that bed fresh. And you have a place in the Hub for as long as you want it.'
'What about my flat? I can't stay here freeloading forever.'
Jack shrugged as he pulled Ianto to his feet and began stripping the bed. Setting Lisa's pillow carefully on a chair. 'I can charge you rent if it makes you feel better. And I can get Suzie and Tosh to pack the flat in London for you, or send your sister. We can store your things here or at the Hub while you decide what you want to do.'
'You've got it all worked out haven't you.'

Jack snorted. 'Oh right, like I know how this all ends.'
'You.' Ianto stopped as Jack left the room and returned with fresh linen.
'Me? My favourite subject you know, closely followed by a certain Welsh accent.'
'You said, you lost someone too, in London.'

Jack nodded as he concentrated on getting the fitted sheet in place, recognizing this as Ianto's apology.
'Your Doctor was there, I saw the reports on the server Tosh downloaded, before we found.' Ianto closed his eyes, he didn't want to finish speaking, to say her name. 'Anyway, your Doctor was there.'
'Sometimes I don't think he's my doctor anymore. I mean, he's not my doctor, he's a regeneration.'
'But he's the one you're waiting for.'

Jack turned to Ianto. 'How do you know that?'
'It's not hard to read when you're broadcasting nothing but.'
'You should stay out of my head Ianto, it gets too crowed in there as it is.'
'Would you have left with him?'
'He.' Jack shook his head at how much he was sharing. 'He abandoned me on Satellite Five.'
'But you'd follow him in a heartbeat.'

Jack nodded as he moved, getting the top sheet tucked in before reaching for the quilts. 'I need answers and as you know, I've been waiting since 1897 to get them. He'll come to Cardiff to fuel the TARDIS eventually and we also both know I've got the time.'
'A detail you wont share with the rest of your team.'

Jack stopped and looked at Ianto, standing there, pajama pants slung low on his hips with the weight he'd lost in the last few days and no shirt. He wanted to enjoy the view but knew this wasn't the time. 'How do I tell them I come back when I die? How do I do that when I don't know why, or how. Or if one day I wont.'
Ianto scooped Lisa's pillow up and hugged it to his chest. 'Fucked if I know Jack, but I think they have a right to know.'

Jack retrieved the now discarded linen and shook his head. 'You can think what you like, but you can't tell them. I'm going to clean the kitchen up and turn in.'
Setting the pillow with its ruffled pillowcase on the bed Ianto nodded. 'Night Jack.' He watched as his boss and perhaps friend, moved across the room. 'Jack.'
He turned. 'Ianto?'
'Thank you.'
He nodded. 'Any time Ianto.'

'Jack?' Ianto took a deep breath and sighed. 'Did, did anyone survive?'
'Twenty six, four of them weren't there for different reasons. Although it's twenty seven if we count you of course.' He watched as fresh tears filled Ianto's usually smiling blue eyes at the news, knowing he'd lost friends as well as Lisa. He didn't mention that they didn't really know just how many had died over all, since not all of the Cybermen had crossed over in Torchwood Tower itself and then there were the Darleks.

He knew that unless someone had seen these creatures, these beings who had once been men, coming towards them with death in what was left of their hearts, that the true fear of what they represented couldn't be realized. He could only hope that whatever the Doctor did had been enough to send them all into the void. Every last one of the metallic bastards because even just one surviving would be enough to destroy the world.

Although he'd considered it, Jack didn't want to think what Ianto might have done had he been there sooner, or if he'd been alone when he'd found Lisa, frightened, in pain and half converted. He wondered if the man would have tried to save the woman he loved and not for the first time he was left curious as to the hidden strengths that Ianto Jones kept covered up by his perfectly tailored suits. And with that curiosity was a little envy as he headed to the utility room to put a load of washing on. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he'd cared enough to be jealous of anyone. Or if he'd get to spend the entire night in his own bed.

Once he was satisfied the kitchen was clean and tidy and the washing machine done so he could toss the sheets in the dryer, he checked the doors were locked and lights were off before heading back upstairs. He was about to enter his bedroom when he heard whimpering followed by Ianto shouting. Bursting into the man's bedroom he found Ianto sitting up, chest heaving as he drew in hacking breaths.

'Ianto?' He called softly, unsure if he was even awake. 'Ianto, it was just a dream.'
'There was smoke, and the screams Jack.' He sobbed.
'Shhh, it's done, they are gone now Ianto.' He moved closer to the bed and reached out to reassure him. 'You can go to sleep Ianto.'
'Nope, can't sleep, I see them when I close my eyes.' He looked directly at Jack even in the darkness. 'How do you make them go away Jack? All the ghosts that must haunt your dreams.'

'I don't. I haven't needed as much sleep as I used to, after I died the first time.'
'So, you just don't close your eyes?'
'Sometimes it helps if I'm not alone when I do sleep.' It was a variation on the conversation they'd shared every night since returning to Cardiff. Jack always tried to give Ianto honest answers.
'Does that work?'
'I think so.'

Ianto nodded as he reached for Jack's hand. 'Then stay so I can see if it works for me too.'
'You know I'm not sleeping in that chair, not again.'
'Beds big enough for two.'
Jack nodded. 'I also don't always wear pyjamas.' He just hoped Ianto recognized he was trying to lighten the mood with humour rather than being serious. That any implication of flirting was a matter of habit and not desire. Although a part of him wanted to see what would happen once Ianto had put a bit more of his grief aside, he knew this wasn't the time. He also knew if he completely stopped flirting the world really could end, and it wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

'Yes you do and you know where I keep mine.' Ianto moved over as he heard the sound of Jack undressing in the dark. He felt the bed dip with the man's weight and relaxed as the warmth beside him didn't vanish. 'Hands to yourself Harkness.'
'Nope, you know I can't promise that.'
'Whatever, but I'm still not putting out.'
Jack smiled as he felt Ianto settle beside him. 'Don't worry, I think we both know it's too soon for anything like that.'

'Just as well.' Ianto yawned. 'Since I'm not gay.'
Jack snorted. 'You humans with your antiquated little labels.'
'Not all of us are from the fifty first century.' Ianto mumbled as he let sleep take him.
Jack turned his face towards Ianto and wondered, not for the first time, just how much the archivist actually knew.
'You forget.' His voice filled with sleep. 'I know everything.' For the first time since Lisa's death, he wasn't afraid to dream as he fell asleep.

Jack lay in the darkness listening to the even breaths beside him, considering the lives and loves he'd lost since being abandoned by the Doctor. But what he really wanted to know, was how much had he himself changed. He hoped he was a better person than the conman the Gallifreyan had first met.

He also thought about the young blonde who he had danced with so very long ago. Her name had also appeared on the list of Canary Wharf dead. He wanted very much to meet the Doctor who had let that happen. Knowing he was there if Ianto needed him, he let sleep drift him into dreams of a very different London than the one they'd flown to almost a week ago.