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"You can sleep in our room if you want. Jack can sleep on the sofa, and I'll sleep on the floor. Or, whatever you want."

Ianto pushed open the door to the flat he and Jack shared, after unlocking it, and led Lisa inside, Cerys sleeping soundly in the basket held firmly in Lisa's right hand.

Jack followed, arms full with Lisa's overnight things. She had insisted on stopping at her house to pick up her duvet, claiming she couldn't sleep under some one else's sheets. Ianto said it was fine, whatever she wanted - apparently his new catchphrase - and Jack held his moans and mutterings into himself. Personally he thought Lisa was being difficult and milking Ianto's generosity for all she could get.

"No, it's fine. You and Jack sleep in your bed. Is it ok if I sleep in with Cerys?"

"Well there's no where really for you to lie down."

"Have you even got a seat I could sleep in? It'd just feel better knowing she was alright."

Ianto wasn't entirely sure, and as Jack barged in the door, his chin rested on the duvet pressed to his chest, they shared a conversation using nothing but eye contact.

'It's a bit creepy. First she wants nothing to do with the kid, now she can't bear to be away from it.'

'It's her baby, Jack! And it's just for tonight. Until she gets used to things.'

Ianto gave him the most adorable puppy dog eyes he had ever seen, and Jack found he couldn't even attempt to resist.

"That's fine. There's a rocking chair in there. We can put some cushions on it, and once you've got your duvet, you'll be comfortable. If you're sure that's what you want."

A small laugh escaped Lisa's mouth at the endless row of 'if that's what you want' fell from Ianto's lips.

Jack led the way, dropping the large bag on the floor, and sitting the duvet on the wooden rocking chair.

"So, are we sorted?"

Lisa didn't answer for a while, to busy looking at he daughter, running a gentle hand over her tiny head, but eventually she answered.

"Yes."

"Good, we'll leave you on your own."

Jack stepped out of the room first, waiting for Ianto as he pressed a small kiss to Lisa's cheek, and closed the door behind the two, heading for the living room, and collapsing on the sofa. Ianto sat down next to him, leaning his back into Jack's side, and running a finger absentmindedly over the hand that rest on his waist.

They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peace after a hectic day filled with pain, joy and cold coffee in polystyrene cups. Jack ran his hand through the Welshman's thick, dark hair, and lifted their joined hands, kissing Ianto's palm gently.

After not long Ianto fell asleep, and Jack began to get uncomfortable. He tried to wake the younger, but failed, eventually resigning to carrying Ianto to the bedroom, tenderly undressing him and pulling the duvet over them both. As soon as Jack's head hit the pillow he felt Ianto curl into his side, warming him up, the two fitting together like a jigsaw.

Lisa, paced the room, occasionally peering into the pink wooden cot at her daughter, sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling as she dreamt. Lisa wondered what the baby was thinking, and tried to reassure herself she was doing the right thing.

"It's Ok Rachel. We'll get away from here. I'll look after you. Mummy, daddy and Rachel. Together forever."

Ianto awoke with a start in the early morning. He didn't know what had woken him, but he decided that now he was up, he might as well check on Lisa and Cerys.

He tapped lightly on the smooth surface of the door, just in case Lisa was still awake, and pushed the door open, gingerly stepping in, careful not to wake anyone.

What he saw in the room made his heartbeat rise unnaturally fast, and a solid lump formed in his throat.

By the time he was shaking Jack to wake him, the tears were pouring down his cheeks, and he was screaming Jack's name. Frantically trying to grab the older man's attention. When Jack eventually opened his eyes, he was groggy and could barely see through the sleep that had settled in the corners of his eyes.

"Ianto? What is it?" his voice was hoarse, and he wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. However, when he rubbed his eyes and noticed Ianto's tears, the panic set in and he immediately began to think of the worst.

"Ianto?! Tell me what's wrong!"

"Lisa…Cerys…gone!"

Jack had quickly sprung into action, speeding away in his car - Lisa had taken Ianto's - and drove the streets of London, neither man not sure what exactly they would find.

Ianto looked down at the note in his hand for what felt like the millionth time, the passing streetlamps his only source of light, mulling the words over again, and again.

"Ianto, I'm sorry. I did this for us. I can't live without you." It was written in Lisa's elegant, swirling hand writing, a stark contrast to the panic and anxiety flowing through his entire body.

It was then the thought struck Ianto.

"Jack! I know where Lisa's gone."

Jack hesitantly looked over in Ianto's direction. The tears were still streaming down his cheeks, burning tracks across his pale skin, but Ianto continued to viciously wipe them away.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Jack had followed Ianto's directions, motor ways disappearing into country lanes. Country lanes disappearing into dirt tracks, until eventually they reached their destination. Jack ground to a halt, his foot slamming down on the break as he saw Lisa standing on the edge of the cliff, clutching Cerys to her chest, the head lights illuminating the scene, making the woman look almost heavenly. Ianto slowly stepped out of the car, taking slow, tentative steps towards the woman.

Jack remained in the car.

"Lisa? It's me, Ianto."

Lisa turned, her face streaked with tears, her hair dishevelled and her clothes creased.

"Ianto? You came for me."

Ianto merely nodded. He had to go along with the plan. Anything to make sure his daughter was safe again.

"We can be a family now. You, me and Rachel."

"Rachel?" Ianto's confusion was evident in his voice.

"Our baby. Isn't she beautiful?"

She held the baby up to Ianto, and he had never felt so hopeless in all his life. She was crying so much, the pained screams coming from her tiny mouth sounded unnatural to him. A newborn should never be put through this.

"I meant it, Ianto. I can't live without you. Before you arrived we were going to jump. Me and Rachel. And we were going to wait for you in heaven. And when you died, we could be together. Forever. No one could get in our way."

For a moment Lisa looked shocked, then her shock turned to anger, as she shouted, "What's he doing here? He messed everything up!" She pointed to the car, were Jack sat, his face clouded in a mixture of fear and undisguised hatred. She was hysterical, and it tore Ianto's heart apart to see that she had become so broken.

"Jack drove me here. I was too upset to drive. And you took my car." He tried to squeeze in a small laugh, try and convince Lisa that he was saying was true, but it was difficult due to the growing lump in his throat. She smiled back.

"I knew you still loved me. You always will. Our family. Us and Rachel."

Ianto couldn't take it any longer. He had to get his daughter back. He reached out with trembling hands to the tiny baby cradled in the woman's arms, and she passed the delicate being over, careful not to drop her.

Her cries instantly stopped.

"There, shh, you're okay, daddy's here. Shh, that's it, Cerys, daddy's here."

Lisa's face fell.

"Cerys?"

Ianto just noticed his slip. But he managed to pull himself together, and answered Lisa with as much calm as he could muster.

"Yes, remember. We picked it. Its' Welsh, means 'love'."

Lisa smiled, and took Ianto's hand in hers. "I like that."

But the tranquillity of the deserted cliff was interrupted as police cars sped to where they were standing. Ianto slipped his hand from Lisa's grip, walking to Jack, a trail of "I'm so sorry" tumbling from his lips, as the tears fell from his eyes, and Jack embraced him, ever conscious of the baby in the younger man's arms.

He cried into the fabric of Jack's shirt as his ears were filled with Lisa's sobs, as she sank to her knees on the wet grass.

After Lisa had been driven away, down the empty road, a couple of the police officers remained, Jack and Ianto were approached by a female officer.

"Hi. I'm Gwen Cooper."

They told her everything that had happened, and she in turn filled them in on what would happen to Lisa, informing them she would be sectioned, this bringing on more tears, and guilt for Ianto, as he sobbed uncontrollably, astonished at how things had changed in such a short period of time.

They stepped out of the car, back home at last, the sun rising slowing, lighting up the sky, and heating Ianto's back as he waited for Jack to open the door.

They stepped inside, and approached Cerys' room in silence, placing her in the cot and looked over her. Sleeping peacefully, unaware of the drama of the past hours.

Jack placed an arm round Ianto's waist, pulling him against his side, kissing his head, and resting his chin on Ianto's shoulder, he said, "I meant to ask. How did you know where Lisa would be?"

"It's where I first told her I loved her."

Ianto slid from Jack's hold, leaving the room without another word, disappearing to the kitchen to do what he did best, make coffee, leaving Jack to fold up Lisa's discarded duvet, and kiss his sleeping daughter on the head before closing the door behind him, silent tears trickling down his cheeks.

AN: I'm not sure about this chapter. Don't think I managed to convey as much of the drama, etc, as I wanted to. But anyway, please review and tell me what you thought. xx