From Yesterday

Disclaimer- Torchwood is not mine but if it was this was how series 3 would have gone, let me know what you think...

Summary- 'There have been many of you, with your blue eyes and your determination, your desire to please; they all disappear sooner or later.' He just smiles at her, the cruelty in her eyes burns through him, he has to believe there's some humanity left in Jack... Janto (How COE should have been, the re write of series 3 from episode 3/4 just the first little bit)

A/N- well here is the second chapter I hope you enjoy, thank you to all the people who have faved and now a little message to the reviewers...

DemonicGleam- Glad you liked and I agree CoE should have been more like this and less kill the best character, here's the second chapter that you asked for, hope you like it,

SexySiri- Glad that you think it's a good story, hope you enjoy this new chapter with more of a very much alive Ianto,

xAKANEx- Thank you for the review and the kind words, hope you enjoy this chapter just as much

JantoForever21- Never apologize for a rant, I love rants lol, thanks for the kind words and I agree Ianto should never have been killed off, hope you like the new chapter

This is for all of you...

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Chapter Two

When he wakes up its Gwen's eyes that wait for him, she's sat beside the red body bag, glancing around at the hundred more and wondering who they all were, who will be missing them, crying for them, devastated by the loss, who were their families what were their stories? Her eyes are wide and her hands are clenched tightly, she meets his gaze and smiles warmly if a little distantly. He smiles back and he's not sure if he's surprised that Ianto's not there or not. She seems to notice his thought pattern and her smile grows a little bit.

"He's with Agent Johnson," he nods and pull's himself from the red body bag, standing and brushing off his coat and Gwen knows what he's thinking, what they're all thinking, this could have been the end for one of them, her or Ianto, falling to the job just as Owen and Tosh had less than a year ago. She bites back the tears and rises to her feet, taking the hand that Jack offers to her,

"How is he?" Jack asks as they walk through the eerily silent room to the door, she shrugs and looks up at him, smiles once again but it doesn't meet her eyes and fall's as quickly as it had appeared.

"Ok, I think, seems a little quiet but that's Ianto all over isn't it," she doesn't look at him as she pushes open the door and steps through Jack following, "they killed Clem, some sort of frequency I think, it was horrible. He'd suffered so much Jack," and she didn't mean for it to be some sort of guilt trip on the other but she imagined that it probably had sounded like it had.

"What's happening now?" Jack asks as he takes off in front of her, large strides allowing for her to fall behind somewhat. She shrugs but he doesn't see it, doesn't turn back to look,

"I guess they start rounding up the children, Lois has been locked away so we don't really know all that much, Ianto probably knows more." She offers and he nods, they head for the door and are stopped by a guard, Jack announces them as Torchwood, the man doesn't move away and Jack thinks he's just about had enough of not being able to do what he wants when he wants.

"For God's sake, the world's about to fall apart and you're refusing to let me go because why?" Jack asks, running a hand through his hair, he starts lecturing the young guard as a handful of others appear, Gwen's phone rings and she flip's it open, tells Jack that it's Ianto. He stops his lecture and his eyes light up somewhat, he waits beside her,

"Ok, I'll let him know... think we're going to be here for a bit longer... thanks Yan... you too, see you soon." She hangs up the phone and Jack seems to pout a little bit but it disappears in the blink of an eye so she's not entirely sure she didn't imagine it. "He's going with Agent Johnson to where they're holding your family," Gwen whispers so that the guards don't hear her, he nods but he's not sure how he feels about it, he didn't even tell Ianto about them until a few days ago, he thinks he should have introduced them a long time ago but the time for what if's has most definitely passed.

"Sir if you'd please follow us, Mr Frobisher would like a word with you," one of the guards said, gun in hand as he waited for a response, Jack looked from the guard to Gwen, she smiled warmly and nodded, motioning for Jack to lead the way. She's nervous but she doesn't show it, she's Torchwood and she needs to be strong even if the world around her is falling to pieces. Right now all she really wants is Rhys, to hold his hand and have him tell her that everything is going to be ok, the weight of the world is an incredibly large burden to bear, she wonders how the Doctor copes, how Jack copes.

They walk through the corridors of Thames house in silence, the place weighs heavy on his heart, the 456 still sit upstairs, waiting eagerly for their prize to be delivered and Jack's ready to take it all on. He takes up a seat across from Frobisher, stares him down and realises that this is not a bad man, this is a good man put in a bad position because the real bad men don't want to get their hands dirty. The man talks and Jack listens but his mind keeps drifting to Ianto, to how he could have gotten him killed less than a day ago, to how brave he has become, how determined and strong, Jack's faced now with the knowledge of how fragile Ianto's life is and it freezes him to the core.

Frobisher explains the governments plan Gwen's horrified and pulls the Rhys card, it leaves a bitter taste in Jack's mouth but they're overpowered and there's no sense in making everyone suffer, Gwen and Rhys can weather this, they can leave now and forget it all, live their lives, nice house, fancy car, white picket fence and two or three children.

"Phone Rhys Gwen, tell him that we've lost, that it's time for you to go home," Jack explains and squeezes her hand reassuringly when she looks uncertain, she walks away from the table looking more than a little defeated, she does as she was instructed and when's she far enough away that Jack's sure she won't be able to hear him he turns to Frobisher,

"Look, I don't care what you do to me, detain me in whatever cell's you see fit, but Gwen, send her home, back to Cardiff with her husband, let them go, I can't stand the sight of them anymore. Do this for me and I'll go willingly, do whatever you want, just please send them home." He wants to send Ianto as well, get him as far away as possible, keep him safe, wrap him up in cotton wool and never let him out of his sight but the boys got away from him, chucked himself unnecessarily into the line of fire. All he knows is that he has to get to him, to Alice before the whole world crashes in on itself.

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Frobisher does as Jack had asked, he sends Gwen and Rhys back to Cardiff by helicopter, she hugs Jack goodbye atop the roof as the blades swirl ferociously above their heads. He leans in close, one last message to his friend before the insanity of humanity slaps her harshly in the face,

"Ianto has a sister and a niece and nephew, go to them, save them," she nods and kisses his cheek before turning and running into the helicopter, the cuffs are secured around Jack's wrists and the guard from earlier leads him in the direction of the cells, Jack closes his eyes briefly hopes that Ianto can find a way out of this, save him, help him save the world from itself. He has faith in his young lover and hopes that Alice doesn't push all the hatred for him onto the younger.

Lois Habbiba shouts his name from a cell not too far from his, he doesn't know what to say to her, what advice to offer, he'll help her afterwards repay her for what she did for Torchwood, but that's all that he can do, she has no future in Torchwood, but they can always use contacts.

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Ianto follows Agent Johnson to the cell's where she had placed Alice and Stephen, he's spent a long time talking to the woman on their way here, trying to persuade her that Jack could help he could fix everything, put a stop to it all and it seemed that it had paid off, she was listening to him, trusting him. She wasn't a bad person, Ianto knew that, she had been tricked into what she had done, led to believe that Torchwood were terrorists. She has been doing her job and Ianto couldn't resent her for that no matter how much he tried.

The woman unlocks and opens the large door, she smiles at Alice and steps aside to let Ianto inside, the elder woman surveys him quizzically, Stephen waves at the new face who smiles and waves back, Agent Johnson asks him if he wants to go and play football with some of her men, he nods excitedly and she takes his hand.

"Alice this is Ianto Jones from Torchwood, he wanted to talk to you," she turns to Ianto, "come and find us when you're ready," she squeezes his arm and then leaves the small cell with Stephen in toe, Ianto sighs and takes a seat on the opposite side of the room to Alice, he smiles warmly at her and see's Jack when he does. It unnerves him slightly, this woman, older than he is, is the daughter of the man he loves, kept hidden from him for so long, he hates Jack for the things that he's kept from him.

"Hello Alice," He extends his hand, she accepts the gesture but doesn't seem too happy about it, pulls her hand back quickly as if the touch burned.

"Did my father send you?" She asks, folding her arms over her chest and staring at him imploringly, she can't help thinking how this man is just her father's type and how he'll break him down, destroy his spirit like he's done with many more.

"No, he was a bit tied up, but he was coming for you," he explains, smiles at her and receives nothing back in return.

"Don't think you're anything special," Ianto raises an eyebrow, "to my father," he doesn't respond merely listens to what she has to say. "There have been many of you, with your blue eyes and your determination, your desire to please; they all disappear sooner or later. Do you think he actually cares about you? He's never cared about anyone in his life except for when he wants something," He just smiles at her, the cruelty in her eyes burns through him, he has to believe there's some humanity left in Jack, "If you'd seen what he did to my mother you wouldn't sit there with that hope in your eyes," he stands and moves for the door,

"I came to help you, not to be insulted," he explains, "when you're ready to talk to me like an adult come and find me," she grabs his arm, stands in front of him and her eyes meet his,

"He'll do nothing but hurt you, you're so young, run whilst you can," she squeezes his hand and he stares into her eyes, he knows how Jack can hurt him, all the secrets he's kept burn in the younger's mind and it forces him to face the fact that he doesn't really know Jack at all. Doesn't know him but wants to keep his faith in him, believe in him for as long as he can.

"I don't know what he did to your mother but did you ever think it was for her best?" Ianto asks, "She died of natural causes didn't she? That's very rare for someone in our line of work, we usually don't live to see our pension, if Jack pushed her, you, away, it was to protect you from what we do, from the things that breathe down our necks on a daily basis. I know that I'm not the first and I know that the majority of the people before me died young, know I face a similar fate, so count your blessings, he's being cruel to be kind."

"What about you? Isn't he going to rescue you by pushing you away," Ianto smiles wistfully,

"Think he tried once, I can be quite stubborn," she folds her arms over her chest defensively Ianto thinks and he wonders what it's like for her, to look the same age as her father to see him with different people every decade. "Anyway, think I've convinced Agent Johnson to let you go, so feel free," he says and puts his hands in his pockets as he heads off in the direction he knew the woman to have gone, he hears the soft tap, tap of her shoes against the concrete and knows that he's intrigued her in some way, like father like daughter.

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The door to the cell swings open, he glances up to see Ianto stood in the doorway, he smiles, a shadow of his normal smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes and despite the three other people stood behind him Jack grabs him and kisses him with everything that he's got. Ianto seems hesitant but he gives into the Captain, Jack's hands grip the younger's face and he rests his forehead against that of the younger's.

"I could have lost you," it's more of an admission to himself than a fact presented to Ianto, the younger holds his Captain despite how his mind screams against it. He kisses his cheek and brings the elders eyes up to meet his own,

"Not this time, we have to move," Ianto explains "they're rounding up the children now, the whole country is going mad Jack," Jack looks at him see's the fear shining in his eyes and he doesn't need to say it but Jack knows the fear he feels for his sister.

"Gwen and Rhys have gone to help," they head down the corridor, the guards guns swing against their hips, clanking against their bulletproof vests.

"Alice and Stephen are with Agent Johnson," he offers despite the fact that Jack has yet to ask and the elder nods, they walk the rest of the way in silence, the man Jack had seen yesterday when he had confronted the 456 appears next to them, follows them for a reason Jack can't work out right now, he grabs Ianto's hand, squeezes it tightly.

They travel to where Agent Johnson and her team have been working from slip into the room where said woman is sat with Alice; Stephen isn't there, just the two women and themselves. He takes off his coat and drops it over a nearby chair, his hand slips from Ianto's, back into hero mode. He seems to ponder on everything for a while running scenarios through his head.

Ianto offers to go check on Stephen; he still finds it hard being in the same room as the Captain, seeing him next to his daughter is the hardest thing he's ever had to do and if he let his nails bite into his palm any longer he may start to draw blood.

He sits in the large hall sits on a crate in the corner and breathes, his hands shake and he clasps them together afraid to let anyone aware of his sudden weakness. Stephen smiles at him from where he is playing football with the guards, Ianto waves at him, offers a small smile as the boy runs over to him. He'd thought a lot about Jack's past in their time together and strangely enough he'd never thought about this, never thought that he'd have to face Jack's family. It hurts and he's not entirely sure why,

"You're Uncle Jack's friend," he nods as the boy sits himself down next to him and realises that this child doesn't know that the Captain is his grandfather, that he's a fixed point in time and space, Jack lies to more people than just himself and he finds himself wondering where do they go from here. "Is he ok, mum was worried for a while," Ianto smiles warmly,

"He's fine, he's always fine," the boy nods and stares down at his hands,

"He doesn't visit much,"

"He's got a very important job, he's very busy, he wishes he could see you more," he doesn't think it's a lie not if Jack really is the man he loves and not the stranger he begins to feel more and more like with each passing day.

"Do you think he'll find time after all of this?" Ianto goes to speak but the commotion from down the hall draws his attention, he grabs his gun from the back of his trousers, removes the safety with a practiced ease, he thinks Stephen mutters 'cool' under his breath, the door's swing open and the guards, Agent Johnsons men, pile into the room, he can hear Alice screaming as they grab the boy and carry him away. He chases after them, all the while hoping it wasn't for what he thought it was, he passes a screaming Alice in the corridor, held steady by the guards and she looks at him with a haunted look, he doesn't have any words to offer her as she screams for her son.

They place the boy on a sort of platform in the middle of the room and he stares at Ianto with a terrified gaze, Agent Johnson briefly meets his eyes, pulls them away when her guilt consumes her. Then he see's Jack, eyes full of tears, Ianto stares at him, Jack presses a button on the control panel before him and Ianto goes to scream out but his voice gets stuck in his throat. Alice bangs on the door to the left of him, telling her son to run, the boy just stares with wild eyes and when Jack's eyes meet Ianto's it's almost like he's searching for forgiveness, asking if it's the right thing. Ianto only nods his head because he knows he has to carry part of this for his lover.

The screaming from Alice stops, the frequency that had killed Clem beaming out of the boys lips, Jack stands stoically but the tears leave tracks down his face, his hands clench at his side, a tear tumble's from Agent Johnsons eyes, Decker stands there seemingly amused, Alice, she's silent in the face or something so horrific. He thinks he can feel her heart break and the tears fall from his own eyes as the scene unfolds in front of his arms, he hates that it's for the best and see's Mischa and David where Stephen currently stands.

The screaming stops and Alice bursts in through the doors as the child falls to the floor, Ianto looks away as she scoops him into her arms, begging for him to look at her, screaming his name at the top of her lungs and then just screaming when she knows he's gone. She glances up at Jack and he doesn't need to see it to know of the hate in her eyes. She turns to him, clutching her son's body in her arms, stares at Ianto and through him,

"This is what he'll do to you, he'll destroy everything you love, he'll leave you with nothing, and he won't care. He'll move on and forget, because he can Ianto Jones, he can and he has, more times than you can count." She grips her son's body, screams and cries and Ianto looks up at Jack, nothing in the elders eyes persuades him that what Alice said is not true and he disappears through the doors before anyone can stop him, running through maze like corridors, trying to get the screaming out of his head, to escape the look in Jack's eyes.

He could spend the rest of his life running and never escape that look, he's never seen Jack so broken, so defeated by the world and the people he's fought so hard and long to protect and all he sees when he looks at him is the desire to run, run as fast and far as he can and Ianto can't take him leaving not again. Not after everything that has happened and everything that they've faced, but it's so like Jack to just drop it all and run isn't it, just like Alice said and he knows that it's the truth, he slips to the floor grips his head in hands, feels like screaming into the floor because he never thought that his life would turn out like this.

It's all backwards and it's all wrong and he knows that his dad's turning in his grave, it's the realisation in that moment that he's shielded himself just as much as Jack has, kept the same secrets burning behind his eyes, that convinces him to push himself away from the concrete and the horror in his mind. He walks the corridors with his hands in his pockets and when he sees the other man before him he smiles warmly, walks towards him with all the conviction of a man that believes in his every word and wraps him in his arms, because this is what he needs now, someone to rely on, to be strong for him, to carry the weight of the world for a while whilst he shakes himself off and regroups.

He knows that chances are Jack will run and he'll wait for him to come back, knows it'll break his heart, knows that he'll carry on, do what needs to be done and keep the world turning in the Captain's absence. He hopes that he's enough of a reason for him to stay but he's never really sure of anything where Jack's concerned, it's all just hope and blind faith. They don't speak because there is nothing that Ianto can say to make it all right and there's nothing Jack can say to force the screams from his mind.

It's Alice with her heartbroken stoicism that hurts Jack the most, the way she looks at him with eyes so empty of any emotion, no flickering of love or understanding or even hate in the hazel depths, just an endless void of nothing. He hadn't really expected anything more, he could never make her understand, he had lost so many to 'the good cause' to save the world and it didn't make him more prepared for it than anyone else, it was just a choice that had to be made and he just so happened to be the one that had to make it. He had never meant to destroy her,

"Do you think she's right?" The sudden voice in the silence startles him, that American laced voice like a warm coffee on a cold day; he stares at the Captain who fails to meet his eyes as he continues to talk. "Do you think I'll destroy you Ianto Jones?" He doesn't know what to say to that, but he knows that all Jack is looking for right now is reassurance, is for someone to still have some faith in him.

"I don't think there's enough left," despite the words, he smiles, grips Jack's hand tightly in his own and knows that he couldn't blame him if his Captain ran right now, as much as it would destroy that one little sparkling glimmer of hope buried deep in his heart.

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Will Jack stay... is Ianto enough... who knows, hope it was ok and that people like the new chapter, I know it feels quite fast paced but well... that was CoE in a nutshell for me lol and I wanted to get out of RTD's turf and onto my own so yay, lol let me know what you thought please

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