AN: Aaah! You guys really like this? Woo! Go on, email the BBC and link em to it? Lol! I wish! Writing a Torchwood episode = dream come true! Anyways. Chapter 3!

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Jack had always hated the mortuary. It was so tall, it seemed to go on forever. So many dead... The room was always so cold, as if death had taken all sense of any life in this room away. Jack shivered and pulled his greatcoat a little tighter. He paused in front of the wall of drawers and took a deep breath. He found 363 quickly, it was obvious not many more people had died since Ianto. Jack reached out to open the drawer and was shocked to find his hand was shaking. Was he really that bothered? Did he really care that much. He bit his lip and opened the drawer.

Ianto looked so peaceful. He looked as though he were sleeping. How Jack wished he was. He swallowed the lump that had managed to make a comeback and stroked Ianto's cheek gently. So cold. There was no time to lose. Jack searched the pockets of his greatcoat and finally pulled out what he needed. He plunged the hypodermic needle into the tiny vial, sucking up all the liquid.
"This better work.."
He used his wristband to locate the exact position of Ianto's heart. Taking a deep breath, he plunged the needle right into the centre of Ianto's heart. Pushing the plunger down, he pulled the needle out again and began to do compressions on Ianto's chest. He felt his heart flutter weakly. It was working! The contents of the vial was enough to start even a long dead heart beating. That was the heart sorted, now the breathing.

Jack leaned down, pressing his lips to Ianto's and breathed deeply into the Welshmans lungs. He pulled back, watching Ianto desperately.
"Please work, oh... Please, come on..."
For a while, it seemed as though it hadn't worked. Ianto lay perfectly still.

"Please, Ianto, please..."

With a dry, hacking cough, Ianto's eyes shot open. He stared around, eyes wide, until he spotted Jack.
"Wh-? I... Huh?!"

Jack grabbed him, hugging him tightly.
"You're alive!"

He pulled back and kissed Ianto before hugging him again.
"It worked... Oh thank god it worked.."
Ianto coughed again, a cough that shook his whole body. Jack let him go, looking at him, worried.
"You okay?"
Ianto nodded.
"Just... Water? Please..?"
"Right, right..."
He pulled a bottle from his coat and handed it to Ianto who sipped it gratefully.
"..Do you just keep everything in that coat?"
Jack grinned.
"Pretty much!"
Ianto smiled weakly and pulled himself into a sitting position. He gazed around himself.
"I died... How am I alive?"
Jack sighed.

"It's a very long story... It took me a decade, but I finally found it. On the furthest planet in the furthest galaxy, a way to cheat death.."
Ianto's eyes widened.
"I've been dead... For a decade?!"
Jack laughed, putting an arm around Ianto.
"No, I've been away for a decade, my time, you've been dead a year."

"Right... A year... Wow.."
"Yeah... You wanna get out of here? Up to the Hub, yeah?"
Ianto nodded and Jack helped him up. Slowly, they made their way across the mortuary, drawer 363 still open.

When they finally reached the Hub, the other 3 were actually working. Jack grinned to himself and stepped out of the shadows, leaving Ianto for a moment.
"Hey! Gwen! I've decided on Ianto's replacement!"
She looked up, curious.
"Oh? So soon? Who?"
Jack grinned mischievously and retrieved Ianto.
"Ianto Jones."

Gwen's eyes widened and for the second time that day, she dropped her coffee, this time smashing a mug. She practically threw herself at Ianto, hugging him tightly and whispering to him in Welsh. Jack stood back, watching, and smiled to himself. He'd never realised they were all that close... Must be a Welsh thing.

Ianto glanced up at Jack and held out an arm to him. He gladly joined the group hug.
"The ole' team, back together!"
Ianto laughed a little.
"Ready to save the world again.."

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AN: Hmmm... Another chapter? Or leave it there? Its up to you guys! R&R