AN: By special request, here's chapter 4. This is for my crazy Welsh friend with a VERY original nickname: Welshy.

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Ianto had no flat. It had been sold a few months after he died, sold by Gwen who gave his sister the money. So now he had to live at the Hub, with Jack. Oh the joys... He slept for a full 2 days, as was to be expected, and, when he woke, he was more than eager to get back to work.
"Jack! Weevils!"

Jack rolled his eyes and got up from his desk, going to the stairs.
"Where?"
Gwen checked her screen.
"Bute park, 5 of them."
Jack nodded, putting his gun into his holster and grabbing his coat.
"Alright.. Gwen, Mickey, with me. Emma? Keep an eye on them and update us if they move."

The team began to move and Jack was about to head down the stairs when Ianto grabbed his arm. He'd changed into one of his old suits and his gun was in his holster.
"I'm coming too.."
Jack shook his head.
"No, no way."

Ianto's face fell.
"But... Weevil hunting... Just like old times..."

Jack shook his head again.
"No. You're not doing any more fieldwork. End of."

He ran after Gwen and Mickey before Ianto could argue.

When they arrived back, Gwen, and Mickey found fresh mugs of coffee on their desks. Jacks eyes lit up. Oh, how he had missed Ianto's coffee. He bounded up to his office eagerly, and looked for his own mug. Nothing. He frowned slightly and went back to the stairs.
"Emma? Seen Ianto?"

"Uh.. Yeah, he said something about archives.."

Jack smiled at her and headed off to the archives, also known as Ianto's secret place. He found the young man filing some of the disorganised mess that had built up over the year. Jack leaned against the door frame, hands in pockets.
"..Hey.."

Ianto ignored him, still filing.
"Look, don't be mad at me... Please.."
Ianto snorted.
"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? Because you demoted me to Tea-boy again?"

"Ianto, please. I just don't want you getting hurt. I.. I don't want to lose you again..."
"But fieldwork is what I do! It's what I enjoy! If I can't do that, why should I work here?"

Jack hesitated and avoided Ianto's gaze.
"...Maybe you shouldn't work here..."
Ianto was silent for a moment. When Jack looked up, he was simply staring at Jack, eyebrow raised.
"I... Shouldn't work here? Jack, Torchwood is all I have. Take that away from me, and you may as well kill me again."

"Ianto! Don't say that!"
"It's true. Torchwood is my life, and yes, it's dangerous, but that's the best bit. You can't wrap me in cotton wool, Jack."

"I just don't want you to die again."
He sounded so mournful and lost, like a child.
"It hurt when you died, it really hurt."
"I'm going to die no matter what, so we may as well just make the most of it while I am alive..."
Ianto's voice was softer now and he put a hand on Jack's arm.
"I know it's hard, but that's life. And life's a bitch."

Jack laughed a little.
"Yeah, I guess so.."
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"So the fight goes on. And you'll be on the front line..."

Ianto smiled at him and gave him a surprised look.
"Jack Harkness, are you saying you actually care about me?"
Jack looked down and swallowed.
"...I think I am, Ianto Jones..."
Ianto grinned widely.
"So the great Jack Harkness has been subdued by a Welsh Tea-boy?"
"Hey," Jack's voice was sharp but caring, "You are so much more than that!"
"I know. I'm Ianto Jones; Cheater of death!"
"No-" Jack pulled his Welshman closer, breathing in the scent he'd spent a decade longing for.
"No. You're amazing." He whispered, ghost of a kiss lingering against Ianto's cheek.

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AN: Wow, ending sucked, eh? I'm sorry... Reviews = Love

AN EDIT: Janto = Heaven... Whoever you are, thank you! The last two lines were written by him/her and they are fantastic! Thank you so much for a brilliant ending to my fic!!