So, I got this review a couple days ago, and it was exactly what I think I needed. Lately, I've been horribly busy with finals and a bunch of stuff you all don't really care about. Anyway, I hope this chapter will help with that confusion if anyone else has it. AND to the person who left that review, next time leave your name, please! I always need critical feedback, especially since my beta is a little biased. : D
I don't own, honestly.

"Love, who was that?" Harry asked, not looking from the telly.

"It was Albus again. He's been looking for you. I told him I haven't seen you. 'Course, he knew better, but he's being nice about your space. Jack's called a few times, too. I think you should call him back. He seemed…" Draco paused thoughtfully, "I can't think of the word. He sounded like he needed to talk to you. I think something is going on." Harry sighed at his husband's comment.

"Damn." The dark-haired wizard breathed, "I'll call him back, then."

Harry walked to the kitchen of his house and pulled the phone off the wall. He couldn't recall when exactly it had been that he convinced Draco that Muggle technology was their friend. Harry was thankful that his partner finally gave in, though.

"Hello?" said a voice Harry hadn't heard in years.

"Ianto?" He questioned loudly. So loudly, in fact, that Draco apparently felt the need to appear in the kitchen, confused look in tow.

"I thought you called Jack." the blond whispered, eyebrows furrowed.

"I did!" Harry hissed sharply.

"Hello?" said the voice again, "Harry, is that you?"

"Yeah, Yan. It's me." Harry smiled fondly at the old nickname.

"Nice to talk to you, Potter. How've you been?" Ianto said. He was definitely grinning.

"I've been quite alright, Mr. Jones. How 'bout you? You working for Torchwood now, under Jack?" Ianto choked on a laugh, and Harry asked if his friend was okay.

"I'm completely fine, Harry. Its just... that's even more true than you think," the wizard heard the smile in Ianto's voice and laughed at the unexpected double entendre.

"How is the old man, now? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Very, very good, if you know what I mean." They both chuckled.

"You want to talk to him? He's right here." Ianto glanced at his lover whose hands were currently grasping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white.

"Why not? He's been trying to talk to me for a while, hasn't he?" Harry laughed and Ianto grinned again.

"That he has. Here, I'll put it on speaker... better that way. You know how Jack drives. I don't want to die today." The Welshman put the cell phone on a device for that purpose.

"Harry, I'm going to sound like an ass, but why the hell haven't you called me?" Jack growled.

"Jack, I've been trying to keep to myself. After I got married and had the kids-" Harry was cut off abruptly.

"You had kids?!" Ianto shouted. He shot a wide-eyed, incredulous look at Jack.

"Two, Yan. You know I've always loved kids. In fact, I didn't just want them, I think I needed them. Arabel and Sam are my life. I love them both so much." Harry's voice was far away as he described his children.

"You'd love them; both of you would. Arabel just turned four and she is so much like Draco it's actually astonishing. And Sam, oh Merlin, he got my good looks, that's for sure."

Draco returned to the kitchen as Harry laughed. The blond wrapped his hands around Harry's neck gently and kissed his head.

"I can't believe it, Harry. I really don't. Right out of Uni?" asked Ianto.

"Oh! Ianto! You still don't know." The wizard's laugh shook Draco, still holding onto Harry, and he frowned.

"What don't I know, Potter?" came the reply.

"I was never actually in university. That whole thing was to get closer to you. I always thought the perpetual lack of schoolbooks might have tipped you off." Harry snorted into the phone.

"Harry, I wasn't concerned with your schoolbooks when we lived together. Especially when Draco was over for the night... or the day." As the wizard heard this, he winked at his husband who smiled back.

"Ianto, time and place." Jack smiled despite himself.

"Its funny though," the Welshman chortled. The American's smile fell from his face as he got serious.

"Okay, to the main reason we called you, Harry. There is a creature in your Forbidden Forest and Dumbledore called me to help. He doesn't think its magical and one of my team thinks they've has figured out what it might be."

"Why did you need me?" Harry asked, confused.

"You're the only person I know that can navigate the Forbidden Forest at all competently. I would get Dumbledore to find Hagrid, make this whole thing a bit easier on all of us, but I know how he's after Aragog at the moment." Ianto looked at his lover, trying very hard not to stare as if he'd grown a third head.

"Sir-" he started to correct Jack's thinking.

"He's gotten past that, Jack. That was my sixth year! He'll be fine to show you around."

"You don't have to help me, Harry. I just thought it would be good for you. No one has talked to you and checked up. I heard that the Doctor tried to get a hold of you and you didn't answer." Jack didn't know how honest that last statement really was, but judging by the lengths Dumbledore had gone to even get Jack's attention, the Captain didn't doubt the Doctor had been called at some point.

"He left me when I needed him, Harkness, and you bloody well know that. If it wasn't for you and Draco, I don't think I could have finished school. Fuck, Jack. I don't want to talk to him. He promised me he would come back!" Harry's voice had completely lost its joviality in his anger. Draco came closer to his husband, and even tried to grab the phone in case he became angrier.

"He had to save the world. He lost someone extremely close to him. He found Rose again, Harry. Rose. You know how hard it was to leave her the first time. You've heard his stories." Jack pleaded with his friend, begging understanding.

Harry didn't say anything for a long moment, and wrapped one of his arms tightly around Draco instead. He remembered Rose from the stories Jack mentioned, of course. The 'blonde girl with a Union Jack on her shirt'.

Finally, he sighed.

"When do you need me at Hogwarts?"