AN: Poor sods, eh? Now, I feel the need to clarify some things…I know Martha went with The Doctor and Jack, dropped Jack off at Cardiff and then told the Timelord some elaborate story and then went off to be with her family, but as stated in the summary- this is AU. Besides…who needs Martha when you've got the boys? And…yes, I'm also aware that in the series, Jack goes straight back to Torchwood after it all. However…I like the idea of him and boys sticking around for a while. Plus…in my head…it lines things up for the second fic in this series.

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With the press of a few buttons, The Doctor sent the old ship into the vortex. He cleared his throat softly and glanced at his sons. "Go get cleaned up…maybe have something to eat, and then come back here; then we'll talk. Also…if you see Jack, tell him to meet as here as well," he didn't wait for a response; he simply strolled from the room in order to go shower and change. The brother's shared a wretched glance and then each went off in search of a bathroom.

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Once Jack had washed off over a years worth of blood and grime off himself, changed his clothes and had a little bit to eat, he made his way to the console room. It was empty; as he suspected. He supposed that the three Timelords were doing what he'd just done. He ran a hand along the console and smiled slightly when he felt the familiar presence of the TARDIS hum in his mind. He sighed and shook his head thoughtfully. Right… he hadn't had much time to deal with the whole Ianto-and-Owem-being-Timelords-and-brothers-and-the-whole-both-of-them-being-The-Doctor's-sons deal. Nor had he got much of a chance to talk with them about it. He decided however…that like they said, they were different, but still kind of the same as the guys they knew as humans. However, the Timelord deal wasn't currently that important. He was quite concerned about the pair- Ianto more so, as he also had become The Master's whipping boy. He was also worried about The Doctor, too. So, yes…in short, the Captain was concerned about all three of them; especially since they'd lost someone today…even if he had been a complete, and utter, vile little bastard. Another object of his concern, was explaining everything to Tosh and Gwen when they time came. However, that too…was also fairly small at the moment. The other's came before him, he'd be fine; he always was…but would the Timelord's?

"Hey," a voice greeted softly, breaking the Captain from his thoughts. He glanced up to see the two young Timelord's entering the room- evidently; it was Owen who had spoken. They'd showered and changed; with Owen dressed in something similar to what he'd been wearing previously, and Ianto dressed in jeans and a shirt. Jack found it a bit weird, but at the same time; he liked it.

"Hi," the immortal agreed. He was going to say more, but decided against it when the younger Timelord crossed the room and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around him in response, and glanced between the two other men. "Are you two okay?"
"I'm fine," Owen responded simply, strolling over and touching the control panel affectionately. After several moments, Ianto pulled away.
"Yeah…" he agreed cryptically "What about you? I mean…you were killed so much," he paused and sighed heavily. "We're all really sorry about that."
"Seriously…it shouldn't have happened," Owen agreed, nodding slightly.
"Hey…save the apologies, yeah? It wasn't your fault," The Captain countered, shaking his head "Answer me honestly now, though. How are the pair of you?"
"I…I really thought he would regenerate," the younger brother stated, a look of anguish washing over his face.
"Me too…" Owen agreed quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"How did you know him?" Jack questioned gently.
"We grew up around him…he was always there. Him and dad were best friends…and at some point, he just started to change," the elder brother mused softly. He then shook his head and glanced between them "Any injuries you want me to look at?"
"No…the immortalities taking care of it."
"Lev?"
The Doctor walked into the room and strolled over to them- he leant against the console. He remained silent for a few moments- simply watching them. "Any injuries?" he questioned; not really knowing what else he was meant to say.
"Not me no…and I just asked these two…." The elder brother trailed off, shrugging.
"I'm okay," Jack paused and shook his head. "Listen…I'm gonna give you guys a little while."

"You don't have to," The eldest Timelord told him.
"I know, but I'm going to anyway," Jack gave them a kind smile and left the room. The Doctor sighed. Since Ianto was closest, he pulled him into his arms. "Are you all right, Levis?" Ianto hugged his father back in response, and nodded.
"I'm okay, dad," he promised. The embrace lingered for a moment, and then The Doctor pulled away, giving his youngest a sad smile. He then repeated his actions and his question to his eldest son. "I'm all right," Owen agreed, pulling away after a few moments.
"You're not though…" Ianto stated, glancing at his father.
"No…but neither are you two, not really," The Doctor countered, running a hand through his hair.
"No, but we're sorry dad…that he didn't regenerate," the elder son said. The Doctor nodded a look of anguish on his features.
"Me too," he agreed, slipping an arm around each of his sons. "Now…be honest…are you sure neither of you are hurt?" he questioned, giving his youngest son a pointed look.

"Got some cuts and bruises, nothing major. The chains have left marks on my wrists, as I'm sure they have for the pair of you, and Jack. I've also got a head ache…but really, that's it," Ianto promised, shrugging dismissively.
"Head ache?" his brother questioned warily.
"Mental assault."
"I'm sorry…" The Doctor sighed, shaking his head "I'm sorry it was you. It should've been me."
"No, it shouldn't been me," Owen corrected.
"It shouldn't have been anyone, okay? Just stop!" Ianto snapped. He then grimaced and shook his head. "Sorry...But listen…I'm fine, I'm not really hurt that bad."

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After a while, The Doctor had left his sons and went off to find Jack- he'd wanted to talk to him separately, before the immortal and his sons left. Unfortunately…they would be leaving. It was inevitable… He found the Captain in the library. "Jack," he greeted. The immortal turned away from the book case he'd been studying, and nodded.
"Hey, Doc," he agreed tentatively. "Are you all right?" The Timelord questioned glancing at him in concern.
"Hey, don't worry about me, okay? I'm fine, any damage will heal. What are you though?"
"Always am," The Doctor agreed nodding. Both men attempted to pretend that they weren't unsatisfied with the other's answer. The Timelord moved over to the other man and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jack…I am so sorry about what happened to you. I never should've put you in such danger."

"Doctor! I don't blame you, okay? So, please…don't blame yourself," Jack pleaded. The Doctor sighed and looked away, because he did blame himself, for everything that happened. Including The Master's death. "So…Ianto and Owen are your sons," the captain commented, hoping to cheer his old friend up.
"Yeah. Well…those are their human names, I know them by different names, and they know each other by different names- their Gallifreyan nicknames. They respond to either though…" The Doctor agreed, rubbing the back of his neck "Come on… the boys are probably waiting, and there are some things we need to talk about."

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A little while later, Jack and The Doctor were stood outside the control room, watching the two young Timelord's. The brother's were sat against the bottom of the console, next to each other and talking softly. "They always were close…" The Doctor mused softly.
"As humans…they didn't really like each other, but I'll tell you about that in a little while."
The Timelord frowned and nodded- the pair then strolled into the room.
"Hello," Ianto greeted.
"We were just talking," Owen remarked, standing up. He then clasped his brother's hand and pulled him to his feet. "And we don't want to go back yet…"
After giving him a grateful look, the younger brother sighed and nodded in agreement.
"Well…you don't have to- any of you. I can still take you back to the same point in time, no matter how long you stay here…" The Doctor stated unnecessarily.
"Jack?" the elder brother questioned. The Captain nodded immediately.
"I think it's a good idea for us to stay for a while. To be honest…I think we all need each, and some time right now."
"Good…it'll be wonderful to travel with you all again," The Doctor remarked, half smiling.
Ianto nodded, looking a little happier and patting the console affectionately.
"Hey, I'm just curious…You know when the pair of you were taken from the Himalayas? Well…what's happened now? I mean…did the pair of you just vanish randomly, now that it's all been reversed?" Jack questioned the two younger Timelords.
"Um…" Owen sighed.
"Damn. I'd forgotten about that," Ianto grunted.
"They would've just disappeared, a while after you did," The Doctor explained.
"Tosh and Gwen must be worried sick," The Captain commented, feeling a bit guilty.
"What will you tell them, once you'd returned?" The eldest Timelord asked, glancing between the other three.

"The truth," the elder brother replied, without a moments hesitation.
"Yes," Jack agreed, nodding.
"Right," The Doctor acknowledged, shrugging. The all absorbing pain and sadness sat heavily in his chest, but he forced himself to hide it, a quick glance at his son's eyes told him that they, too, were feeling it. Like his, their eyes always had been expressive, even if their faces hid all. He masked his own pain, because it was easier and because he was their father…he was meant to be strong for them. "Now…Jack told me that the pair of you didn't really get on as humans…"
The Captain repressed a sigh; because he new what they were all doing; pretending they were okay, when they weren't. Yes, it certainly seemed like the two young Timelord's were very similar to their father. He chuckled slightly, as they brothers exchanged a slightly guilty look.
"Ummm…" The younger brother remarked simply.
"Would you rather I told him?" Jack teased, hoping to lighten the mood.
"It's not a big thing…" Owen stated quickly, shaking his head.
"Go on Atrum."
"Go on Levis."
"Jack?" The Doctor queried, half smiling.
"As Owen said…not really a massive deal. Basically; they just didn't get on. They argued, they sneered, jibed and traded insults. They never really fought, but it was awkward. It's strange to see the pair of you getting on so well," the Captain directed the last part at the two young Timelords, intentionally leaving out the part about where Ianto shot Owen in the shoulder whilst they were human.
"Yeah, as Timelord's we've always been close. Since we're only two years apart in age…this guy's been here for as long as I've known," the elder brother remarked, nudging Ianto.
Jack smiled sadly, thinking of how close he'd once been with his own little brother, before he'd let go of his hand… "You really always have been this close…for as long as I can remember," The Doctor agreed, his tone carefully neutral, looking around as he tried to avoid anyone seeing the pain in his eyes; he was thinking of how close he and The Master had been once…how they'd been like brothers, even though they shared no blood.

There was a moment in which everyone was trying to control and hide their sorrow. "Anyway," The Doctor grunted, clearing his throat.
"Yeah. I…" Ianto trailed off and shook his head sadly, looking a bit anguished.
"Wanna know about our human lives, dad? Or at least…our time at Torchwood?" the elder brother suggested.
"Yeah…I was wondering what your human counter parts got up to," The Doctor acknowledged, extremely thankful for the subject change. Owen and Ianto each told their tale of the time they spent as a human, both of them leaving certain bits out.

The Master may be dead, but unfortunately…life had to move on. However…for the moment, the four of them would take a brief time out, and make up from the time they'd been kept apart, trying to heal their wounds. What more could they do, other than move on? All four of them were quite good at running away…but that didn't get rid of their emotions.