A/N - Thanks for all the lovely reviews, they made me happy though and i'll wait until you read this chapter so you can decide whether or not it made Jack happy. This chapter is quite an emotional rollercoaster (or it was for me when i wrote it). I don't own Torchwood so lets make the most of borrowing them.

Enjoy!

They both understood each other, or so they thought.

Many, many email and message conversations had taken place between the two broken souls.

Both Jack and Ianto were regretting breaking up but knew that it was for the best – for Ianto, even though Jack didn't entirely know why.

Jack had given up begging Ianto to take him back as he knew that any attempt to do so was fruitless and made him sound weak. The last time Jack tried to be spontaneously romantic in an attempt to re-establish their fractured relationship had been two days after the initial end. He had got some song lyrics off the internet and changed them so they were personal to Ianto, who had appreciated the gesture but apparently it wasn't enough to win him over.

And then, on the ninth, something happened that changed them.

Jack red what he had written on that day and it brought back memories both happy and painful, and filled with false hope.

10th January

Yesterday was strange. Good strange or bad strange? Well that's the question. If it gets us back together then its good – obviously, but I won't know anything until later. All I can do now is recount what happened.

It was one of those days when we all have to cover the night shift at the Hub, I won't go into the details of why – it's all in the official records anyway.

Rift activity was at an unusual low so we decided to make the night a bit of a party, we were all on duty so strictly no booze (unhappy Owen) but we rented some movies and settled down on millions of cushions (why there are so many I don't know) to watch them.

It was fantastic, for one night, I could pretend I wasn't alone and that Ianto and I were back together. I should probably explain. We spent the whole evening cuddled up together, sending flirtatious looks and the odd grope here and there. Just like old times. I felt like I was home. And do you know what? He spent the whole time hugging me, normally it's the other way round but it was so nice to think that he cared about me and wanted me close just as I wanted to be close to him. It all seemed so right and just for one night I could be back together with the man I Love.

Mind you – there was one moment that brought back the whole thing. Gwen and Tosh had gone for a bit, to get ice cream I think, and Ianto and I were listening to music. Then this song came on, The man who can't be moved by The Script. I broke down. Lying in his arms, with my tears falling on his stomach. It was really lucky that Owen didn't notice, he was totally immersed in some stupid comic book and so didn't see my stream of silent mourning. Ianto did though. He was so shocked and I don't think he knew what to do, apart from pat my head a little and wish he were someplace else. I stopped crying after a while, before Tosh and Gwen returned and before Owen finished his comic. And the night continued.

When it was time for us to catch a brief wink of sleep, Ianto snuggled into me beneath the blanket and we fell asleep holding hands. The picture of happiness.

It was back to ganging up on me the next morning though. I greeted today through a horde of pillows landing on my face and the duvet being ripped away. Owen and Ianto were to blame. This continued for an age until I had woken myself enough to stagger down to the bathroom and fall asleep on the toilet.

Now here's me, sitting at my desk, waiting for a reply to the email I sent Ianto.

Where are we? Is there hope?

I will wait for an answer, because there is always hope and you can't plan the future.

Ianto had replied. The conversation had gone from them both being confused to Jack accusing Ianto of stirring up the situation to Ianto accusing Jack of trying to pawn the whole thing off on him when it was clearly more Jacks fault. Pretty soon it was a full blown argument until Ianto had dropped that bombshell. That sentence stood out a mile and it hit Jack right on the head. That sentence told Jack how stupid and childish he'd been and how he should have realised, should have been there for the one he loved. The man who said this:

'I'm getting therapy.'

A/N - Oh Noos poor Ianto. Lets all support him by reviewing (hint hint lol)