Ianto went straight to his car, got inside and took out his mobile phone. He dialled Jack's number. He was one of the few people that had Jack's number. He had given it to Ianto while he was serving his suspension after the Lisa incident. He wanted Ianto to know that he was there for him, after all that had happened. With trembling hands, Ianto held the phone to his ear.

"Come on, Jack, answer….please," he closed his eyes.

Jack felt the phone vibrating in his waistcoat pocket. John looked at him.

"Ianto, I presume." He nodded to Jack. "Answer it, Jack. Let 'im know your alright."

Jack took out the phone and pressed the ignore button, then switched the phone off.

Ianto looked at his phone. "No! Jack!"

"Oh, that is going to piss him off royally. You could have talked to him you know."

"I don't think so.

"There something I wanna ask you, Jack. You lied to the others about Ianto."

Jack frowned. "How so?"

"You said he'd die if I jumped with him. That human couldn't jump. You lied. We're human, Jack. Admittedly, you're from in the future, and me, well…."

"The less they know the better."

"You trust them, then." John laughed. "I could take Ianto anywhere I wanted, within reason. Air permitting, of course."

"But you really want me, right?"

"Oh, you are so right, Jacky, baby. I have missed you, you know.""Sorry I can't say the same."

John shook his head. "No, you're not." He took another swig from the bottle. "Sure you won't join me?"

Jack shook his head.

"Okay, here's the plan. We go to the Hotel tomorrow and I conclude my business there. Then we go to that lovely little planet, Tragon Delta, and live out the rest of my days. You however, being immortal, will be able to find another lover, or two or three." John laughed.

"No funny."

"Wasn't meant to be, Jack. You'll get everything you need from me. No waiting for lover boy to put out."

Jack stood, taking a few steps towards John.

"Go ahead Jack, but remember, if anything happens to me, Ianto Jones is toast."

Jack moved towards the passage leading to the front door. "I can't stay in here til morning. Let's at least go out somewhere."

John opened his wrist band, punched in a number and grabbed Jacks arm. In a flash of white light, they were gone.

Ianto punched in redial, and waited for the number to connect to Jack's phone. 'The number you have dialled has been switched off. Please try later' Ianto put the phone on the seat beside him and rested his head against the steering wheel. Tears spilled from his eyes, but no sound escaped his lips.

"What's 'e doin', Tosh?" asked Owen.

"Just sitting in his car."

"Shouldn't we see if he's alright?" said Gwen.

"No, let 'im be for now. 'e'll be back when 'e's ready."

Ianto lifted his head and slammed his left hand into the steering wheel until his knuckles bled.

Pushing the car door open, Ianto got out and looked across the Bay. The sun was shinning and shimmered off the water. After a few minutes, he got back in his car, started the engine and drove off.

"He's on the move," said Tosh.

"Okay, keep trackin' 'im, and bring up Jack's tracker on the other monitor. Gwen, you keep an eye on Jack."

"I can't find him!" said Tosh in a worried voice.

"What do you mean, you can't find 'im? He can't 'ave just disappeared!"

"He could if he and John Hart jumped," said Gwen.

"No. Jack wouldn't."

"Wouldn't he, to protect Ianto."

"'e'd stay and fight. 'e wouldn't just give in. Not Jack Harkness."

"Maybe he doesn't have a choice this time."

"There's always a choice for 'im."

"Ianto just stopped at his flat."

"Good, maybe 'e's changed 'is mind. Keep trackin' 'im."

"What are you going to do, Owen?"

"Jack must 'ave a file on Captain John Hart. I'm goin' down to Archives and see if I can find it. You stop 'ere with Tosh and watch, just in case Jack reappears."

Ianto opened the door to his flat and went straight to the bathroom. He washed the dry blood off of his hand and put a large plaster over the scrapped knuckles. Next, he went into his bedroom. Taking off his jacket, Ianto started to undress. He flung his clothes on the bed and got out a pair of faded jeans and a polo shirt. After changing, Ianto took a box from the top of his wardrobe, and placed it on the bed. Taking off the lid, Ianto knelt on the carpet beside the bed. He looked into the box and carefully took out his old gun that he was issued when he was with Torchwood One. He'd kept it after the Cyberman attack at Canary Wharf. Well, it wasn't as if anyone had asked him for it back. He'd kept a few thing from his days there, but right now, this one was the most important. He'd left the gun he was issued when joining Torchwood Cardiff in his locker.

Getting to his feet, Ianto put on a jacket and placed the gun in the inside pocket. He checked in the mirror to make sure it wasn't too bulky. It wasn't. Moving quickly, he went to the front door, shutting it behind him. Minutes later, he was back in his car and heading out of Cardiff.

"He's leaving Cardiff. Heading towards Newport I'd say." Tosh told Gwen.

Gwen touched her coms devise. "Owen? Ianto is going to Newport."

"Be right up. Got the file."

Minutes later, Owen was standing next to Gwen, brown folder in hand.

"There's no way I'm stayin' 'ere, Owen."

"Okay. Tosh, keep monitoring Ianto and Jack. Let us know if Jack comes back online. Gwen and I are goin' after Ianto."

Gwen followed Owen over to the sliding door and out through the Information Centre. Owen handed the file to Gwen.

"You can read it to me on the way."

"I'm scared, Owen," Gwen confessed.

"Yeah, me, too," he admitted.

They smiled at each other.

John let go of Jack's arm, as they landed on Tragon Delta.

"What do you think you're doing?"

John shrugged. "You wanted to go out somewhere. Thought we'd have a proper drink. I always loved the bars here. So...atmospheric, wouldn't you say?"

Jack sighed heavily and strode off towards the nearest bar.

"That's more like the old Jack," John remarked, following him.

Inside the bar, all manner of alien and human life mingled around the central circular bar. Jack ordered a Bourbon, and downed it in one, ordering another. John smiled, seating himself beside Jack.

"I'll have the same as him, and keep them coming."

Jack eventually sat down, he had to. The bar was beginning to look hazy. Too many Bourbons, not enough food.

"You still got that room upstairs?" John asked the barman.

"Yep." he handed John the key.

"I owe you one," he winked. "Come on, Jack. Let's take you somewhere to sleep it off."

Putting Jack's arm around his shoulder, John lead him out into a corridor that lead to a flight of stair. Going up then slowly, John guided Jack.

"Just a little further. Nearly there."

Stopping outside a green door, John leaned Jack against the wall while he unlocked it. Pushing the door open, John went back for Jack. Together, they entered the darkened room. Putting Jack down on the bed, John smiled wickedly as he pushed Jack back and put his feet onto the bed.

"Time to get reacquainted, my love." he said, as he kissed Jack passionately. To his surprise and delight, Jack returned the kiss, taking John into his arms.

"Oh, I have missed you, Jack Harkness." he said between kisses.