Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who, if I did Jack and Ianto would have gotten the happy ending they deserved and Owen and Tosh would still be alive.

Chapter 9

With hot tears in her eyes, and hate and heartbreak burning in her soul, Gwen cursed Jack and Ianto's new relationship. She didn't think it was possible but she truly hated Jack Harkness. And to top it all off, she felt like a fool; she had wasted so much time and energy on getting Jack Harkness and then he went and fell in love with some boy meant to be taking his picture. "Fuck you, Jack Harkness and your boy toy," Gwen saluted as she drowned her glass of hyper vodka.

A cunning smile spread across Adam Smith's face as his eyes landed on the fuming form of Gwen Cooper. It was like fate had brought her into his bar to drowning her sorrows with a bottle of hyper vodka. 'This is too perfect,' he thought as he moved towards his prey. Thanks to the information Mary had given him, Adam knew all about Gwen's obsession with Jack and her attempts to worm her way into his bed. From the way she was throwing back her drinks it looked like she had failed miserably.

As he neared her Adam found that her mind was an open book to him and he nearly shivered at how easy it was going to be to manipulate her. 'This is far too easy! You would think Jack would test the mental shields of all those who work for him.' He fought back a smirk as he reached his mind out to enter hers. With a little nudge here and a tiny push there, he intensified her feelings of rage, hurt and heartbreak. Then he made quick work of filling her mind with endless thoughts of revenge on Jack Harkness and his new lover, Ianto Jones.

"Jack's a fool for not seeing what's right before his eyes." Adam greeted Gwen, who jumped in her seat as he slid into the empty side of her booth. "I know how to treat a woman and I know that a woman like you, Gwen Cooper, deserves to be treated like a Queen. Help me destroy Jack Harkness and I will give you whatever you want." He poured on the charm and he could see that he was winning her over, and it was just so damned easy to manipulate her as he pressed a kiss onto her hand.

Hate blazed in Gwen's eyes even as her lips curled up into a smile and she leaned in closer to Jack's rival, a man Jack hated with passion. "I want to lay Ianto's broken and battered body at Jack's feet. I want to see the heartbreak in Jack's eyes when he realise that that's the last image he will ever have in this world." Jack would regret choosing Ianto over her if it was the last thing she ever did.

Adam shivered as the image of his broken rival's final defeat played out right before his eyes. "Oh Miss Cooper, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. You will have your revenge, I promise you."

For a brief moment, Gwen wondered if she would regret siding with the devil, but the need for revenge was far too strong for her to think clearly.

Harold sighed as he was greeted by a sight that was quickly becoming very familiar to him, his husband starring at nothing with a worried look on his face. "I could always go and collect Mister Jones and Miss Sato for you." He offered his usual offer for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past few weeks.

John blinked as he came out of his thoughts and he forced a weak smile on his face as he moved towards his husband. "It would do no good. Jack would just come for Ianto again only this time he would hide Ianto somewhere we could never find him. Plus, Jack Harkness is a lot of things but he would not hold Ianto or Tosh against their will. No, they're still with Jack and his gang because they want to be."

A confused look came over Harold's face. "Then what has got you so worried?"

"Jack Harkness has enemies, dangerous enemies that are always looking for his weaknesses and anyone who knows Jack knows that those he loves are his greatest weakness." Harold narrowed his eyes; there was something his husband wasn't telling him.

"John…?" he prompted slowly.

John actually looked at him sheepishly. "Donna and Rhiannon aren't exactly happy with me for not sending you after Ianto."

Harold waited patiently. "And…?"

"I think Donna's planning to do me bodily harm."

It took all of Harold's self-control not to burst into laughter; his husband sounded so small and woebegone. "I wouldn't put it past her, Ianto is her baby cousin after all." Harold wasn't at all surprised by Donna's threat, given the fact that she'd slapped John more than once when the man was in one of his daft modes. No, Harold Saxon would not put it past Donna to plot John's downfall if something were to happen to Ianto.

John pouted. "But I don't want Donna to hurt me!" he whined pathetically.

"Well, the only way I could think of to stop her would be to let her see first-hand that Ianto's okay. Why don't you see if Jack's willing to meet for a family dinner." Harold meant for the last part to be a joke but the look in John's eyes had him groaning.

"That's a brilliant idea!" John began to bounce on the balls of his feet.

Harold could only sigh; it would be no use trying to talk his husband out of the idea; like young Mr Jones, John saw the best in everyone. 'It explains why men like Harkness and myself are lucky enough to gain their love.'

After Jack had carried Ianto off, the rest of the couples present seemed to drift off for their own private parties, which left Tosh alone with Martha, something that Tosh had being avoiding. Despite her impressive bravado in front of Jack, she wasn't sure how to act around Martha who hadn't hidden her interest in Tosh.

"Like I said, I won't bit unless you ask me to." Martha purred her words in a low, teasing voice, but her eyes were serious; she wanted a relationship with Tosh.

Tosh bit her lower lip; she knew that Diane would not want Tosh wasting her life away mourning her. And Martha stirred feelings in her that Tosh had been sure were long dead since Diane's death. "What if I want you to bite me?" Tosh's voice was soft as she looked up at Martha coyly from under her eyelashes.

Martha moved closer and cupped Tosh's face with her hands. "Then I will make sure to bite you very, very gently," she whispered, her breath ghosting across Tosh's lower lip and Tosh was lost. She surged forward and pressed her lips against Martha's leaving no doubt what she wanted.

As Jack had predicted, it was three days before he and Ianto emerged from their bedroom. It was quite clear what they had been up to; there was not an inch of Ianto's neck that wasn't marked and from the possessive hold Jack had on the young man's waist, Ianto Jones was finally Jack's.

Martha grinned at her friend. "Have fun?" she asked, sharing a smile with Tosh as the two men entered the dining room.

Jack just grinned as he took his seat and pulled his blushing Welshman into his lap, Jack wasn't quite ready to let him go just yet. "Oh yeah." He loved the way Ianto's blush grew darker and he kissed Ianto's cheek as he pictured all the places touched by that blush.

Tosh leaned forward and with a teasing smile on her face she asked Jack, "So, Jack, just how far does that blush of Ianto's go?"

Jack's grin grew impossibly wider as his eyes twinkled. "Sorry, Tosh, but that knowledge is for me and me alone. Of course, I suppose I could always share if Martha is willing to share how far Tosh's blush goes." From the possessive aura Martha had around Tosh it was clear the two women were finally together.

Martha growled playfully as she wrapped her arm around Tosh's shoulders and pulled her close to her body. "Sorry, Jack, but no one will ever know how far my kitten blushes." And to Jack and Martha's utter delight their two lovers blushed darkly.

TBC…