Jenny waited for him, not knowing where her father took the brothers, but knew of their return when she heard grinding of his TARDIS. She laughed remembering father never mastered the brakes, saying he liked the noise. When she heard the sound again, she knew the Doctor was gone. He was a restless one, her father. Jenny was happy he had stayed as long as he did this time. She put the Captain's metal box down on the dresser, but left a worn photograph on top as she walked to the door just as he opened it.

"Glad you waited up for me," grinned Jack. He shrugged off his coat and hung it on a hook by the door. He slid his braces off his shoulders, and put his hands on her waist to brought her close.

"Jack," she said softly, "Mara said you need to take it slowly."

"I know." He started to back her towards the bed.

"You've been through so much."

"I know," he grinned continuing to press forward.

"There are things I need to tell you."

"I know," he said as he pushed against the corner of the bed.

"Jack," she sighed as gently pressed her hands against his chest.

"What?" he frowned and stepped back. "Don't you want me?"

"I always want you, but we need to talk."

The Captain rolled his eyes in exasperation. Then he spied his metal box on the dresser and looked back at Jenny with uncertainty. "Those are private memories, Jen." He searched her face. "I would have shared them with you eventually. It doesn't change what we have now."

Jen placed her hands around his face and kissed him softly.

He looked down, "I've lived a long time, I've done a lot of things…"

"I just want to talk."

"About what?" He drew her in again.

"Do you remember anything?" she asked quietly. "When you were unconscious, do you remember anything?'

Jack looked at her curiously. "Fragments, nothing I can put together." He shifted position. "Jen, I was so alone then. I don't want to remember. Why are you doing this?"

She reached behind him to pick up the photo off the dresser. "Do you remember seeing him?"

Jenny showed him the photo of a handsome young man in an old-fashioned suit.

His face softened. "Ianto." He took the took the worn photograph from her hand, and said softly, "No, I would have remembered Ianto." He looked back up into her eyes. "Why are you asking this?"

"When I went with you, when we crossed over, he was there...Really there."

"I…I don't understand," Jack stuttered. "What are you saying?"

"Remember when you thought you saw Ianto by Gray's door before the conference. That was real. Somehow the vortex energy that made you immortal passed to him in some way. He is a fylgia now. He is always with you, protecting you."

"I don't remember," Jack shook his head. "Why are you…"

"Because he loves you, Jack, like I love you, maybe even more." Jen put her hands up and held his face. "Because I want you to know, that whatever happens, you are not alone. When I tried to stay with you when you died, I was pulled away. Ianto stayed. He is always has your back."

Jack sat down on the bed, stunned by Jen's words. She picked up his box and opened it, spreading the pictures across the bed.

"All these faces," she said quietly. "I know the pain you feel when you lose someone and have to go on. You don't say anything, but I see it in your eyes." She came closer. "I saw it in his eyes too, when he told me you didn't remember him. I won't betray him, Jack, anymore than I would betray you. You need to know he's real. He's here."

Jack stared at her picked up Ianto's picture again, and traced the young man's face. He put the picture back in the box and turned back to Jenny.

She looked down, "I don't know how many regenerations I have left. The last one…left me so weak." She looked into the Captain's eyes. "I'm not jealous. I'm glad he's with you." She took a deep breath and continued. "I know that when I'm gone, where ever you go, whatever you do, you are loved, Jack. You are not alone." Jenny eyes glistened. "I want you to know that."

Jack sat for a long time, taking in her words. Jen stayed beside him, waiting for his response. Finally he drew her in and kissed her.

"I believe you," he frowned, "but I don't remember." He thought a moment. "Maybe with training. I can talk to him again. You know, when I'm conscious.

"He'd like that." Jens said. "I could teach you."

Jack grinned, "This sounds a bit like a threesome."

"He said you'd say that," she laughed.

"Does he know what we are doing now?" Jack asked with a sly wink, as he wrapped his arms around her again.

"He's in your subconscious, so I don't know."

"Ianto is always a gentleman," Jack smiled.

"Are you sure?" asked Jen.

"Always.

Jack stood and picked up the pictures and letters spread on the bed, carefully placed them back into his box, and slowly closed the lid. He held it for a moment, and then put it back in the drawer.

"Are we good?" Jen asked tentatively as he sat down beside her.

"We're good." He said quietly, taking her hand and drawing her down beside him. "You still want to talk?"

"Yes."

"Did you like him?"

"Very much," Jen said as she thought back. "Smart, brave, funny." She looked deeply in Jack's eyes. "I can see why you love him. I know why he loves you." She wrapped her arms around Jack, pulling him close. "I'll start at the beginning..."

The TARDIS systems happily hummed as the night ebbed away. All her companions were safe in their rooms, some resting more peacefully than others, but the team bonds held: Parent with child, brother with brother, friend with friend, lover with lover. Gallifreyan, Human, Adyan, Flygia, Family. And in the far reaches of an immortal mind, a Fylgia works in one room and then another cataloging, organizing, archiving memories to protect the one he loves, waiting to meet again.

Reader's Note: This is the end of the Captain Chronicles for now. I know my stories are a bit different, set in a possible future, and I thank my readers for staying with me. I especially thank those who reviewed or sent me a message about the work. I knew the stories are being read, but I'm grateful to hear what people think about them. It helps me grow as a writer and keeps me going.

There is an embryo of another story stirring in the back of my mind. Although I love the new Doctor Who episodes, I was disappointed that the Captain wasn't asked back for the 50th, so ...I may come up with a story myself. Really like the actor for the new Doctor so I'll wait to see how he plays the role.. LOL Star Kayak