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"Now what in Rassilon's name did you do that for?" The Doctor exclaimed, glaring up at Owen. "Is that Torchwood's policy then, shoot first and ask questions later? That's what I hate about you military types. Always with the guns!"

He stood, the Captain's body still safely captured in his arms, and made for Jack's office. Ianto was still staring in shock. He took a step forward after it subsided, realised the moment had passed, stopped, and looked away. He was glad Gwen and Owen, in front as they were, hadn't seen. But at the same time, he resented them for being in front of him, resented the Doctor for catching Jack (although he was grateful that Jack had been caught at all). And he definitely hated Owen at the moment for shooting Jack. Ianto was a wreck.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going? What are you doing?" Owen shouted after him.

"In case you haven't noticed, he needs a doctor. I think I'm the most qualified here?"

He carried Jack into the office, closed the door behind him, and then looked for somewhere he could lay Jack until he came round. A couch in the corner served his purpose perfectly. It was a few minutes before Jack gasped, the panic finally catching up with him. His eyes were shot with pure terror, and the shock of coming back again almost had him hyperventilating. His deaths flashed before him, each more vivid than the last. His time on the Valiant… Before he knew it, there were tears, and he clutched at anything in reach.

"Shh…shhh…it's alright Jack. It's the Doctor. Hello! We're in your office. Your team's outside. They're alive. The Paradox has gone kaplooey. Interesting word, kaplooey. Never used it before. Well…I say never, but there was this one time when -"

The Doctor tried his best to comfort Jack, not even bothered that Jack had taken hold of his suit and was dragging him closer. Two minutes were all that Jack needed to calm down and let go of the Doctor.

"Thanks." He said, taking a deep breath. The Doctor only nodded.

The team hadn't moved, but were standing, just inside the entrance, looking at each other.

"Well?" Tosh asked, "What should we do?"

Gwen shook her head.

'It's the doctor. Jack's doctor." Ianto commented, holstering his gun with an intense look on his face. The team looked at him. "What? Jack kept talking about a doctor. A special one. I figure, Jack trusts him, we trust him."

"Ianto, that might not be Jack." Gwen spoke slowly, enunciating every word so that the gap in her teeth became even more prominent. "He hasn't even come back to life! He abandoned us!"

Ianto just stared at her. After awhile, he said simply, "I believe in him."

"Fat lot of good that does, teaboy. What do you think Jack is, Tinkerbell? He's not going to come back just because you clap your hands and believe in him!"

Despite Owen's words, his voice wavered, as if he too, were hoping for a miracle, but couldn't bear to look.

"Let's just go and see, shall we?" Tosh asked, leading the way to Jack's office. After a slight hesitation, they all followed her like a lost flock of sheep, grateful for a leader, any leader. Tosh lead them past their workstations to the closed office door, but couldn't bring herself to open it. She looked at the others, pleading for help. Gwen stepped forwards, but Ianto pushed past her, reached for the doorknob and fell forwards through the somehow already opened door and into Jack's surprised arms.

"Whoah there!" Jack exclaimed, steadying Ianto and pulling him into a close embrace. Ianto's eyes had fluttered shut as he stumbled, but even in the darkness, he knew Jack. He knew this. He knew Jack's touch, how Jack's arms felt around him, Jack's scent surrounding him, those 51st century pheromones making his head spin. There was no way this wasn't Jack. Just as he was about to announce his conclusion to the team, Jack pulled back. Ianto opened his eyes, looking up in surprise, slightly hurt, until Jack stepped back towards him and their mouths met, brushed feather-light against each other until Ianto press forward and claimed a real kiss.

"Yep." Owen remarked dryly, "Definitely Jack. No doubt there. We'd better get back to work before he thinks there's a line."

Tosh hid a smile and wandered away to her workstation, nudging Gwen (who's eyes had bulged as Jack had appeared and then – and then! – kissed Ianto.) to do the same. Owen tried to sneak away, eyes averted.

"Owen!" Jack barked, having pulled Ianto to his side.

Damn. Why did Owen always have to have the rotten luck? He turned, slowly.

"Be reasonable Jack, it was just a bullet. A test. I mean, it's not like it actually did any damage, right? You came back. We've been tracking these shapeshifter things. Had to make sure you weren't a danger, right?"

"Owen. You shot me. Again! What the hell were you thinking? How is that a test?"

"Maybe he has a morbid curiosity with death, sir."

Jack winced.

"Look Jack. I'm sorry about shooting you – again – but it was necessary, alright? You didn't tell anyone you were leaving, you didn't tell anyone you were back. What were we meant to think? I was just putting the safety of the team first. Without you around to play heroics, we have to look out for each other. And you're immortal. What's a little bullet wound if you can't die?"

"Painful." Muttered Ianto. Jack couldn't agree more.

A/N: Normally, I detest notes. 'Specially at the end. If you liked this, please review. Cause otherwise...well, I won't think it's good enough to continue