Hi, yes, yeah, okay, (all right,) I know I said I didn't think I'd post another Torchwood fic before the New Year, but only fools never change their minds, right? (... that's a very French idiom, oops)

(Spoilers of part of what is in this fic) Plume-now came one day when I was in a cloud of fluff (just kidding) and told me "What if Ianto could have Jack's immortality?" and I was like "hahahahaahaahaha nope, the angst. I never thought of that, you monster. LET'S WRITE THIS." because I'm weird?

So that's for her, + she wrote me a Janto fic without me asking so I'm happy + she's just amazing actually, so she deserves this! + the title is 100% a Hamilton reference because she also loves it. So I hope you like it :D

(I'll update everyday I think? It's rather short. Don't hesitate to leave a review!)

"I can give you what you want," the alien muttered.

It looked a lot like a last-minute crazy sentence to buy more time or hope for mercy. Ianto put more weight on the alien which sort of choked, as far as Ianto could tell.

"You'd do me a great favour by shutting your mouth," Ianto mumbled and taped his comm. "Jack, I won't wait forever."

"On my way!" Jack's voice cracked in his comm then faded away.

Ianto sighed and looked down. He was sitting on an alien – now, that wasn't a sentence you could say everyday – who had escaped by the rift from some prison, and had tried to kill a bunch of people. Ianto had run after it briefly, until the gravity and pressure of the air had helped him by setting the alien off (apparently, jumping was rather efficient on his home-planet. Not so on Earth.) Ianto had taken advantages of this to jump – properly, applying to Earth's laws of physics – and tackle the alien, pining it to the ground very efficiently and Ianto had to give Jack this; he was way more competent in straddling people on the floor than he had been before making out with Jack. Not that thinking about Jack now was a good idea.

"I can give him what you want," the alien said, apparently still thinking it would get enough of Ianto's attention.

Problem was, it did. Ianto frowned and looked at the alien in the eye – well that must have been his eye.

"Who?"

"I can make him mortal again," the alien grinned – again, that must have been a grin.

Ianto knew he shouldn't, but a part of him wanted to believe that crazy alien and he did the most unprofessional thing in his job: he let his guards down. It was quick, but way enough for the alien to escape. The alien didn't, and that confused Ianto even more.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"Ianto!"

Ianto's head snapped up and he looked at Jack, then back at the alien, clenching his fist on whatever cloth it was wearing. He let go when Jack stopped next to him and helped him.

"Are you okay?" Jack frowned as they had just put the alien in the back of the SUV.

"Yeah," Ianto shrugged as he climbed in the passenger seat.

"Sure?" Jack insisted, worry on his face.

"I'm fine, Jack," Ianto snapped, and Jack looked surprised. "Just... tired. Can we go home?"

Jack sighed, nodded with a small smile, and started the car.

They put the alien in a cell and, as it was no direct threat, they left it there for the night, Jack taking Ianto home.

Ianto lay awake in his bed, unable to think about anything else than the alien's words. It was stupid, really. But he kept wondering. What if...? What if what, exactly? Someone could magically cure Jack? Ianto wasn't that naive, but God how he wished it were possible.

"Penny for your thoughts," Jack said eventually.

"Mmh?" Ianto replied, looking briefly at Jack then away. "Nothing, I just..."

"Overthinking a bit too much, huh?" Jack smiled, nuzzling against his neck.

Ianto couldn't suppress the shudder than ran through his body, and he stroked Jack's hair as he became aware of his heart pounding in his chest.

"Would you?" Ianto suddenly stuttered.

"What?" Jack asked, kissing his collarbone.

"If you could, would you get rid of your immortality?" Ianto breathed out.

Jack froze, his lips on Ianto's skin. Then he slowly looked up and frowned.

"What?" He repeated, pain in his eyes.

"I just... wonder," Ianto tried to justify himself.

Jack studied him for a while then looked away.

"Right now? No. I feel... I feel okay here, with you. With the team. I wouldn't change that," Jack slowly said against Ianto's skin.

He kissed his chest, unless it was his heart, and held his hand, holding on it tightly.

"But..." Ianto offered, sensing there was more to it.

"But I... I don't know. I can't imagine my life without Torchwood as it is now. Or without you," Jack whispered very lowly.

Ianto nodded and ran his hand through Jack's hair.

"Why are you asking?" Jack asked after a while, Ianto having stopped his movement.

Ianto didn't know what to say so he answered nothing and pretended to fall sleep, convinced it was a great excuse.