AN: Again, I own nothing but the plot and OC!Aiden. This is it people the end. This was the prequal to CCTV, if you haven't read it, I recommend it so you see what happens next. I want to say thank you to everyone that has reviewed this fic it has been good to know what people think. As always critcism be it constructive or not is always welcome.

Once they had arrived at Jack's house, both he and Ianto disappeared for a short while into the kitchen, they came back with four glasses and a bottle of Owen's blood wine, as he termed it, looking just a bit more mussed up than when they had left. Whilst they had been in the kitchen Toshiko had taken the time to speak with Owen.

"We need to talk.", Toshiko spoke with her usual calm voice.

Owen nodded, whilst dreading the talk, knowing that she had discovered that he was her mate, Tosh would want an explanation from him. He sighed, "Later"

When Jack and Ianto re-entered the room they noticed the somewhat tense atmosphere between the other two, but said nothing, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward than it already was. Instead they had sat down on the couch leaning in to each other as Jack began to tell them what had happened to him and Tosh over the last few decades, with Tosh adding things as she felt necessary, content to let Jack inform the others.

Jack eventually touched upon the subject of all the alien technology that they had bought over the years, explaining that they had stored everything in warehouses all over the world, and how everything was catalogued and documented. At that Ianto had shot Jack a look, knowing fine well that his skills in the organisation of paperwork department were severely lacking. Jack just gave a small smile before admitting that it had been Toshiko's work, how he had sourced the items and bought them, but Toshiko had done everything else.

It was Owen who asked what he and Ianto were both wondering, "How did you afford to buy all these items it's not as if you left here with your pockets full of money from previous decades?"

Jack let a proud smile cross his face as he told them about Toshiko's work as an artist and how they had come up with idea to only lease the painting and not sell them, so that Tosh still owned all her work. Upon hearing this the other two men turned to Tosh, knowing that the amount of tech they seemed to have gathered would have cost a lot, and as such she must be a really good artist to earn the money to buy it. Ianto then asked her what name she had gone under, as she wouldn't have used her own for fear of messing up the timelines.

A small blush crossed Toshiko's face as she told them her pseudonym and the reason behind it, "T.S. Jackson.", she spoke quietly, "T.S. for Toshiko Sato, and the Jackson for, well Jack as my sire is technically my father and when I tried to do something with Jack's daughter I kept coming up with T.S. Jackdaw in my mind."

At that the others started to laugh, agreeing to the silliness of the name. The group spent a few more hours together before Tosh and Owen left, Jack and Ianto staying snuggled together on the couch.

"I missed you." Jack whispered into Ianto's hair before leaning down to kiss him, Ianto responding just as fervently as he echoed the sentiment. Jack stood suddenly pulling Ianto up with him, pulling him into a fierce kiss as he whispered bed against his lips, then dragging him from the room.

Owen and Tosh had decided that while it wasn't too late going out wasn't really an option, so they made their way to Owen's flat, ordering chinese on the way there. Once the food had been delivered, they sat down to eat in the living room, Owen having put some music on so that they weren't sitting in silence.

After a while Tosh spoke, "Why did you never say anything? I mean, you're my mate, I'm yours, what was it, did the idea of being with me put you off?"

Owen sighed, knowing that there was no way he'd get out of explaining this, "When I first started Torchwood, I knew, I knew straight away that you were mine, but it was too soon. I'd just lost Katie, the woman I'd been ready to marry, someone I had promised my life to, I couldn't accept it. The idea of having an emotional attachment like that with anyone scared me, she died, and you could as well, so I threw myself at Suzie."

Tosh nodded, she felt that she understood that, sort of, she couldn't understand fully because she had never been in that situation, but she could sympathise.

"Then after she died and Gwen joined us I realised that even if you didn't die and we made a go of it, I would never be good enough for you. I know I hurt you with Suzie, so I hoped that with Gwen I could push you away, make you realise that I was no good and that you could do so much better for yourself." Owen finished his explanation, looking at her for her response.

"Owen", Tosh started, "Your mine, I'm yours, from all I've learnt in the last few decades is that there is no-one better than the one made for you. You are mine, my mate, no-one else's."

Owen just nodded, not quite knowing what to say. In fact, not much else was said that night, except for a phone call that Tosh made to Ianto, explaining how she and Owen had sorted things out, but how she wanted Gwen gone, knowing that Ianto wouldn't be to please with her fantasies about his mate. It was decided between the two that they would convince their mates that evening and deal with Gwen the next day.

The next day was something that both of them were looking forward to with an almost childlike glee, very much so.