This is it guys, the final chapter. It's a long one again so sorry. Sections in these **** are flash backs. Sorry for any confusion. Note at the bottom. Angelwood.

"WHAT?"

It had been 3 weeks since Phoenix had died killing The Devourer and saving Earth. The time had dragged, more than the team expected it to. It was a Wednesday afternoon, much like another Wednesday afternoon. The team all in the hub working away, there was always something to do. Some Weevil making a pain in the neck of it's self, something falling through the rift that wasn't meant to, visitors to look out for. A typical Wednesday afternoon.

Jack stood at the window of his office, watching his team, the Torchwood team, getting on with their work. They had all been patient with him and he knew it, only kicking him up the butt when he needed it and boy had he needed it. Jack still thought about her, Phoenix, how could he not. There wasn't a single day that went past that he didn't think about her, see her in his dreams when he did sleep but that was ok. He wasn't done grieving yet but this kind of grieving was healthier for him and the team. With this kind of grieving, he still functioned and could do his job, leader and boss of Torchwood 3, Cardiff.

He watched the team as they worked, each of them doing their own thing. He watched Toshiko as she worked at her computer, cracking some translation from some race, Jack forgot which one. He remembered her giving him one of those kicks up the butt about two weeks back. It was totally out of character but Jack knew that he needed it. She was the first.

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Toshiko was sat on the end of Jack's bed, being in his bedroom for the first time felt strange to her. It was Jack's inner sanctum, his private place. She looked at Jack who was still curled up on the bed, it seemed as though he hadn't moved in a week, staying in the same place.

"I miss her too you know, we all do. I know that it is different for you, you and Phoenix had history, some intense history but she has gone, she isn't coming back and you have to deal with it and move on. If she saw you like this, right now, what would she do? She would lift you off of the bed with a wave of her hand, bring you to her and then slap you in the mouth and tell you to get over yourself. We need you back Jack. We need you to lead us. Ianto is doing the best he can but he can't do everything and he won't ask for help either. He doesn't want to fail you. If you can't do it for yourself, do it for us, do it for Ianto," Toshiko tells Jack, feeling herself getting more and more angry with Jack.

She gets off of the bed after getting no reaction from Jack, not even a mumble or grunt, just silence. She goes to the ladder and starts to climb up but just before her head reaches the hatch, she turns and looks at Jack.

"You know that she loved you but she would hate you right now for what you are doing to Ianto," Toshiko throws at him and then leaves through the hatch.

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Jack had heard everything she had said to him but he didn't care. All he wanted then was for Phoenix to come back, appear in the hub. He smiled now as he thought about what Tosh had said and she was right. Phoenix would have levitated him to her and then slapped him for the way he was behaving. Though Tosh had known Phoenix, she seemed to know her best out of herself, Owen and Gwen. He thought that it might have been because Phoenix shared the cemetery with Toshiko and no-one else, not even him.

Jack carried on looking around the hub and he saw Ianto, clearing up the cups that the team had once again forgotten to either put them on the tray for him or take them to the kitchenette. Ianto always grumbled about it but he always cleared them up all the same. Ianto had been at his side every day and every night since Phoenix died. Always holding him close, always watching over him, always letting Jack know that he was there for him. Ianto did everything for him.

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One evening after Owen, Toshiko and Gwen had gone home and Ianto had put the hub on the night shift program, Ianto went and got some shaving things, a bowl of hot water and two towels and took them into Jack's office. He put the bowl of hot water at the side of the hatch and took the rest of the things down into Jack's bedroom, laying them on a shelf and then he went back up for the hot water.

After he had taken everything down, Ianto cleared the chair in the corner and dragged it to Jack's bed setting it at the side of the bed. Ianto prepared all the things that he needed and then he set to work. Ianto with a little struggling, sat Jack up, pulling his t-shirt off and throwing it to the ladder. Ianto rolled up his shelves and put one of the towels around Jack. Ianto looked at Jack's face and he had more than a five o'clock shadow. Jack hadn't shaved in just over a week and it was about time that he did.

Ianto put his hands in the hot water, making sure that all of his hands were wet and still dripping, gently rubs the hot water all over Jack's face, moistening his skin. The hair on Jack's face pricked Ianto's fingers as they gently glided over Jack's face. The feel of Jack's skin under his fingers excited and aroused Ianto but he couldn't think about that now. Ianto applied some shaving foam to his hands foamed it up and then very gently and slowly applied the foam to Jack's face.

Washing the excess of in the hot water, Ianto took the straight razor that he had brought with him and opened it. Ianto gently tilted Jack's head back, Jack not offering any resistance to him and Ianto started to shave Jack, starting with his throat. Ianto moved the blade ever so carefully so not to cut Jack. Shaving Jack was the most sensual and sexual thing that Ianto had done in a very long time, Ianto becoming more aroused but he paid no attention to it. He wasn't there to get aroused or make a move on Jack, he was there to give him a shave.

When the blade was full of hair and foam, Ianto cleaned off the blade and gently returning it to Jack's face. Ianto took his time and after about 20 minutes, Ianto had finished with the straight razor and dropped it into the bowl of now only just warm water and he picked up the other towel, folding in the corner and dripping it in the water and wiping off the remains of the shaving foam. Once Ianto had done that, he dropped the wet towel and took the dry one from around Jack's neck and dried Jack's face with it, dropping it when he was done.

"Come back to me Jack. Don't lose yourself in the darkness. Come back to me my love," Ianto tells Jack, gently running his fingers down Jack's smooth, slightly damp face, a tear running down Ianto's face as all he wanted was Jack to say something to him, touch him, do something but he didn't.

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Jack had never and would never tell Ianto this but there had only ever been two people to have shaved Jack let alone with a straight razor. Ianto and Phoenix, Jack and Phoenix making love afterwards. Jack felt guilty that he hadn't even responded to Ianto in any way, something that wouldn't happen next time. It was the most sexual and sensual thing that a man could have done to him, well, by the right person anyway. Jack continued looking around the hub and he spotted Owen leaving the autopsy room and walking over to Toshiko, kissing her slyly on the cheek. They made a great and sweet couple. They were so right together. Owen was the one who had had the most difficult time talking to Jack.

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"You are doing yourself harm Jack and I am talking to you as your doctor now. I know that if you die you can come back again and if you get hurt, your body heals it's self but your mind can't take much more Jack. We are all worried about you. I don't know what to say to you. If you want me to beg, I will get down on my knees and I will beg you, anything to hear you talk, say what you want. Make some rude comment, make some clean comment, say someone's name, just say something god damn you Jack Harkness," Owen tells him sitting on the side of Jack's bed.

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Owen was never good with stuff like that, feelings, unless of course it was with Toshiko. She did bring the best out in him. Under that hard arsed exterior was a heart of soft squishy gold and everyone knew it even if Owen didn't admit it. Jack watched as Gwen throw something at Owen, hitting him on the side of the head, Toshiko laughing as Gwen waved her arm in the air, signifying a goal, Owen bending down, picking it up and throwing it back at her, missing of course, he needed some target practice on the range. While Jack was grieving, Gwen had stepped into her mother hen shoes and had taken care of the team but mostly Ianto. He had been running himself ragged and she wasn't afraid to tell Jack that.

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"Jack. Jack!" Gwen almost shouts at him as she comes down the ladder into his bedroom, Jack laying on his bed, partly covered.

She walked over to his bed and sits right next to him, shaking him a little but nothing.

"You've got to stop this Jack. Everyone is suffering, Ianto more than the rest of us. It's not just the fact that he can't bare to see you like this, that nothing he does seems to help you, it's the fact that he is running the hub as well. Everyday he is in the hub when we get in, making sure that everything is ready, making sure that we are all ok, making sure that we have something to do. He is taking on all the Weevil captures and releases, anything else that needs doing, all the paperwork, dealing with General Stanley and U.N.I.T, doing all the things that you should be doing as well as all the things that he usually does," Gwen tells him looking at Jack and shaking him again as there was nothing.

"I've had to send him home tonight though he didn't want to go but I didn't leave him much choice. He was more than dead on his feet. We found him asleep in the botanical room, sat on a chair with his head on one of the work benches. He can't keep doing both of your jobs at the same time, it will burn him out. I had to threaten to drug him for him to go home and I told him that I would stay here with you to make sure you were alright. It took some persuading but he has gone home, I hope his does sleep. We know that you are hurting Jack but so is Ianto. You need to think about him too Jack. You told him that you would never let anyone get between you again but you are. You are letting grief get in the way of you both Jack and you need to stop before you lose him," Gwen tells him but realising that Jack still hadn't moved and she looked away from him.

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Thinking about it made Jack feel very guilty and a different kind of hurt. Because of the way he was grieving, he was hurting Ianto, the man that loved him, the one left behind and the one who was standing by him even though it was making him ill and hurting him. Jack knew that he would have to make it up to Ianto somehow. He smiled as he saw Ianto returning from the kitchenette with fresh coffee's. At least now the only thing Ianto had to worry about was sorting out the filing mess that Owen usually left behind.

He saw all the team taking their coffee's off of the tray and thanking Ianto for making them. They had learnt over the past 3 weeks not to take Ianto or what he did for granted. They realised just how important Ianto was to the team. Once everyone had taken their cups, Jack watched Ianto head for the office with the two remaining cups on the tray and Jack moved to the door, opening it and then moving to his desk, leaning against the front of it as Ianto walked in with the tray. He brings the tray to Jack's desk, laying it down on the desk and picking up both cups and handing one to Jack. They stood there a second sipping their coffee, not saying anything to each other, just looking at each other.

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Ianto got undressed and slipped into the bed with Jack. Ianto was happy to see that he had at least moved. Ianto lay on the bed and looked at Jack, looked at his face as for once, Jack was looking at him. Ianto reached out and stroked Jack's face, not having to reach far. Ianto ran his fingers down the side of Jack's face, feeling his fresh stumble and Ianto knew that he would have to shave Jack again soon.

"Please say something Jack. Even if it is just one word. This silence is killing me. I don't care if you tell me to leave, swear at me, I just want to hear your voice," Ianto tells Jack as he takes his fingers off of Jack's face and runs them through Jack's hair, straightening it out a little as it was a mess.

"Sorry Yan," Jack quietly replied to Ianto's pleading, taking Ianto totally by surprise so much so that Ianto moved his hand out of Jack's hair.

"Please tell me that I wasn't just imagining that you just said sorry to me," Ianto asks Jack, looking into his eyes and seeing something that he hadn't seen in a while. Hope.

"I'm sorry Yan," Jack says again quietly, tears rolling from his eyes, down his nose and onto the pillow his head was resting on.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. You were grieving in your own way. I am so happy to hear you speak Jack. You've been out of it for nearly two weeks and we were all really worried about you," Ianto tells Jack looking into his eyes.

Ianto wiped the tears from Jack's face, then putting his arm around Jack, holding him close and closing his eyes. He was so relived to hear Jack speak. It wasn't what he said, it was the fact that Ianto hadn't heard him speak since he went mad over Phoenix's letter. Those three words meant more to Ianto than anything over the last three weeks. And then Ianto felt something that he had been aching to feel for what felt like so long. Jack, ever so gently kissed Ianto, sliding his arm around his waist and pulling Ianto closer to him and then pulled his lips away from Ianto's.

"I am sorry," Jack tells Ianto looking right into his eyes.

"Don't apologise Jack. I am just so happy to hear you speak," Ianto tells him, kissing his forehead.

Jack looked up at him and Ianto looked down at Jack. Jack leant forward a little and kissed Ianto again, so gently that if Ianto hadn't of been laying down, Ianto's legs would have given way. They lay there for the rest of the night, just kissing each other's lips, touching each others skin, holding each other and eventually, falling asleep in each others arms, Ianto happy that Jack was coming back from the darkness of grief.

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"You know that I love you don't you Yan?" Jack asks Ianto putting his cup down on the desk.

"Of course I knew Jack. Where has this come from?" Ianto asks him putting his cup on the desk next to Jack's.

"I was just remembering the past 3 weeks. Toshiko telling me off for being selfish, Owen not really knowing what to say, you shaving me, Gwen telling me that she had to send you home because you were dead on your feet and then the night I apologised to you," Jack tells him.

"And you haven't stopped apologising since even though I have told you to stop. You were grieving Jack and that was just the way you grieved," Ianto tells him as Jack moves closer to him, putting his arms around his waist, Ianto doing the same.

"I know that you went through a lot while I was grieving and I will spend the rest of time making it up to you. I just want you to know how much I love you and that I won't let anything get between us again," Jack tells Ianto stroking the side of his face.

"I know how much you love me Jack, you show me every day and you know how much I love you," Ianto tells him.

Their lips come together in a very passionate kiss, holding each other and just as they got comfortable, Toshiko's computer went mad, sirens calling and lights flashing. Ianto and Jack separate and made their way into the main hub area, holding each others hands.

"What is it Tosh?" Jack asks her as she frantically tapping away on the computer.

"It can't be. How the hell?" Toshiko asks as everyone gathers around her.

"Is that what I think it is?" Ianto asks her knowing that it was, he had been watching out for them for more than 3 months.

"A Vortex is coming into the hub. It's her signature though," Toshiko tells them all and they all look at Jack.

"Phoenix," Jack simply says moving to the gap between the workstations.

As he reaches the gap, Ianto in toe as Jack was still holding onto his hand, his grip tighter now, there was a familiar orange/yellow glow of an opening Vortex and it seemed that everyone was holding their breath to see who walked through. They know that it could be Phoenix but Jack also knew that it could be Gray as he had sent Phoenix to them in the first place, Phoenix had said it in her letter but he hadn't told the rest of his team yet.

As they watched, a figure walked towards then, too far away for them to make out who it was but they soon realised that it wasn't Phoenix. The stature of the figure was all wrong, too big to be Phoenix's slight form.

"That's not Phoenix," Owen says out loud and Jack draws his Webley, standing in front of Ianto, offering him protection as he feared it to be Gray.

The figure walked closer and closer and then everyone watched it step out. It wasn't Phoenix and it wasn't Gray either, it was someone new. He was a young man, about 6ft tall, broad and muscular stature, dark short hair, familiar features and familiar clothing. Jack aimed his Webley at the stranger but the stranger put his hand up and ripped the Webley right out of Jack's hand without even touching it.

"What the hell," Owen shouts out looking very confused.

"Who are you?" Jack barks at the stranger.

"I am Prince Javain, son of Princess Adina, last of the Avalonian's and son of Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood Cardiff, Earth," the stranger tells them and you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet.

"WHAT?" Jack asks, his jaw dropping.

"I am Prince Javain," the stranger replies.

"We got that bit but who's son are you?" Ianto asks, not believing what he had just heard, like everyone else.

"I am the son of Princess Adina and Captain Jack Harkness," the stranger replied to Ianto's question.

"WHAT?" Jack asked again, not getting his head around it.

THE END.

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read my story and for all of you that have reviewed my story, encouraging me to carry on writing. I am honoured that you stayed with me so long through the journey that was this story. Thank you. Now for the question. Do you want me right another story to explain Prince Javain? If so, let me know, whether it be in a review or through a PM. Thanks again for all your support and you will be seeing me again soon, one way or another. Angelwood.

PS. If you wish for me to write the explanation story of Prince Javain, it will be titled, "Like Father, Like Son."