AN: Thanks to all my readers and reviewers. I hope you're all still enjoying this story. The chapter is largely Ianto based (well he IS rather attractive…). Next chapter shouldn't be too far off… reviews and suggestions eagerly accepted.

Ianto had walked out of Gwen's building for two reasons. He really did have an errand to run, but he also didn't think his being there was helping. Ianto had always known that Gwen was in love with Jack, that she wanted him to herself, him and Rhys and at one stage Owen too. She was jealous of the relationship that he shared with Jack, even before yesterdays admission that it was indeed a relationship and not just… well not just what it had been before, Ianto never was sure. Now she was probably reeling from her dramatic demotion, and the obvious resentment she'd have for Ianto. No doubt she'd be making comments about favouritism, and shagging his way to the top. Ianto only hoped that Jack was fighting his corner. He was sure he would be.

Ianto walked back down towards the Millennium Centre and the site of the explosion. He walked along the dock front towards the Tourist Information Office and unlocked the door, letting himself in before locking the door again; ensuring the 'Closed' sign was still in the window. The office hadn't been damaged by the blast; it looked exactly the same as it had earlier that week. He walked behind the desk and pressed the button that opened the secret door down to the hub. Slipping through before it closed again he descended the staircase wondering what he was going to be faced with when he reached the bottom. The cog door was unmoved and unscathed, then again it would take an almighty explosion to touch it, probably the end of the world. Peering through the porthole window in the door Ianto tried to gauge the damage on the other side. Five days had passed since the bomb so there had been plenty time for the dust to settle. It didn't look as bad as Ianto had expected as he hit the opening button hopefully and the door rolled back. He smiled. Something still worked. Stepping into the Hub, or what remained, Ianto scanned the room. It was a mass of upturned desks, twisted metal and broken glass. Any fires that had been burning were now out, charred remains of things that probably used to be computers lay on the floor, all the windows in Jack's office were shattered, and the ceiling seemed to have collapsed in several places burying the Autopsy Room. There was also neither sight nor sound of Myfanwy. It was fairly light though thanks to the lack of roof anymore, so Ianto could easily trace a track through the debris to Jack's office.

Climbing carefully through the rubble Ianto makes his way slowly across the Hub. Ordinarily a journey from the door to Jack's office would take several strides, would take 30 seconds. Today, as Ianto climbed over broken furniture, and side-stepped unsteady ground, the journey took ten minutes. As he finally jumped down from a pile of what looked to be broken Plass flagstones into Jack's office his mobile rang in his pocket. Pulling it out he smiled when he saw 'Jack' flashing on the screen.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Ianto – are you okay?" Jack asked.

Ianto nodded unseen. "I'm fine Jack – honestly. Like I said I had errands to do anyway. Where are you?" He asked.

"I've just left Gwen's. I'm gonna see if I can track down a new base. Now she's stopped yelling at me, I think we should be able to make this work." Jack said smiling.

"She was never going to take it well." Ianto pointed out.

"Yeah I know. But I think I cleared some things up… and now she's happier." Jack answered.

'I doubt that.' Ianto thought. "Well I'm gonna be about… half an hour. Should I meet you back at home?" He asked.

Jack nodded. "Yeah I'm on my way back there now… gonna do a bit of research. Then when you get in you can explain to me exactly how you hid Torchwood on the Internet." He said, Ianto hearing the pride and the grin in his voice.

"I'm a man of many talents, sir, you should know that." Ianto teased.

Jack laughed. "God knows you are. Where are you anyway?" He asked.

"Erm… bit of shopping. Won't be long." Ianto lied, not wanting to get Jack's hopes up unnecessarily.

"Okay… see you soon. Love you." Jack said.

Ianto smiled. "Love you too… sir." He said, laughing as he heard Jack's growl before he hung up.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket he walked over to Jack's desk. Ianto knew wood was one of the strongest materials, but even he was surprised to see the desk still intact. The top was covered in dust and debris, but it remained in the centre of the room where Jack had left it earlier that week, with barely a scratch on it. Crouching down he pulled open the top drawer and smiled as he spotted what he had come for. A tin which Jack kept all his photos in; photos of former lovers, former wives, all the important people in his long life. Ianto had always hoped that one day he'd make it into this special tin. He was more confident nowadays. Slipping the tin into his other pocket he turned on his heel and headed back for the cog door. Turning to look around one last time before he left he let out a small sigh. "Bye everyone." He said softly to the memories and the ghosts of the Hub, before slipping back out through the door and away.