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Ianto pushed the key into the lock, turning it firmly to the right then pushing the door and walking inside. He tossed his keys into the dish on the shelf in the hall before shaking off his jacket and hanging it on the pegs that were fixed to the wall opposite, smiling as he stroked his hand down Jack's great coat which was hanging proudly between Ianto's.
"That you Ianto?" Jack's voice called from the lounge.
Ianto smiled. "Honey, I'm home." He called back, taking the tin from his coat pocket and walking into the lounge, holding the tin behind his back.
Jack smiled from his seat on the sofa as Ianto walked in. "Hey." He said softly looking up from the newspaper that he was reading, closing it, folding it in half and tossing it onto the coffee table.
"I got something for you." Ianto said kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the sofa, settling at one end, his knees up infront of him as he face Jack, his legs hiding the item in his hands. Jack turned in his seat to face Ianto, trying to peer into the Welshman's hands. Ianto smiled as he handed Jack the tin. Jack's eye lit up and a soft smile spread on his face.
"You went into the hub to get this for me?" He asked looking up at Ianto as he clutched the tin tightly.
Ianto nodded. "I know how much the people in there mean to you Jack. I know how important that tin is to you. I had to check… see if it was alright." He explained.
"Do you know who the people in these photos are?" Jack asked.
Ianto nodded. "Its everyone you've ever loved." He said softly.
"You know you'll be in here one day don't you?" Jack asked.
Ianto smiled gently. "I know. I guess that makes sure you'll never forget me."
Jack shook his head. "I don't need a photograph to never forget you Ianto. I never could. I never would. I have these photographs because I know in time I will forget these people… and they all deserve better than that. I don't need a photograph of you Ianto. You're unforgettable. I'll never forget you." He said sincerely.
Ianto smiled as he leant forward, landing a soft kiss on Jack's lips.
"I can't believe you've backed up the archives… it must have taken ages." He asked.
Ianto grinned. "It did. But I do work eighteen-hour days Jack. All those hours hanging around waiting for you. You get a lot done." He said. "It was simple really. I just scanned every document in the archives… uploading them to a secure server… and created a filing system that cross-references every document with all the other documents. And I took photos of every item that fell through the rift and uploaded those too. It's not quite as accurate as having the actual item… but I used a programme that Tosh designed… and we have 360 degree imaging on all the big stuff. Ask me for anything… I can pull up all the data we have on anything."
Jack's eyes widened. "Simple? Ianto you are amazing. So all you need is a computer and a modem?"
Ianto nodded. "Pretty much."
Jack grinned. "Torchwood is up and running… all thanks to Ianto Jones." He said proudly.
Ianto smiled as a blush crept across his cheeks. "So where will this new Torchwood be based?"
"How bad is the Hub?" Jack asked.
"If you ignore the lack of roof… not as bad as I expected. We'd need a couple of skips… and a lot of new equipment. But the room itself… is salvageable. The autopsy bay is buried under a lot of concrete… and your office is shattered… but your desk is intact. About the only thing that is. It wouldn't be impossible… just challenging." Ianto explained.
"Well I always liked a challenge." Jack winked at Ianto.
"How would we repair the roof without the workmen noticing the fact there's a big office under the Plass?" Ianto asked trying to keep the conversation serious and ignoring Jack's flirtation.
"Retcon." Jack said.
"You'd retcon them? Should have guessed. Do we have any?" Ianto asked.
Jack nodded. "My genius boyfriend has the recipe stored online."
Ianto smiled at the term 'boyfriend'. "And does he have the ingredients?"
Jack nodded. "My boyfriends a resourceful genius."
Ianto knew the serious nature of this conversation was long since lost.
"Sounds like a great guy to have around." He said.
Jack smiled. "He's amazing. One in a million. I'm a lucky guy."
"So am I." Ianto whispered before kissing Jack.
