"Let's go home Jack." Ianto said, reaching his hand out to Jack. It had been one hell of a year and The Master hadn't let up but Ianto was stronger for it and more in touch with how Jack had felt dying as many times as he had.
"I'm sorry I got you into this mess." Jack said grabbing the offered hand.
"You did no such thing. Gwen was the one who sold me out." Ianto said squeezing Jacks hand reassuringly as they made their way to the Tardis. The Doctor had promised them a ride home.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked and Ianto explained.
"I went looking for you and when I came back Owen and Tosh were being taken by the Master. Gwen said if this was a ploy to get at you that he should take me since we were together and all."
Jack looked murderous but said nothing, only nodded as they made their way into the Tardis and Jack watched Ianto's eyes widen at the concept of such a thing.
"It's beautiful." Ianto said, watching the Doctor fiddle with this and that before screaming: "Allons-y" And the Tardis shook horribly.
"Doctor...how's Ianto like me?" Jack asked, hoping the Doctor could have the answer.
"The energy you have must have split and partly left your body, and Ianto was the closest human that could house it so it must have made Ianto its new home." The Doctor explained.
"That's not very scientific." Jack said, raising an eyebrow at the Doctor.
"Who needs science anyway. Here we are. Round abouts when you found me Jack, give or take a few days." The Doctor said and Jack nodded, holding Ianto close, worried something would happen to the Welshman.
"Thank you Doctor, for being honest with me." Jack said guiding Ianto from the Tardis.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you Jack." The Doctor said, watching Jack and Ianto leave. "I'm sorry."
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Walking off the Tardis and into Ianto's flat was an odd transition for Ianto. He'd never gone from one place to another so quickly and it was disconcerting.
"So does this mean I get to stay with you?" Ianto asked, smiling brightly.
"If you want." Jack said, looking at Ianto curiously.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You might get sick of me." Jack said, worrying over the inevitable.
"And why is that?"
"I'm overbearing."
"Good for you. Let's go to bed, we'll discuss how much I love you in the morning."
Jack laughed and followed Ianto into bed. If this was to be his eternity, he would be hard pressed to hate it.
"By the way, I'm going to murder Gwen." Jack said, stifling a yawn.
"Sleep now, talk tomorrow." Ianto said, yawning loudly.
"GRRR! ME CAVEMAN!" Jack made fun and watched Ianto glare at him.
"I am way too tired to put up with this. Now get in bed before I slap you."
Jack conceded and fell into bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Figures." Ianto said smiling at Jack's sleeping form as he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Jack yawned loudly as he groggily searched the bed for Ianto and panicked when all he felt was a cold pillow.
"Ianto?" Jack called, worry making him frantic.
"Kitchen." Ianto called back and Jack sighed with relief before standing to get dressed.
"You worried me." Jack said, walking out into the kitchen once he'd finished clothing himself.
"I did now?" Ianto asked, handing Jack a cup of coffee.
"I will always worry." Jack said grabbing the cup.
"I can't die Jack, there's no need to worry." Ianto said putting butter on some toast.
"About that, we still need to talk about that."
"What about that murder you were going to commit on my behalf?" Ianto said watching Jack's reaction.
"I will. Are you really okay with this?" Jack asked grabbing a piece of toast and taking a bite.
"I am."
"Why?" Jack asked, truly curious how Ianto could accept this change in himself so fast.
"I get to be with you. That's all the reason I need to be okay with this."
"But you can't die." Jack pointed out, as though after almost a year of dying consecutively, Ianto needed a reminder.
"Neither can you." Ianto pointed out with a smirk.
"I'm used to it."
"I got used to it."
Jack had nothing to say about that so he just nibbled on his toast and sipped his coffee. If he was really honest with himself he really didn't want to go into Torchwood quite yet but the others would need him and he wasn't one to disappoint.
"So about this murder..." Ianto started and Jack frowned.
"I'm not going to change my mind." Jack said, anger making his blood boil.
"And why are you going to murder her?" Ianto asked, and Jack looked baffled.
"Why wouldn't I, she sold you out."
"But does she know this?" Ianto asked, causing Jack's frown to deepen.
"That's not the point..."
"It is the point. Now eat your breakfast and no murdering out team mates until they do something to deserve it." Ianto said, washing his coffee cup.
"But she sold you out." Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Technically she didn't do anything. That year we lived NEVER happened."
Jack sighed but conceded. Ianto wouldn't budge on the topic and if he didn't want Gwen dead, then he wouldn't kill her...yet.