AN: Slightly epic levels of fluff follow to compensate for all the false alarms. Several one-liners and instances that may bring a tear to your eye or it may just be me. I can't decide which is my favourite, but I would love to know yours.

In other news, my "Girl Number 9" DVD arrived today – fantastic, despite the death.

Also – are you all reading "Returning to London" by 'rosieposy'? If not please go and check it out. I know I'm her beta and therefore bias, but it's a brilliant story with lots of lovely Ianto/Owen moments.

Right, on with the show. Please review x

"Thanks." Ianto croaked as he wiped his eyes with one hand, taking the glass of water that Owen was holding out to him with the other. "Sorry." He added before taking a sip from the glass.

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Owen said as he perched on the edge of the bed.

"I just… well I guess I haven't thought about him… or what happened for a long time." Ianto said as his gaze drifted to the photo beside the bed once more. "That was taken on my eleventh birthday. The jumper I am wearing was a gift from my Dad. His sister came to visit to drop off a present and she took a family shot. That was one of the last times I actually remember being happy at home. Happy generally." He mused as he sipped again at the water.

"I wish there was something I could do to change that." Owen said softly.

Ianto nodded. "Yeah me too." He said quietly as he tore his eyes away from the photo and back at Owen.

"Maybe you just need a new photo?" Owen suggested. "A new happy memory to hold on to?"

"Maybe." Ianto replied vaguely.

"Come on." Owen said getting to his feet and tugging Ianto from the bed by the wrist. The Welshman followed slowly though not reluctantly as he was guided into the lounge and pushed lightly so he fell back into the sofa. Owen wandered over to his computer desk and opened the top drawer and taking something out before going back over to the sofa and settling beside Ianto. Opening the black case in his hands Owen took the digital camera out and turned it on. Throwing one arm around Ianto he held the camera at arms length and aimed it back at them.

"Smile." Owen instructed. Ianto chuckled and a smile broke out on his lips as he looked up at the camera. Owen pressed the button and with a flash of light the photo was taken. As Ianto blinked furiously to get rid of the spots in front of his eyes Owen brought the camera close and turned it over, the photo displayed on the screen on the back.

"I look awful." Ianto whined.

Owen sniggered. "Okay I admit that was not the best moment to take a photo." He conceded as he laughed gently. The bruise on Ianto's face was starting to turn a yellow colour as it faded, and his eyes were red rimmed from when he'd been crying. Owen's eyes were in a similar condition, and between the two of them the photo looked far from ideal.

"It was the perfect moment, and I appreciate the gesture. Maybe we'll have a re-run when we both look a little less disturbing." Ianto said with a grateful smile.

Owen nodded. "I just want to give you good memories Ianto." He said softly.

"You already have." Ianto replied.

Owen smiled as he leant in and kissed Ianto gently. "I love you." He murmured.

"I love you too." Ianto replied. "That reminds me – I have something for you." He said jumping up out of his seat and disappearing into the hall.

"Am I deleting this?" Owen called after him.

"No keep it." Ianto called back.

"Why not." Owen muttered with a smirk as he turned off the camera without getting rid of the image and returned it to its case, and then to the drawer in his desk. As he sat back down on the sofa Ianto returned to the room carrying a small, albeit crumpled bag.

"For you." He said passing Owen the bag.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I should have known that Ewan was just trying to wind me up. I do trust you Ianto. I just don't think you realise how gorgeous you are, and how people look at you when you're out." Owen said sincerely.

A blush crept across Ianto's cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere Owen I promise you. And you're pretty cute yourself." He winked.

Owen smiled. "So what is this? And why?" He asked looking down at the bag.

"It's a gift – you're meant to open it. As for why, because I love you." Ianto answered.

"Works for me." Owen conceded as he opened the bag and pulled out the box within. Pulling the hinged lid away from the base the Londoner let out a small gasp as he saw the item concealed within, lying on a bed of emerald silk. "Ianto…" He breathed.

"I take it you like it?" Ianto asked.

Owen nodded as he pulled the platinum watch from its case. "It's… well it's too much… it's beautiful." He replied. "I can't take this."

"Yeah you can. Its really easy." Ianto said taking the watch from Owen and opening its clasp. "You just slip it on," He began as he slid the watch over Owen's hand and onto his wrist, "and fasten it." He closed the clasp with a click. "And there you are. All yours." Ianto grinned. "I was going to have it engraved, but somebody was hungry." He added.

"What were you going to write?" Owen asked.

"Though lovers be lost, love shall not." Ianto quoted. "Dylan Thomas."

Owen's eyes widened and he smiled. "Somewhere I must have done something really right, but I don't know what, because I have no idea what I have done to deserve you." He said.

Ianto smiled. "You're welcome."

Owen leant over and kissed him once more. "Are we expected back?" He asked.

Ianto nodded. "I said we'd be back as soon as possible."

"Shame." Owen said as he pushed himself to his feet, placing the packaging on the coffee table as he did, before turning and pulling Ianto up next to him. "I had a much better idea of how to spend our afternoon." He smirked.

"Yeah I bet you did." Ianto chuckled. "Come on – I'll let you buy me lunch on the way back." He said as he took Owen's hand and made his way into the hall.

"So generous." Owen remarked with a smile as they both pulled their shoes and coats back on and gathered up keys and wallets and phones.

"I try." Ianto replied as they walked out the apartment.