Ianto leaned heavily against Jack, as they walked into their flat both of them exhausted.
"Well this has been an interesting few days."
The immortal snorted a laugh, peeling off his shoes.
"You can say that again."
The Welshman smirked playfully.
"Well this has been-"
Jack smacked his arm lightly and kissed his cheek.
"Hungry?"
Ianto shook his head, curling up on the couch.
"No, but grab me a drink, yea? I'm parched."
The captain chuckled, snatching two beers from the fridge before flopping down beside the Welshman.
He flicked on the TV, passing Ianto a drink.
"Is this really wise? I mean is there some rule against alcohol after one wakes up from a coma?"
The captain shrugged.
"I don't know. How are you feeling anyway?"
Ianto rolled his eyes, giving an exasperated glare to the captain.
"Jack. You can, quite literally, feel everything that I can."
He shrugged, scooting closer to the archivist and wrapping his arm around his shoulder.
"So? I still like to hear it. I mean if we se this whole 'bond' thing all the time, then we'd never talk."
The Welshman nodded.
"Touché."
He shifted in his seat, throwing his legs over the captain's lap and snuggling into the couch.
"I'm tired. I can't really see, my shoulders are killing me. Oh, did I mention that I can't bloody see?"
The immortal took a long swig of his drink resting his a hand on Ianto's calf.
"We'll go first thing tomorrow morning and pick you up a pair of glasses Yan."
Ianto sighed, rubbing his face and closing his eyes.
"Contacts. I won't be able to work in glasses."
It was Jack's turn to roll his eyes.
"But you'd look so sexy."
The archivist fixed the immortal with his patented really-jack stair, eyebrow cocked, lips drawn thin.
Jack simply mumbled.
"You would."
Ianto too a sip of his own drink, relishing the cool sensation against his dry throat.
"A compromise then. I'll get contacts for work, and glasses for when I' at home. Deal?"
The immortal's eyes brightened.
"Deal. And don't go getting all smug over there. I plan on keeping you home more often."
"Jack. We talked about this. I'm not going to be-"
The captain held up a hand.
"I'm not going to take you away from your work. I'm simply saying, you and I need to spend less time at the HUB, and more time at home. Together. I won't let this-"
He waved his hand between them.
"Go back to a quick shag every now and then."
Ianto smiled at that, a warm genuine smile that had jack's stomach flipping with excitement.
"Easy boy."
The Welshman said, patting Jack's arm.
"I'm a bit too out of it for that tonight."
The immortal smirked.
"Fine. Alright. No sex tonight."
Ianto rolled his eyes once more at the pout his captain was giving him.
"Buck up. There's always tomorrow."
Jack grinned, making a move to stand.
"Well then, let's not waste any time. Off to bed, so tomorrow will get here faster."
The Welshman shook his head, pressing his legs firmly down on Jack's lap, pinning him to the couch.
"We have a few things we need to discuss, sir."
The immortal sighed.
Sir.
Business related then.
"I heard that. And yes, it is business related."
Jack settled back, his arms splayed over the back of the couch, head thrown back.
"Fine. Hit me."
Ianto coughed slightly, clearing his throat.
"Right now, we have four extra beings with free roam of the HUB, a completely out of commission technical expert, a dead man. A fugitive UNIT operative, and us. What the hell are we going to do?"
Jack sighed, looking straight into Ianto's eyes.
"I haven't the faintest clue. You tell me Yan."
The Welshman cleared his throat again, sitting up slightly.
Alright then, here it goes.
"The Mayweathers. Obviously former UNIT, and either alien or experimented on if you ask me."
Jack's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Why would you say that?"
"just look at them. Twenty years age delay, enhanced motor skills and stamina, seemingly perfect health save for hip issues and mild arthritis."
Jack nodded.
"Continue."
"Look, I came across this file a few months back, when I was converting the Archives to digital storage."
The immortal sat straighter, is attention fully on Ianto's words.
"And?"
Ianto took a deep breath, his nervousness of broaching the topic evident on the immortal's face.
"And I found a project HARKNESS."
It was as if someone had sucked all of the air from the room.
"Found that did you?"
The waves of shame coming from the captain made Ianto's stomach knot.
"Yea, I didn't read much of it, just what the project's goal was."
He laced his fingers reassuringly with the captains.
"Jack, don't feel ashamed by it. If anything, be pissed. They used you, and it was not ok. But it was also not your fault."
The immortal nodded swallowing thickly and looking down.
It was clear he still felt bad but the forgiveness and reassurance of the Welshman was healing that long forgotten wound.
"Alright then. How does project-that- have to play in."
"I have a theory-as far fetched as it is- that Olivia and Gertrude had some sort of an accident or were exposed to some sort of a damaging factor that could not be healed by conventional means.
They worked for the military, and did some pretty hush-hush stuff to have heard of Torchwood so early. If the injury or such was incurred in the workplace, maybe UNIT saw fit to use them for some sort of test subject for the ultra-healing ultra-power super serum that came out of project HARKNESS."
Jack chuckled.
"Are they Bruce Banners or Steve Rogers."
Ianto sighed.
"They are the Mayweathers. And, like I said, it's just at theory."
"Yea, but a good one. It explains a hell of a lot of their quirks. The question is, what do we do with them?"
The Welshman smiled.
"I say, we give them a map, tell them to pick wherever they want, and 'assign' them there. We give them a stipend, change their identities, let them send back anything that they find, and enjoy the rest of their lives on our tab."
Jack nodded.
"Sounds like a plan. A pricy one, but fitting. Considering they did host our first date."
Ianto laughed.
"And we did kind of completely destroy their lives."
The captain chuckled.
"Yea. Moving on. Glib and Fall?"
"Send them exactly where we were in the first place, but ourselves, not through UNIT."
"Agreed. You and me, personally delivering them to their new home."
Ianto blushed furiously.
"Jack, we can't just up and take a trip to the Mediterranean. We have work."
The immortal shrugged.
"It'd be for work. And a few days of vacation just the two of us, lounging on the beach, soaking in the sun. You can't tell me that that doesn't sound appealing."
He knew Jack had caught him.
Nothing sounded better.
"We will see. For now let's just agree that they need to end up there."
"Alright."
"Tosh."
The immortal scratched his head.
"Nanogenes. I still have some. A quick path job. Nothing more."
Ianto nodded curtly.
"Dead man?"
"Dead."
"Martha."
At that the captain smiled deviously.
"How does, 'Torchwood Liaison officer to UNIT' sound."
Ianto set both of their now-empty bottles onto the coffee table.
"Perfect, actually. She would also do well as an ambassador of sorts with other programs. Like the ones in the US or France."
Jack's smile grew wider.
"Exactly She's almost as good with people as you are, but I can live without her for weeks at a time."
That earned another eye roll, and a smack to the arm.
"That's everything then."
Jack shifted himself to pull the Welshman up onto his lap, cradling him to his chest, their foreheads resting together.
"Not quite everything."
The heady feeling of barely controlled lust and exhaustion was enough to intoxicate and incapacitate both men.
"Bed?"
Jack whispered, his lips ghosting over his lovers.
"Bed."
Came the response.
"Jack lifted a giggling Ianto up, bridal style, and carried him to their bedroom, nearly tossing him onto the bed.
He slipped out of his clothes, only to see Ianto cross his arms from his place on the bed and frown at him.
"No. Not tonight."
Jack snagged two sets of boxers from his drawer, slipping one on and tossing the other to Ianto, who quickly changed into them.
The both crawled into the bed, snuggling up against each other, relishing the contact of warm alive bodies finally resting where they belong. At home.