Author's Note: Here we are then, the last actual chapter of Is That A Promise. This is my first fanfiction, my child, and I have never been more happy to see something end in my life. Thank you too all of you who have taken the time to read this monstrosity, I would not have gotten this far without your support and criticism. That being said, there will be an epilogue posted and (mwuhuhahaha) a continuation fic. I should also point out that I am also writing a series of stories for the Mayweathers, so - upon request- I will post those for you.

After a light breakfast, and two cups of very disappointing coffee, Ianto and Jack returned to the optometrist to retrieve the Welshman's glasses.

The office had filled with half a dozen children and their fidgeting parents, all of them silencing as the two men entered the room.

The receptionist smiled at them kindly, and waved them to the desk.

"Here are you glasses Mr. Jones. If you would put them on, Doctor Fox will be out to size them shortly."

The Welshman nodded, unlatching the plastic case and slipping the glasses on.

He squinted through the thick glass, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the sudden clarity of the room.

"What do you think Yan? Better?"

The Welshman nodded, and the room shifted around him.

He braced himself against the captain for support, sliding the glasses further up on his face.

"My depth perception is a bit off. Everything seems so much closer."

The captain chuckled, and so did a few of the parents in the room.

One such mother leaned forward and smiled at him.

"First time with glasses?"

The Welshman nodded ,resulting in the glasses sliding down his nose.

"You'll get used to 'em."

"Ianto Jones?"

The optometrist puttered out of the room, squinting through his glasses at the Welshman.

"You did a remarkable job choosing your frames. They suit you."

Jack nudged Ianto's side.

I completely agree.

Ianto rolled his eyes, plastering on his office mask as he followed Doctor Fox to a counter containing an array of pliers and knives.

He shuddered inwardly.

He had spent far to much time underneath the ministration of such tools of late.

Jack felt the sudden surge of fear from the Welshman. and wrapped a warm arm around him.

Ianto could both feel the hostility and surprise coming from the people around the room,and shrugged it off.

No sense getting upset over something he couldn't control.

Both pairs of glasses were sized and adjusted before the two men left the building.

Ianto made his way to the drivers side, much to the chagrin of the captain.

"Come on Yan, let me drive. You haven't even adjusted to walking in those things."

The Welshman glared at him.

"How am I supposed to adjust to driving with glasses, if you never let me drive with glasses?"

Jack huffed, moving from his place before the door and tossing the keys to Ianto.

The Welshman grabbed them with a triumphant, "Yes."

The drive back to the HUB was filled with annoyed grumbling from the captain,and the completely ecstatic grinning of the Welshman.

"Fifteen minutes. It took a whole fifteen minuets! I could have had us here in five."

Ianto rolled his eyes,unbuckling his seat-belt before leaning a quick kiss onto the captain's cheek.

"Yes, you could have, but when you factor in the time delay the accidents you would have caused would have on our travel time-"

Jack scrunched his nose in annoyance,before huffing and stepping out of the car.

"Fine. I get it. You win."

Ianto smirked at his captain, before stepping onto the lift.

The were greeted with the sound of mugs clinking and a TV droning in the distance.

"Honey I'm home!"

Jack bellowed, earning another eye roll from the archivist.

"We're up here!"

Tosh leaned out of the doorway to the conference room, waving at them.

The captain smiled.

"Race you up?"

Before he could get a response, the Welshman was bolting up the steps.

"Come on Yan! That's not fair!"

He scrambled after the archivist, skidding to a stop just inside the door.

Everyone was staring at e and his Welshman.

"What? What's the big deal?"

Owen burst into a fit o laughter, which had the rest of the room falling after him.

Ianto stood still, ears red with embarrassment.

"The glasses were his idea you know."

He pointed to the captain.

Tosh shook her head.

"It's not your glasses Ianto. Look at Jack."

The Welshman did, and fell into his own fit of laughter.

"What?"

"Do you want unfastened fly, crooked buttons, uneven braces, or the fact that my leather jacket is simultaniously too big and too short on you?"

The captain looked down at himself and blushed.

"How did I even manage this?"

The Welshman shrugged falling into the only chair left.

"I didn't double check you before you went out this morning. You look a sight though."

Jack groaned, rubbing his face before peeling out of the jacket and methodically adjusting his clothing.

"How did you manage to fuck up getting dressed, but Tea-Boy here still looks immaculate?"

The immortal shrugged, straightening his braces.

"No clue. Yan, go ahead and fill them in on our plans."

The Welshman nodded, leaning back in his chair.

"Mrs. and Mrs. Mayweather. First of all,how are you both today? I know that current events have a bit rough."

Gertrude shrugged.

"Please. It's the most fun I've had in decades. I never realized how much I missed it."

Ianto nodded, smiling kindly at them.

"Jack and I have been putting our heads together-"

Owen rolled his eyes.

"I bet you were."

Jack grinned.

"Hey, I'm the only one who gets to harass Ianto."

The archivist sighed.

"WE came to the decision that you two have gone far above and beyond anything we could have asked. That being said,it is very unwise for you two to remain in Cardiff."

Olivia nodded, gripping Gertrude's hand on top of the table.

"We've thought of that. We have a friend in London that we want to go visit, then we were thinking maybe travelling a bit."

The Welshman grinned at them.

"Our thoughts exactly, and it will be on a stipend provided by Torchwood,of course, supplemented by any income made off of your Inn."

A tear fell from Olivia's eyes,and Gertrude squeezed her hand gently.

"That sounds lovely. Mrs. Hudson will be so glad to see us too, she's been dying for us to meet her new tenants."

Tosh paused, and then shook here head.

It must be a coincidence.

Jack turned to Martha, his hands splayed on the table.

"Martha dear, how would you feel about working for Torchwood."

The woman glanced around.

"Jack, I'd love to but you know London is-"

He held up a hand,silencing her.

"As our liaison officer to UNIT. You'd be calling the shots for a lot of UNIT, but under our payroll."

The woman clambered up from her chair,nearly tripping over the table to hug the captain.

Her exited squeal was more than enough to confirm her thoughts on the topic.

"What about Glib and Fall?"

"Ianto and I will be personally escorting them to their new home. for say,the next two weeks?"

"One."

The Welshman warned, and the captain shook his head.

Tosh giggled.

"Sounds like a plan. Anything else?"

"Yes, actually."

Olivia piped in, her hand raising timidly.

"What is it?"

"Can I feed Myfanwy?"

The room rippled into yet another roar of laughter.

Ianto shook his head slightly.

"Of course you can. Come on then."