Notes: I know this confused my mother/beta when she first read this, so let me explain. This chapter covers Ianto's 35-minutes from when he leaves Jack's presence in part one to up until the end of part two. If you didn't figure out that Ianto was who showed up, well, now you know and will see what happens next! Enjoy part 3 of 7.

Chapter Spoilers: Episodes 2.01 (Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang – slight/references) and Doctor Who 3.12, 3.13 (Sound of Drums, Last of the Time Lords – slight/references)

[The next 35 minutes – Ianto]

"Because we need to talk," Ianto added. He then turned toward his suite, unlocked the door, and entered, letting the door shut behind him, not even giving Jack another glance.

Once he heard the door shut securely behind him, Ianto slumped against the nearest wall. What am I going to do? Before he knew it, he was sitting on the floor, elbows on his knees, face in his hands, crying his eyes out.

Ianto had been full of mixed thoughts and emotions for the past four months, and the last 48 hours, the same 48 hours that were playing out again, only intensified those thoughts and feelings. And not in a good way, he thought.

The young man stopped crying enough to look up and notice a garment bag lying on the bed. "Those must be the clothes Jack claimed to have delivered," he voiced aloud. Since he was by himself, he saw no harm in voicing his thoughts because maybe it would make his talk with Jack later easier.

"Let's see what Jack chose for me." Ianto nervously unzipped the bag. He knew what clothes of his that Jack liked best, and hoped that they weren't the only outfits packed.

Ianto breathed a sigh of relief after he pulled out all the clothes. Only two of Jack's favorite outfits were packed. The rest were comfort clothes and necessities. There was also a suit. "I wonder why he had them deliver this if we can't leave the hotel." He pondered for a bit, but couldn't find an answer.

He looked over at the clock on the night stand. Fifteen minutes had gone by a lot quicker than Ianto realized. "I guess I'd better shower and clean up now. I know how impatient Jack is and how antsy he will become from waiting." He looked over all of his clothes, picking out what to wear. He settled on black briefs, a dark gray pair of jeans with a black belt, and a black t-shirt. It reflected his somewhat somber mood. He gathered the essentials for showering that were packed and took everything into the bathroom.

Ianto turned on the shower and as the water heated up, he stripped himself of his suit. Once the water was hot enough, he climbed in and began rinsing himself down. He couldn't help but think about the talk he'll have with Jack and began making a list of everything he wanted to cover.

"I need to know where he went. I already know why, assuming he told the truth. I need to know if he's leaving again, that way I'll know where we stand. But are we really still together? I guess that's another topic to add to the list. Oh, and that talk he had with Gwen. I've no idea how I'll bring that up, but I'll find a way." Then it dawned of him. "Is Gwen's engagement the only reason he asked me out on a date? It's clear he's attracted to her, but she's with Rhys... AHHH!" he screamed and slammed his fist against the tiled wall. His knuckles grew red and began swelling up, but knew no bones were broken. "There are too many unanswered questions."

Ianto rinsed off the lather of soap that built up while he was lost in his thoughts. He shut off the shower and dried himself off, and after putting on the fresh clothes, headed back into the main room. He looked at the clock once more and noticed 20 more minutes had passed. "Oh shit. He's really going to be freaking out." He collected himself and the usual items he kept on him at all times. He made sure he had the room key and then made his exit.

He arrived outside suite 100, four doors down from his. Ianto's nerves started to get the best of him and he almost fled back to his room. No, we need to do this now or we never will, he coached himself. He was just about to knock when the door swung open rather violently.

He suppressed an outward gasp and felt an uneasy feeling grow in the pit of his stomach. Why is Gwen here? Why are they so disheveled? And why do they look so damn guilty?

Gwen noticed that Jack's grip had loosened due to the shock of Ianto being there when the door opened. Still angered, she forcefully but subtly jerked her arm free. She looked down and away from Ianto not wanting to look the source of her problems in the eyes. She rounded the corner and kept walking, refusing to look back.

Jack and Ianto were still staring at each other in shock. Neither knew what to say not how to react. Now you really got yourself in trouble, Harkness. Jack finally stepped aside and motioned for Ianto to come in.

Ianto hesitated at first. What the hell just happened? Then he thought of all the unanswered questions and moved in. As Jack was closing the door behind him, Ianto looked around and noted the bed being a mess. The uneasy feeling in his stomach grew and he could feel bile beginning to form and rise in his throat. He wouldn't, would he?

Jack noticed Ianto's unease and immediately wanted to clear the air of any such thoughts. "Nothing happened, Ianto. That wasn't what it looked like." He hoped he sounded as truthful as the statement was, but having been caught off guard with the younger man's presence as he was tossing Gwen out may have betrayed him.

Ianto looked sternly at the older man. All of his pent up insecurities and anger came flooding into him at once. He was losing control. "You're a bloody wreck, she was just as bad, if not worse, the bed's a fucking mess, and you both look guilty as hell," he spat out. "How is that not what it looks like?!"

Jack made his way closer to Ianto hoping to comfort and calm him, but Ianto moved away, wanting to be nowhere near the older man right now. Jack sighed. "Ianto, I promise you, nothing happened. We just had a tiff, that's all."

Not believing him, but wanting to hear him out just in case, Ianto asked, "About what exactly?!" His fury was still ever present in his words.

Jack tried again to move closer to Ianto. He was pleased that the younger man didn't move away this time, but could tell he still wasn't trusting. "About how I don't love her, though she thinks I should." He wanted to tell Ianto everything, but didn't want to cause problems between the two, especially since they all work together. Too bad the problems already existed.

"THAT BLOODY WENCH!" Ianto exclaimed. "She couldn't just leave well enough alone, could she?!" He was fuming and pacing back and forth in the small area in which he stood, mumbling angrily to himself in Welsh so Jack could not understand him.

Jack was flabbergasted. For one, he never heard Ianto speak so negatively about anyone let alone call someone a name as nasty as 'wench'. Then he wondered what had happened between Ianto and Gwen, and the whole team for that matter, while he was gone. He could tell it was bad and needed to calm Ianto down before getting any answers.

He walked over to Ianto and grabbed his arms to hold him still. Ianto struggled against Jack at first, but Jack held his ground. Once Ianto finally stopped fussing, Jack embraced him in one of his comforting hugs. When he felt the built up tension leave his lover's body, he pulled free to look into Ianto's eyes and asked, as calmly as possible, "Please tell me what's going on?" Ianto nodded his compliance and Jack ushered him to the edge of the bed, sitting him down. Jack positioned himself next to Ianto, close enough for comfort but not overcrowding.

"You had left..." Ianto began, "which we need to talk about, by the way." Jack nodded his agreement and Ianto continued. "Tosh, Owen, and Gwen all confronted me about the kiss."

Jack nodded again that he understood so far and for Ianto to continue.

"Gwen and I argued because I overheard her confession of love for you while you were dead. She wants you all for herself." They both sat in silence. Jack's lack of response made Ianto nervous, so he continued once more, knowing this was the moment to bring up Jack's confession to Gwen. "And it's no wonder she made a move after what you told her."

That last bit got Jack to react. What? "What are you talking about?"

"You told her you came home to her." Ianto looked away from Jack to conceal the fact that he was about to cry.

Jack had to think. When did I say that? Then he remembered her cornering him on the way down to the archives. Shit. He heard that? "Ianto, I didn't mean it."

"So then did you mean it when you told me the same thing?!" Ianto tried not to be angry, but couldn't help himself. He was too livid.

"Of course I did, Ianto! I came back for you!" Jack confessed again, hoping he would believe him. Why can't he see how much he means to me?

Ianto looked straight into Jack's eyes, blue eyes pleading to be believed. As much as he saw and felt the truth in Jack's words, Ianto just couldn't. "I don't believe you," he said, getting up from the bed and heading straight for the door.

"Ianto, please don't go," Jack pleaded, getting up from the bed, ready to chase after him.

But that just made Ianto quicken his pace. He was back to his suite and through the door before Jack could catch up.

"Please, Ianto..." Jack continued pleading and banging on the door, not caring that it was late and he could wake other guests.

Tosh, being only a few rooms away in 113 overheard the commotion and wondered what was going on. By the time she threw on her night robe and got into the hall, Jack was heading back into his suite looking severely upset.

Tosh made her way to Ianto's door and knocked four times in her sweet manner.

"Go away!" Ianto snapped. He didn't want any company, especially not if it was Jack.

"Ianto, it's Tosh. I'm sorry,I just wanted to make sure you're alright." She began to turn away when she heard the door unlocking, then opening.

"Hi, Tosh. Sorry, I'm fine. How about a day at the spa tomorrow, yeah?"

Ianto's red, puffy eyes and pale complexion told Tosh that he was far from fine. "Sure thing, say noon?"

"Yup, see you then." Ianto forced a smile as Tosh nodded and then headed back to her suite.

Once inside she picked up the hotel room phone and called Owen's room. "Owen, we have a problem."