Notes: The final part to chapter four. It's been rather fun writing this, but also rather annoying, mostly because I can bash Gwen so easily, but I always hesitate writing her hurting our boys. There was also a request for some sex between the boys since this is rated M and nothing has happened yet. Just wait one more chapter. *wink* Enjoy part 7 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)

Jack forcefully opened the door to his suite and even more forcefully slammed it shut. His emotions were jumbled. He was angry at Emyr for making the move on Ianto, but even more furious with Ianto for not turning that man away. Then he grew hurt and saddened, as if his heart was breaking for the first time.

Why did Ianto dance with that guy?! Jack refused to even think of Emyr's name. That guy kissed Ianto! He didn't even pull away! How could Ianto do this?! Does he really not want to be with me? He agreed to go on a date with me. I tried to talk with him last night. He thinks I want Gwen, but I don't! I know he doesn't believe me, but surely I showed him my true intentions tonight! But then Ianto let that guy talk him up! He let that guy take him on the dance floor! He got close with him! And then that kiss…

"Aaahh!" Jack grunted. How could Ianto do this to me? Is he doing this to get back at me? I need to talk with him, but I'm too angry.

Jack had been pacing back and forth, punching the air and the occasional pillow. He just wanted to wreck the place, but decided against it just in case the team ever needed to retreat to the hotel again.

His thoughts continued to spiral in circles until he paused to gain some composure. That's when he heard it; sobbing. But not just ordinary sobbing, that's Ianto. Why is he so upset?

Jack calmed himself down to step outside his room and look in the direction of the outlandish sobs. The sight was shocking to him. He really is a mess. Jack's heart was breaking further upon seeing the man he cared for so deeply, upset, even if I am still mad at him. He decided to put his anger aside and comfort the younger man, if he'll let me.

Ianto felt broken. He was angry with himself for letting Emyr hit on him. I should have given him the push off. He was upset that Jack was upset. I really hurt him. He must hate me. He's never going to want to be near me again. He's going to fire me, retcon me. Ianto was lost in his thoughts and tears that he never noticed Jack appear at his side.

"Ianto," Jack spoke softly, trying to calm the young man and get him into his suite. Having received no reaction, "Ianto," he pressed. Finally, Jack just lifted Ianto up to his feet, holding him against the wall to keep him from falling back down onto the floor. Jack patted Ianto down, searching for his room key. Having no luck, Jack swung Ianto's arm over his shoulder and placed an arm around his waist. He assisted Ianto, who was half walking, half ready to fall to the floor again, down the hall to his suite.

Where am I going? Ianto thought questioningly, still too dazed and lost from crying so long, so hard, to be aware of his surroundings. I'm walking, but where am I walking to? Whose arms are around me? Then Ianto's senses kicked in, smelling those ever so sweet 51st century pheromones. It's Jack! Why is he helping me? Is he going to retcon me now? Will he kill me here and make it look like suicide? Ianto could only think the worst because he knew he royally screwed up tonight.

Jack ushered Ianto into his room and onto the closest corner of the bed. He turned back around to shut and lock the door. He heard a thud after the final lock was in place and was almost instantaneously by Ianto's side, lifting him off the floor from where he fell.

Using one hand to prop Ianto up to keep him from falling again, Jack began undressing Ianto. He untied and removed Ianto's shoes, followed by his socks. He laid Ianto down and began unbuckling the young man's belt and jeans, then removed them.

Jack is undressing me, Ianto thought. Why?

As if Jack could hear Ianto's thoughts, he offered assurance to the now half naked man lying on the bed. "I'm just going to change you into pajamas," Jack stated. "You need to calm down now before you hyperventilate." Jack proceeded to take off Ianto's top and replace it with one of his own night shirts. Jack couldn't help but admire him. It's a bit big, but Ianto looks good in my shirt.

Ianto had calmed himself down and sat himself up as Jack dressed him. He gained enough self awareness that Jack let him put on the bottoms himself, while Jack went into the bathroom and changed his clothes.

Ianto was off the bed and in one of the desk chairs by the time Jack got out of the bathroom. Jack pulled up the other chair across from Ianto and sat down.

The air between them was thick and full of tension. Each man was angered and upset for various reasons, but neither wanted to break the silence, afraid of what may occur afterwards.

Ianto inhaled a huge breath while closing his eyes, gathering the courage to say something. As he exhaled he apologized, "I'm sorry, sir."

Jack only nodded, noting to Ianto that his apology was heard. I need to know what exactly he's sorry for. But should I believe him? He didn't… doesn't… believe me that I don't want Gwen. How do I know he didn't want that guy?

Ianto didn't give Jack time to figure out a remark. "Are you going to fire or retcon me, sir? I need to know what the consequences will be. I know I hurt him.

Jack was caught off guard by Ianto's questions. "Why would I fire or retcon you?" he asked.

Ianto could hear the confusion in Jack's voice and therefore also grew confused. "I… uh… know that you must hate me for what happened tonight. I figured you don't want me around anymore," he answered nervously.

"Jones, Ianto Jones," Jack said while shaking his head in disbelief. "I may be angry, but I could never hate you."

Ianto nodded his head, but then went completely still and silent. How can he not hate me? He was about to hit Emyr because he kissed me, because I didn't send him away. Everything is my fault, but he doesn't hate me?

"Believe it or not, Ianto," Jack said while grabbing the other man's attention, "I was jealous."

"Jealous, sir?" Ianto quickly asked, making sure he heard Jack correctly.

"Yes, and can we drop the sir?" Jack stated. "I'm not talking with you as your boss right now."

"Yea, sorry," Ianto apologized again.

"When that guy came between us and started talking to you, buying you a drink… Well, I was angry," Jack confessed. I need Ianto to know how much I actually care for him. He noticed that Ianto's full attention was now on him, so he continued. "I was afraid that I would lose you to him; that you found him more attractive. You weren't resisting his advances so I got jealous," Jack ended, not knowing what else to say.

Ianto quickly jumped at the chance to explain. "Jack, I'm so sorry. It's just, you know I don't do social settings well. The only time I can is when I'm with you, just you, or it's Torchwood related. Emyr came up and talked to me and I just wanted to be polite. I didn't want the drink, but I couldn't flat out refuse him, or at least I didn't think I could at the time, I should have, though. I know that now. And when he took me to dance, I was really out of my comfort zone. I freeze and tense up, remember? Whenever I'm uncomfortable? That's what happened, but then the alcohol kicked in. I just started moving. Next thing I realize, we're close together and he's kissing me. Then you're pulling him off me, pushing me away. God, Jack, I'm just so sorry."

Ianto began crying again, realizing how horrible Jack's perspective of the incident must have been and continued to blame himself for everything. Jack pulled himself closer to Ianto, placing a hand on his knee.

"Hey, Ianto," Jack consoled, trying to calm him down again. "It's okay. I understand." How could I have forgotten how uncomfortable Ianto gets while in public? "I was so angry that I forgot how you respond in social settings. It's my fault for not helping you. I'm sorry." And it is. I shouldn't have planned this night out. We should have done something in the hotel instead.

Ianto grabbed at Jack and pulled him into a fierce hug. Both men began crying, letting their built up emotions over flow. There were still plenty of other problems between them, but at least the current one was over and dealt with.

[Meanwhile, down the hall.]

Jack was really pissed off at the club, Gwen thought upon arriving in her suite. I wonder what happened. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten so pissed, then I would know. But he is really upset. I could use this to my advantage! I'm sure he needs some comforting.

Gwen sobered herself up and slipped into her sexy, but modest night attire and headed down the hall to comfort Jack.

[Back in Jack's suite.]

Both men seemed to have shed all the tears their bodies could produce. They stayed embraced well after the crying had ceased, not wanting to leave the comfort of the other's arms.

I still don't get how Jack doesn't hate me, Ianto thought while wrapped tightly in Jack's arms. I really screwed up. But he said he was jealous. That he screwed up, too. Maybe he really does care about me. He wouldn't have been crying so much if he didn't. But I still don't trust him. Not completely anyway.

Jack was lost in his own thoughts. How could I have been so stupid? I let my jealousy get the best of me instead of helping Ianto when he needed me. At least he hasn't left me yet. Maybe there's still a chance for us.

Jack pulled away first, eager to be able to have a serious chat now that both of them have calmed down. "Ianto, do you think we can have that talk now?" he asked gently.

Ianto wouldn't protest. He'd been regretting letting his anger get the best of him the night before. But his own jealousy and insecurities took complete control of his emotions last night, allowing no room for a serious discussion. He nodded his affirmative and waited for Jack to continue.

"Last night, I promise you that absolutely nothing happened between me and Gwen other than a tiff." Jack figured he would start there, reaffirming his feelings are for the young man and him alone. Ianto did not offer a reaction or a response. "Do you believe me?" I don't know how else to show you I don't have feelings for her; that I only want you.

Ianto drew a quick breath. "I… I want to, but for some reason I just can't." I need to be honest with him. Or else things will just get worse.

Jack sighed. "I understand, but I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that nothing happened and nothing ever will."

The room fell silent. Jack was at a loss for words and for what to do.

He was so honest with me about being afraid of losing me, Ianto thought. Maybe I should just tell him the same. But I don't want to be weak. If he leaves again… I know he'll always choose the Doctor over me. And if I'm to stay at Torchwood when that happens, I need to be strong now… But if he knows I'm afraid, and that's why I don't fully trust him, which is why I don't believe him, maybe we can figure this out.

Ianto was finally about to be as honest with Jack as he was with him, when a knock at the door took them both by surprise.

Jack reluctantly got up from his chair to answer the door. He checked through the peephole first, hoping it was someone he could ignore.

Ianto watched, curious as to who was coming by at such a late hour. Whoever it is isn't helping Jack's case right now. Next thing Ianto knew, Jack was suddenly out the door. He heard Jack make some sort of greeting, but couldn't distinguish what was said.

Jack stepped outside the door quickly, trying to keep who arrived at his door hidden to Ianto. He knew it seemed suspicious, but having Gwen show up just when he and Ianto were talking was far from ideal.

"Gwen, what are you doing here?!" Jack exclaimed, but in a hushed tone so Ianto wouldn't hear from in the room.

"You were upset and I wanted to see if you were alright." Gwen responded, though shocked that her presence felt unwanted. Why is he acting like this? Clearly he's been crying. I can comfort him. Show him what it's like to truly be loved and cared for.

"I'm fine, now leave." Jack stated forcefully, just wanting to return to talking with Ianto.

Ianto was immediately suspicious and decided to quickly but quietly head to the door and look through the peephole to see who the mysterious party was. It's Gwen. Why doesn't that even surprise me? He stayed to listen to their conversation.

"Jack, clearly you're not okay. I can tell you were crying," Gwen retorted, not wanting to leave. "I can comfort you."

Before Jack could respond, telling Gwen to leave and that he didn't want her comfort, the door flew open.

"Yes, Jack, why don't you invite her in and let her comfort you?!" Ianto spat out, letting his hatred for the Welshwoman and his suspicions from the previous night take over..

Gwen gasped, not expecting Ianto to be there after what had occurred at the club, though I don't know what really happened.

"No! I don't want that!" Jack yelled, desperately trying to make it clear that he does not want Gwen.

Ianto heard the sincerity in Jack's voice, which, for the time being, was enough to trust him. He momentarily shifted his attention to the stubborn Welshwoman. "You see, Gwen. He doesn't want your comfort."

Gwen caught Jack's gaze, desperately pleading for this not to be true.

"Leave, Gwen." Jack stated firmly, not giving in to Gwen's puppy dog eyes.

Realizing that her advances would be pointless, she surrendered and headed back to her suite. This isn't over! Jack will be with me! She vowed to herself.

Jack and Ianto headed back into the room and over to the chairs. "Do you believe me now?" Jack asked, hoping that his actions proved something to Ianto.

"I do for now," Ianto answered honestly.

"I can live with that." Jack smiled and opened his arms for a hug.

Ianto obliged. He just wanted comfort, as did Jack. "We still need to talk though, Jack."

"Yes, Ianto. Of course." This was all Jack could think about; talking and repairing as many issues as possible. "I can tell you about while I was away."

Ianto scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "I thought you said you couldn't?"

"I'm not supposed to," Jack expressed. "But I convinced the Doctor to allow me to tell one person the whole story; someone I completely trust to help me get through all that happened. I want that one to be you."

Ianto was touched. "Was it bad?"

"Very."

"Did you die?"

"Many times."

"Will it mess with timelines if I know?" Ianto had read up about the Doctor during the four months while Jack was gone. He found hidden reports from people who had met the notorious Time Lord and each had mentioned how knowing something you shouldn't could drastically change the present and/or future.

"No, but it's risky," Jack confessed and repeated his vague answer to Tosh from dinner. "The event is time locked, but anyone with knowledge of the event becomes a risk. Should anyone ever want that knowledge, they could use torture to do so. But that's why the Doctor will only allow me one person to tell. He knows what I went through."

"Jack, I'm touched, really." Ianto began. "But please don't tell me. At least not everything."

"But Ianto," Jack began to protest.

"No, Jack." Ianto firmly cut him off. "We'll make a compromise, yea? You can tell me about your deaths. I know how hard they are on you. But nothing else." He waited for a response from Jack, but only received puzzled looks. "I don't want to risk being the cause or information source of another potential hostile takeover again." Then he reaffirmed. "Your deaths, fine. But please, nothing else. Should I change my mind, I'll let you know."

Jack nodded. "Okay, Ianto." He began thinking of where to start, which death to mention first. There are so many. Over 500, one or two deaths a day for a whole year.

"Good, but not tonight," Ianto responded quickly. "We've had one hell of an emotional night. Let's just leave everything as is." Ianto hated Jack dying. He knew that hearing about ones he wasn't around to comfort Jack for when he came back through would tear him apart inside. And to have that feeling on top of being emotionally wrecked would not be helpful for either of them.

"Okay, but," Jack grew nervous. I need Ianto with me tonight. Last night's dream was the worst. I really want him to stay. "I have really bad dreams now; extreme nightmares really. Can you stay with me tonight? Please?"

Ianto's heart ached for the older man. The sincerity and pure fear in Jack's voice was enough to convince him to stay. "Yes, Jack, I'll stay."