oh, oh, oh my. Three reviews in one day, and so wonderful too. Thank you very much. Especially to Yukimi to whom I can't send PM to. Thank you for new alerts too. It makes me breathe (not bread like my beta pointed out, I laugh when I realized my mistake) easier knowing you want to tag along. Here is Ianto, enjoy, although with sadness.

Spoiler alert: End Of Days

Beta-ed: TattooedLibrarian

After Jack revived by gasping air and shouting Ianto felt his heart skip several beats, he began to breathe again. When he heard Jack's voice loud, sound and alive he started to move with purpose. He grabbed Jack holding him tightly. The weight of the man was comforting, he was breathing, his palms were warm, his scent filled Ianto's nose with a familiar feeling. He carried Jack through the collapsing Hub feeling with each step more awake, more alive. When he passed by Jack's coat he just grabbed it from a hanger without thinking. That coat was a part of Jack, it was his armour and Jack needed it. He had let go of Jack only for one moment when he had to go down the stairs, but then he turned waiting for him, ignoring bricks and concrete that rained around them. When Jack grabbed him again he intertwined their hands, holding Jack on his side.

As they dragged Jack down the street Ianto thought how strange it felt to support his Captain. It seemed that Jack rarely needed help. After Gwen let go of Jack he supported whole his weight on Ianto and Ianto took it, it was familiar weight and it kept him in place, right place, by Jack's side. Ianto held Jack's arms to confirm he was there, to keep him there. But then horror filled the sky, the monster that haunted his dreams before he was able to replace it with real face, the one of his father. This was a real creature and they let him out, Abaddon the Great Devourer, just like in book Ianto had read that morning.

Then Gwen came back and asked Jack to do something. Jack stood up and let go of Ianto leaving just one hand on his shoulder, Ianto held that hand as long as he could, but then he had gone. Gwen took him to Abaddon and all Ianto could think was sacrifice. Sacrifice was a common thing in those kinds of stories, ones that involved demons and gods. He stared at his phone, but the call didn't come. When Owen's phone rang he knew Jack was gone. Jack wouldn't call Owen, he would call him. So he followed Owen feeling heavy. They found Gwen clutching Jack's body. This time she cried like she hadn't before when Owen shot Jack. Abaddon was gone. Ianto took Jack's body from Gwen's hands and she helped him put Jack into the SUV. He drove Gwen and Jack while Owen and Tosh followed behind them. He was so calm, like he didn't feel anything. Gwen mumbled behind him and Ianto understood enough to make small picture. Jack couldn't die and she begged him to revive again. Apparently that was usual thing for him. Thing he had shared with Gwen but not with him.

That explained some things to Ianto. Like Jack's often torn, bloody clothes while he was unharmed beneath it. Torchwood got it wrong, he wasn't just healing fast he was rising from the dead. No wonder he didn't want Torchwood One sniffing around, they would have taken him and closed him up in a basement so deep that nobody would have heard of him again. While he was driving Ianto made revision of his memories of Jack fitting in new information about the man. That made him somewhat calmer, capable of driving. When they arrived at their parking lot Gwen suddenly looked up.

"Rhys" she whispered and jumped out of the car forgetting about Jack. She drove away in her car.

Ianto was satisfied with that. She disturbed his thoughts and emotions; he couldn't think while she expressed herself. Ianto took out trolley and moved Jack on it. Only when Jack was on it Ianto realized what he was doing. Tosh and Owen arrived but neither of them was willing to get near Jack's body. Ianto was fine with that. He turned away pushing Jack's body down like he had with so many others. It took him a while to realize that his face is wet from tears. He didn't lift his hand to wipe them; he just pushed on towards morgue.

"Someday we'll run out of space" said Jack to him leaning against the drawers filled with bodies. He looked like wounded angel in that moment. Ianto remembered that moment well. He remembered lots of moments while he was undressing Jack's familiar body. It helped him to deal with the stone cold skin that was once Jack. He had lost him twice in that day.

Ianto put Jack in a body bag but he hesitated before pulling the zipper. He studied his face white like snow and he wondered should he kiss him goodbye just in case, it had worked on Ianto, but Ianto was just human. Nevertheless it couldn't hurt, he thought, but then Gwen raced in.

"No Ianto, stop it, he will come back, he's not dead."

Ianto pulled back leaning against drawers feeling sorrow climbing up his throat. He wiped his tears behind Gwen's back, and then Tosh and Owen came humble and small. Gwen paced around while Owen examined Jack determining the obvious.

"I want to sit with him" Gwen finished their argument and the others started to leave, Ianto followed them hesitantly.

They watched Gwen and Jack on CCTV inside Hub.

"How long is she going to do that?" Owen asked and Ianto looked at him scared that he would make her stop and give up.

The next few days Ianto composed himself cleaning mess in the Hub, clearing ruin's from Jack's office. His nose was clogged whole that time because he cried through it, that's all grieving he allowed himself. As days passed Ianto's hope that Gwen was right withered. Tasks were the only thing that kept him going. That was the way he dealt with pain. After he cleared last chunks of glass from Jack's office he lingered in there straightening his things and files that were always in messy piles. He didn't want to think that it all would get boxed and he would probably be the one to do it. As he passed by Jack's desk Ianto approached Jack's coat. It hung there on the coat stand where Ianto had placed it. Ianto didn't fold it with rest of Jack's clothes, he had brought it up from the morgue and it waited for its Captain, to cover his shoulders, to shield him. Ianto took heavy coat from the hanger and hesitantly brought it to his nose to breathe in Jack's scent. It was there sweet and strong, inviting and comforting. Ianto started to cry. For a moment he let himself feel the loss that he suffered.