So here is last Ianto bit for now, some decision making on his side. Then we're off with Jack, out of the Hub, hopefully I'll manage to go through dr who episode without falling out of trail. Thank you for wonderful new reviews it is really something great in receiving such energy for this fun I'm having while writing this.

Spoiler alert: Adrift

Beta-ed: TattooedLibrarian

He felt safe inside of the greenhouse. It was funny really, but it just didn't look like the rest of the Hub and there weren't any signs of Jack in there. It had only been finished for a few days and it already began to look green. Ianto busied himself with grooming the plants for a while.

When he was done with that he finally entered Jack's office to look for a place for Jonah's file. Ianto was puzzled because he had already cleaned up whole office area and the workers had rebuilt most of it, but he hadn't come across any filing systems he didn't know. Well, Jack surely didn't want anybody to know about it so he must have hid it somewhere unexpected. Ianto's gaze fell on the open hole of Jack's bedroom. No, not down there, it wouldn't be convenient, and Jack wouldn't take something like that near his bed. But Ianto remembered that there was a part of the ceiling that was lower than the rest of the room, Ianto noticed it while he was...

Ianto shrugged off that thought and turned to the corner of the room looking for a crack in the floor. Ianto smiled when he found it in the corner where the wall and floor meet each other. It opened with a click and in there were files, two rows of them. It wasn't hard to find Jonah's place among them. Ianto discovered that there already existed a sheet with Jonah's personal data. Jack had expected him; there was all the information about his disappearance. Ianto opened it and read the file. Inside was a picture of young Jonah with his mother. Also there was an interview with her. Ianto was moved and sadden; she loved her son very much. Ianto felt the burden in the fact he knew what happened to her son.

Ianto sat on the floor and considered his choices. There was the choice to tell her everything, or to keep her in the dark. Of course there was a choice to tell her and if she reacts badly Retcon her, but Retcon was tricky, and people had different ways of coping with memory loss. In such a big and emotional case Ianto doubted that Retcon would be completely efficient. He knew what Jack would do, he wouldn't say anything, but he wasn't here and this was Ianto's decision.

While he looked at their picture he tried to imagine the outcomes of both scenarios. If he told her she could cope or not. If not, that's obviously bad, but if she does is that good. Ianto compared the boy in the picture with the ruined, burned, hairless and lost man he found today. That wasn't something she could ever get over, she loved her son, and she would forever regret a man he never was, the years that were stolen, the pure injustice and randomness of it all. If she could cope she would take care of him, but in what Ianto saw today there wasn't much she could offer him. How her life would change, all meaning would be different. Ianto now considered Lisa and what Jack said, that not many people would be able to care for her. Once Ianto knew her destiny there wasn't going back, not for him, but he wouldn't wish that kind of destiny for anyone. This one was even worse because there wasn't any hope that Jonah would return in his previous state.

If she didn't know she would be just one more mother who lost her child, and no matter how horrible that was, it was something that did happen, that she could share and leave behind in time. She could even have some small hope that he was safe wherever he is. Ianto would give anything if he could imagine Lisa safe and happy somewhere out there.

Ianto closed Jonah's file and put it back in its place.

There were more files than Flat Holm residents. Ianto browsed through them briefly just to find out that some of them were dead and the rest of them belonged to the people that weren't back, at least not yet. Ianto closed the lid.

After that he cleaned the Hub, there wasn't much time for that lately. He ordered a pizza; he couldn't afford to get skinny, not with Owen observing him for signs of madness. When he was done there wasn't anything else to do. The Rift alarm was quiet, machines were buzzing, and his eyes were heavy. He could make himself one more coffee and go to the archives but the day was so long and hard. If the Rift alarm went off it would wake him up. He took off his jacket and lay down on the sofa. He tossed and turned but there wasn't a way for Ianto to be comfortable on it. Maybe Owen and the girls could sleep there but Ianto was just too tall. It was torture and he would be even more tired if he tried to sleep on it. They really should have beds in the Hub for night shifts that were quiet, with Jack around there hadn't been any need for that. Thinking of it, there was one bed in the Hub and it wasn't like Ianto hasn't slept in it before. He hesitated briefly. If Owen, Gwen or Tosh went down there it would most definitely be weird, but if he slept there it would be considered sentimental. If they by chance found him there, he could live with sentimental, especially if that meant a good night of sleep.

Ianto adjusted the alarm to loud and went to Jack's office. He went down the ladder and was in Jack's room. He stood there feeling awkward. He inhaled deeply and then held his breath as Jack's scent attacked his senses. Damn Jack and his pheromones, he just had to dash out so cheerful and careless, it would be better for him if he was enjoying himself, because Ianto would be quite mad at him if he ran off just to be miserable and die again. Ianto exhaled slowly and let go of that feeling. Here he was, he would sleep and would not bother much with fact that this was Jack's bed. If he decided to pop out now Ianto would just punch him and carry on. Not because he was angry, but just because a man has to keep a certain dose of dignity in these kind of situations. Especially if you're caught in your boxers, which Ianto was because he didn't want to crumple his trousers.

Ianto sighed and slid into bed. When he covered himself he discovered that Jack was using that same gray blanket on his bed. Ianto smiled at that notion and wrapped it around his shoulders suddenly feeling comfortable in this place. While he was falling asleep Ianto remembered Jack's musings about beds spread across the Hub. That would have been awfully suspicious with Jack around, but without him it could just pass as normal, knowing they would have to take over night shifts. Before sleep took over, Ianto took mental notes about convenient places for camp beds. He could even put one in the archive room with personal files from 19th century. Jack would find that most amusing, and it would be a way to send a small note that says `I'm not angry, I just miss you`. With that thought sleep took over Ianto as he buried his nose in the pillow.

Advice: We'll let him sleep briefly, maybe you should too, make some distance to absorb Jack's point of view on End of Days.