A/N: So, we're approaching the end. I think next chapter will be first of Meat. But here are some teasers of what could come next when all this is done. So enjoy, leave a note, more soon.

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

No spoliers.

Jack was shaken by his visitor but he tried to hide that from Ianto. Everything that came with his old Captain from the Time Agency was too big, as he always was too big, loud and demanding. It was funny to still feel small before him when he was already a few centuries older than him. Or was he? With the Captain you could never tell. It was just impossible to imagine that the Doctor had died. It would be scary to live in the Universe without the Doctor. With him around there was always the tiny hope that he'd find a way to fix Jack, or at least that he could have sought out his company and guidance. Although lately he rarely wanted his guidance. When he had to do awful things he didn't want the Doctor to be around and look over his shoulder with disdain and anger. When he did the right things he just carried on avoiding too big of praise because he knew bad days would come his way soon.

Thinking of the Doctor and prospects of his death made Jack instinctively reach out for sex as a distraction but it seemed that the moment was gone. Ianto was stiff and unresponsive. That never happened before.

"What's wrong?" asked Jack with caution.

"Nothing" Ianto shook his head not withdrawing but not leaning in either. "It's silly really."

"Tell me" Jack held him tightly around his waist and they leaned on the SUV.

"You'll answer his call in few centuries and I'll never find out what he wanted from you" said Ianto sadly. "And I'm curious now."

"Do you want to go?" Jack got excited and worried by that option. "I can call him right away, he would come back, and he can probably get us in the exact spot as we left."

"Yeah like you came back instantly the last time" Ianto deadpanned and Jack couldn't really disagree. "No, I'm just curious, that's all. Maybe you could send me letters from the future when I'm old. That would be fun to read, and I would find out what happened."

Jack smiled widely.

"I would love that, to keep a diary of my journeys for Ianto Jones. It wouldn't be as interesting and exciting as your diary, but still" Jack teased.

"You don't read it, do you?" Ianto was horrified.

"No, but now that you've mentioned it…" Jack trailed off and Ianto smacked him on the head.

"Don't think about it" Ianto warned him off. "And your diary wouldn't be exciting only if you cut out all the interesting parts which you surely would, knowing how you write reports."

"Well I will have to practice then" Jack smiled. "Maybe you could give me some pointers."

"You wish" Ianto smirked and Jack leaned in for a kiss but Ianto dodged his lips pushing himself off the SUV.

"What now?" Jack was beginning to feel desperate, he really needed this to be a shag night, or he'd go back to the Hub to dwell upon the Captain, the Doctor and a future without Ianto.

"Not here" Ianto shoved his hands in his pockets. "If we're done here, you could come to my place. I would be highly uncomfortable if you were to undress me here on the hood of the car. People do look through windows and there are passerbys, next time it could be someone that doesn't know you."

Jack grinned realizing how flattering Ianto just was towards him. He just admitted that he could be persuaded to take his clothes off in a public place for him. That was something after shagging as long as they had. Jack refused to count because he would have to count differently for his time line.

"I would love that" Jack pushed himself off the SUV and went to open Ianto's door for him. "I thought you'd never ask."

At Ianto's they took off their shoes and Ianto turned on his radio. From the speakers spilled out Berry White's resonant voice singing of love and life and Jack grabbed Ianto turning him against his chest.

"Can I have this dance?" he smiled and Ianto complied with just slight roll of his eyes.

They danced in silence and Jack thought of how he would love to see Ianto Jones in space and that he would love to write letters to him throughout his years to come, it would be comforting. Maybe he would write of his lost year once. Or of his lost brother. Of dancing against Big Ben as bombs fell around them and he just didn't care where they fell.

Jack's eyes teared up and Ianto looked at him as he could feel the change of the mood.

"Enough of that" Ianto said. "Stop the old man's show at once. We're here, alive and dancing, and the bed is nearby, I don't need you to ponder some lost lovers you've romanced to this tune."

"Never with you Ianto Jones," Jack smiled warmly hoping he'd always remember this. Alive and reprimanding Ianto Jones who never let him get away with less than present.

Jack kissed Ianto and quickly heat raised between them. Jack was more and more amazed how attraction came effortlessly between two of them, there was no need for seducing and pretending, it was just needed for him to show up. And that alone was worth something, at least for him to be present in this moment to absorb the man that was Ianto Jones, and he did, he devoured him with hunger and passion and Ianto let him. He just followed every Jack's move and demand without a word or complaint, meeting his hunger.

After a while they lay on Ianto's bed exhausted and Jack watched Ianto fall asleep. As he watched his sleeping face Jack felt fear creeping in, closing its hard fist around his heart. Jack justified himself that it was just worry of the Captain and his secret plans, of the future, of the silent Rift, but as he justified himself he never once diverted his gaze from Ianto's even breath. After a while the fear became too big to bear and he sneaked out of bed and out of the apartment. Surely there was some engaging task at the Hub.

Ah, Jack...