Friday

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Jack lay on Ianto’s bed beside the younger man and watched him sleep; he looked so peaceful and so young. Jack’s heart bled at the sight, Ianto didn’t deserve the pain he’d felt, no one did, but especially not Ianto. He rolled onto his back and recalled some of their earlier conversation: “We’d been at a house just outside London collecting some artefacts from a garage sale, we knew the Ghost Shift was going to happen whilst we were there, but when it did it went… wrong.” Ianto had been staring at his hands, unwilling or unable to meet Jack’s eyes. “The ghosts became physical, cybermen. Mary, our leader, was ex-UNIT, she’d heard about the cybermen from people like Sir Alistair, all the horror stories of their invasions and the way the Doctor always saved the day. We raced back to Canary Wharf but it was over before we got there, we saw all the cybermen being dragged through the air away from us, and the bodies everywhere, all the people they’d killed. When we got there, the conversion machines, they’d just stopped, and Lisa…” his tears had started to fall then and he had been unable to continue.

Jack pulled him close and held him as sobs wracked him, needing to do something, anything, to stop the pain, but it had only got worse, “She was still alive, there was blood everywhere but she was alive. I knew my way through the building enough to avoid you all, I got her out and into the basement, and got a conversion unit to keep her alive, the whole place was dead, there were bodies everywhere, people who’d been caught in the crossfire, people I knew some of them. But I thought that if I could save her, if I could save just one person, it wouldn’t be as bad as it looked.”

“It felt like it was working, to start with anyway. She regained consciousness and it was Lisa, or I thought it was. But in the end she was gone, really, she was gone and there was a monster waiting to take her place.”

Then he’d talked about his nightmares, the reason that Jack was still lying on his bed watching him, even though it felt a bit creepy. They’d come in here because it was more comfortable, and Ianto could go to sleep if he needed to, and they’d sat facing each other on the bed, until Jack had moved round to hold him. He didn’t know if Ianto had even noticed. “I was always at Canary Wharf, walking down the corridor towards the conversion chambers, but when I got there it was different. Lisa was there, human, being pulled out the far end of the room by cybermen, but I couldn’t reach her because the room was full of daleks and cybermen. Every time, I got through the room but they’d taken her and converted her, fully converted her.”

He’d broken down then, unable to speak for several minutes, sobbing brokenly so that Jack dreaded what would come next, “And then she killed me, every night. Every time, I went to that corridor and walked down it, and there was nothing I could do to stop.”

“But last night it was different, it was worse, because when I went through the door at the other end of the room I was in the hub, in the basement with the conversion unit, and she wasn’t there. I knew as soon as I got there what I would find, she’d killed you all, and it was all my fault. I didn’t want to go on, didn’t want to see it, but I couldn’t stop.”

“I went down the corridor towards the main hub. Gwen was the first one I found, she was near the door, then I found Tosh at her desk, and Owen in the autopsy bay. He walked up the stairs, knowing without having to think about it what he would find. He would be too late, as before. Lisa was in the door of Jack’s office, he hadn’t seen her. He needed to shout a warning, but he couldn’t. He was rooted to the spot and all he could do was watch as she put her hand on his shoulder, and he swung round, and he died. Too late, Ianto found his voice, “Jack!”

“Shhh, I’m here Ianto, I’m here.” The captain was looking at him with eyes full of concern, holding him as he struggled against the nightmare, trying ineffectually to calm him.

“Jack?” As the last couple of days pieced themselves together in his mind he curled up, away from Jack’s comforting embrace, to wrap his arms around his knees and cry again.

Jack paused, at a loss once again. He’d never had to deal with anything like this, especially not with the added complication of his feelings for Ianto, which he still couldn’t make head nor tail of. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Working on gut instinct, not the most reliable guideline in his experience but the only one he had at the moment, he reached out a hand and rested it on Ianto’s shoulder. When the young man didn’t pull away he slid it down his back and rubbed gently in small circles, like he had with Tosh the day before. “Hey, come on Yan, talk to me. What’s up?” He paused to consider the question, “On a very specific in this moment scale, rather than a general ‘the world’s going to hell in a handcart’ scale.”

Ianto gave a humourless laugh and looked back at him, “I left a bit out, Jack. The bit where I saw her kill you.”

Jack pulled the young man close again and was grateful when he curled closer rather than pulling away; for one night, just one night, he could hold him close. It was a shame it was this night really. He paused to consider, wondering if he should divulge his greatest secret, “That’s not going to happen, Yan. Never ever, I’ll always be here for you.” He said finally, settling for something ambiguously reassuring. The ambiguity seemed to have been in vain though.

“It’s true then, you’re immortal?” Ianto was shocked to see Jack’s face darken in a look of betrayal.

“Did she tell you?” He asked quietly, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Did who tell me? No, no, I figured it out. You’re looking at a man who lives in the archives, you’re in reports dating back to 1869.” He gave a reassuring smile and it seemed to work; the captain relaxed again and the look vanished.

“Sorry, Gwen saw Suzie shoot me, I asked her not to tell anyone.”

“I won’t tell them, if you don’t want me to…”

“I think it’s all a bit academic now,” he laughed slightly, “Since they’ve all seen me deleted twice. But seriously, I thought I’d covered my tracks better than that. I spent ages in the archives trying to get rid of all my reports back at the turn of the millennium.”

“You missed a couple here and there, and it’s all backed up on the computer.”

“Seriously?” the immortal looked incredulous, “That computer’s more intelligent than I am.”

“And extraterrestrial?” Ianto asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” the captain was clearly thrown by the revelation and so was saying more than he normally would have, “it’s a TARDIS, time and relative dimension in space, I travelled in one once, a long time ago.” He looked strangely uncertain as his brain caught up with his mouth, “Very long time ago, lifetimes.”

“Nearly one hundred and forty years, is that how you ended up in Cardiff?”

“I got left behind, came here to try and catch him up again, the Doctor that is, it was his ship. We died, my girlfriend and I, daleks.” He explained in broken phrases, clearly upset by the recollections, “And then I woke up and he’d left me behind. I almost hated him for it, especially when I overshot and ended up in the 1870s. He’s going to come back here soon to refuel, but I don’t know if he even knows I’m alive. I live in constant fear of waiting over one hundred years for him and then missing him.”

Ianto reached across and squeezed his hand reassuringly, “You’re not making a lot of sense, Jack. But, if you want to talk about it, I’d like to understand.”

A wave of gratitude swept over the older man, he hadn’t told anyone about his past and, truth be told, it was starting to weigh him down. Maybe Ianto would be the person he needed, just like he’d wished until Lisa came along, a proper friend. But for the moment… “Not tonight, one day, I promise, but you need to sleep.”

Ianto looked understandably nervous, “I don’t… Will you stay?” he asked in a rush.

“Of course,” he smiled gently, “I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning. And trust me, if there’s one thing I’ve learnt over the years, it’s how to make a decent breakfast.”

“The full works?” Ianto asked, his eyes feeling heavy, “Sausage, bacon, eggs…”

”Hash browns, the lot, you’d better believe it.” He laughed, feeling relaxed for the first time in longer than he cared to recall; maybe, for once, it was going to work out in his favour, just for a while, but this moment would keep him going.

Ianto slept soundly until he was woken by the nightmare again. Jack’s hand was a reassuring weight on his shoulder and he let the older man pull him close whilst he regained control of his breathing. He checked the time on the clock and groaned when he saw the reading, 09.46. Sitting up suddenly he frowned at Jack, “Jack, shouldn’t you be at work? You didn’t have to wait.”

“Not a chance Yan.” The captain smiled at him, “I’ve called Tosh and told her I’ll be in for a bit later to make sure everything’s running smoothly and Gwen and Owen haven’t blown anything up, then I’ll come back here. You need me more than they do. Besides, you’re better company.”

“I’ve been asleep though.”

“True, which says a lot about Owen, don’t you think?” Jack laughed. “Right, I’m going to make breakfast, stay there. And that’s an order!”

A short while later he turned round to find Ianto watching him approvingly from the kitchen doorway. The young man was dressed in faded blue jeans and a plain black T-shirt, reminding Jack of their first meeting in the graveyard. Jack smiled warmly and chuckled, trying to fight the cocktail of emotions rising at the domestication of the situation, the longing, the heartache, the amusement... “I thought I told you to stay where you were?”

Ianto stuck his tongue out and went to make coffee, “We’re not at work, are we? Beside, your coffee’s shit and I figured you’d need a Ianto Jones coffee special after last night. Did you sleep at all?” he shot at the older man who was studying a pair of fried eggs carefully and appeared not to hear the last question, “Jack?”

“No, I didn’t. Don’t worry about it; I don’t tend to sleep much anyway. I survive on coffee.” He smiled, his smile broadening at the disapproving look Ianto shot him.

“You’re impossible!” Ianto shook his head but couldn’t resist smiling in return, something about Jack did that, you couldn’t help smiling when he did. “Here, get that down you.

“Likewise.” Jack said, placing two plates on the table and dishing out the breakfast, then taking a seat opposite Ianto and accepting the coffee off him with a grateful groan, “You are a Godsend Ianto Jones, and I don’t even believe in him!”

He laughed and tucked into his breakfast to discover that Jack hadn’t been lying about his breakfast making abilities, “Bloody Hell, Jack! You can come round more often.” Which earned him a laugh, coupled with an unreadably wistful look in Jack’s eyes that inspired a wave of sympathy in him for the older man. He wondered if he’d once had a home and a family whom he could cook for every day, and if he had, how long had it been since he’d lost them? There was no doubt that these days, Captain Jack Harkness was alone.

They ate in a companionable silence, each lost in his own thoughts and enjoying the experience of not being on his own. Once they’d finished they stayed at the table until Jack checked his watch and groaned, “Right, I don’t think I can put it off anymore. I’m going to go in and check on the Hub, and then I’ll be right back.”

“You don’t have to.” Ianto said hurriedly, no matter how much he wanted and needed Jack there, Torchwood and the world were more important, “I’ll be fine, honestly.”

Still, he was relieved when Jack shook his head and smiled, although it was a sad smile, “Like I said, I’ll be right back.” He said as he left, resting a gentle hand on Ianto’s shoulder on his way past. Ianto found himself looking forwards to the captain’s return, something he never would have expected even the day before.

After letting himself out, Jack leaned against Ianto’s door for a moment to think; he knew that he should put Torchwood before Ianto but… He tried to work it out in his mind, Ianto was Torchwood, Torchwood couldn’t function without Ianto, and Ianto couldn’t function without him at the moment. Probably. He sighed and swore at himself for making excuses, before sliding into the SUV and crossing the town in silence, it was a long drive from Ianto’s house and he wondered again how much sleep the young man must get if he had to travel this distance every day. Recalling that there had been a few occasions when Jack had got the distinct impression that he’d slept at the Hub, the captain made a mental note to offer Ianto a room of his own at the base; it wasn’t like they were short of the space, and it would give him an option after particularly long days.

Gwen was in the TI office dealing with a couple from the North: Lancashire by their accents, it was a while since he’d heard that accent last, so he helped her out by advising a couple of American gap year students who were waiting for her. When they had all left he found her staring at him in slight surprise and he shrugged, “What? I’ve been living here long enough to know my stuff. I’ve even picked up a bit of Welsh.”

“Well done you.” She said by way of a response, slightly sarcastically.

“Diolch.” He grinned at her

“That’s not the extent of your Welsh, is it?” She asked in mock horror, although she expected it probably was, “You can say thank you? Well, better than most I suppose.”

“Actually I have a fairly good grasp of Welsh, I can get by at least. And don’t look so disparaging!” They walked into the Hub together, “Normally I don’t bother to learn languages, I can understand and be understood almost universally. Learning the lingo was quite a leap.”

She laughed, but they were interrupted by a call from Tosh, “Good morning, Jack. How’s Ianto?”

“Morning, Tosh. He’s fine, or will be at any rate.” He grimaced as guilt shot through him again; Gwen really wasn’t helping matters with the dark glances she was shooting his way, “I’m just checking in here, then I’m going straight back there. You’re in charge whilst I’m gone. Play nicely for Aunty Tosh kids.”

Owen scowled as he approached, “When’s tea-boy coming back then?”

Jack almost snapped at him, until he realised the significance of the nickname. It meant that, for Owen at least, things were back to normal, so he just sighed instead. “I don’t know, probably Monday or Tuesday, not before then anyway. Not until I’m sure he’s ready.”

“And you’d be the expert I take it?” Owen shot, standing his ground.

“I got bored once, I have a degree in Psychology from the Open University, not sure if that counts though.” He almost laughed at the gob smacked expressions on the faces of his team, “What, I’m a quick learner?” He’d been collecting stuff as he talked and had now put it all into a bag. As he turned to Tosh he pulled it onto his shoulder, “Like I said, you’re in charge until I get back. No arguments, if you get anything major call me. Send me a briefing tonight, no matter what. I don’t know that I’ll get another chance to check in here before tomorrow or the day after. Can you set something up so that rift spike alerts are sent to my laptop as well?” When she nodded he seemed to make his mind up and turned to go, but paused for a moment, “Ianto’s family, guys. Remember that.” And without another word he left the Hub.

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Ianto was sitting in the living room, trying to pretend that he wasn’t just waiting for Jack to get back. He’d been gone about an hour and a half now, surely he should be back soon? The young man got up and went to the bookcase, trying to distract himself, and he was grateful when he heard the door open and the loudest, most outrageous man he’d ever met announced his arrival simply by arriving. No chance of pretending he hadn’t noticed his arrival then, “You took your time.” He turned and smiled at the captain, the smile growing when he saw the pizzas Jack was carrying.

“Yeah, well, if you will insist on living so far from anything…” He put the pizzas down on the coffee table, slung a bag carefully into the corner and took his greatcoat off, hanging it on a hook in the hall before rejoining Ianto on the sofas where the young Welshman appeared to be examining them closely without opening the boxes.

“Ham and pineapple and…” He hesitated at the aromas coming from the other pizza, “A bit of everything?”

“Correct, was I also correct in thinking that ham and pineapple is you favourite?”

Ianto looked impressed, “How did you figure that one out? We almost always have a different order these days.”

“Easy,” Jack leaned back with a slice of pizza, looking smug, “All I had to notice was that the two things that our pizza orders always have in common are the fact that we always have a ham and pineapple and you always order.”

“OK Sherlock, you win!” Ianto laughed as he reached for another slice. “I could order all the toppings more often if you’d like?”

“I may take you up on that one.” He smiled slyly, “Do you think that a person’s character can be guessed by their choice of pizza?”

The younger man looked at him, debating the wisdom of his next move, “Not really, sir. Because if it did I would have a cheese and tomato with either Welsh Cheddar or something outrageous. And you would consider all the toppings but eventually settle for just one.” When he saw the look on Jack’s face he was glad that he’d hesitated for long enough for the older man to swallow the pizza he’d just taken a bite of. Whilst Jack may be immortal, Ianto didn’t think that he was up to seeing him die in his living room.

When he’d regained control of his mental capabilities Jack put the slice of pizza down carefully and just stared at the Welshman, who seemed unwilling to meet his eye again. “Bloody hell.” He muttered, more to himself than to Ianto, “When did you get so damned intelligent?”

“I’ve always been that intelligent, sir. You just didn’t notice it underneath the suit.” He tried and failed to lighten the mood, judging by the way Jack’s face darkened almost in pain.

“Please stop calling me sir? At least when we’re out of the Hub? And, I did see it, I just didn’t realise…” Didn’t realise what, that Ianto would read him so well that he’d know him better than Jack knew himself? That Ianto would eventually be everything Jack wanted, but still unattainable? That he’d come to rely on him more than he’d relied on anyone for so, so long, and that it would break his heart? No, he hadn’t realised any of those things.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and realised that Ianto had come over to sit on the same sofa as him because a solitary tear was rolling down Jack’s cheek. He reached to brush it away angrily but found that Ianto had beaten him to it and had brushed it away softly with the pad of his thumb. The young man was gazing at him, searching his face with eyes full of concern, “Didn’t realise?”

“That I wasn’t the only one with a degree in psychology.” Jack replied, trying to rebuild his defences before the young Welshman got to him. Again.

It appeared to be futile though, as Ianto continued to search his face before sighing and pulling him closer, just as he had done for Ianto before. “I think it’s your turn Jack. You heard my worries last night, now let me do it for you.”

He wanted to, he so wanted to, but he couldn’t. Still, he found he couldn’t pull away either, “I can’t, Ianto. I’ve got so much welled up, that if I let go for a moment I’ll never get it back under control until it’s done. One day, one day I want to tell you everything. But not now, I can’t. I just…”

“It’s OK, I understand. Well I don’t, I never could, but I understand if you don’t want to talk about it yet, especially with me.”

“Why especially with you?” Jack looked genuinely confused by that one. He’d also seemed reluctant to pull away, but he did anyway and stared into Ianto’s eyes, trying to find the clue he was missing.

“Because of Lisa?” Ianto prompted, amazed and almost hurt that Jack seemed to have forgotten or passed it over.

“You don’t think I still hold that against you, do you?” he took Ianto’s hand in an attempt to make him understand something that Jack himself didn’t fully understand, “That’s… That’s made me trust you more than ever.”

“Because I betrayed you?” Ianto looked beyond perplexed now.

“Yes.” Jack said finally, settling for the most confusing and yet most accurate answer.

“Right.” The young man smiled slightly, “And where do we go from here?”

“Pizza?”

“That’s what got us here in the first place.” He smiled, “But if we don’t it’ll get cold.”

They ate in silence again, each contemplating their choice of pizza more than they would ever admit, until Jack gave a sudden yelp, nearly dropped the pizza he was holding and bolted over to the bag he’d dumped earlier to drag a laptop out of it. Ianto just stared at his friend as he got it set up, then sat back down on the sofa and continued eating as if nothing had happened, “Better?”

“Yeah, much better. Now we’re getting rift alerts.” Ianto looked put out so he hurried to explain, “I’m not going to do anything about them. I just like to know that I can find out what’s going on if I so wish. The world can be invaded by Graske today for all I care; I’m not going anywhere. But I’d like to know that it’s happening.”

“Whoa, I the world gets invaded we’re both going. Even if you weren’t here with me I’d dash straight back to the Hub if anything nasty fell out of the sky. Actually,” he paused, “I’d be more likely to. At least the Hub is vaguely defendable.”

“Fair point,” Jack admitted, “Ah, we’re living la vida loca.”

“Cracking song, and far far far too appropriate. The best version is, of course, the Shrek 2 one with Antonio Banderas and Eddie Murphy.” Ianto laughed, and then caught sight of the look on Jack’s face; melancholy and dark once again. “OK, what did I say this time?”

“Sorry, just remembered going to see the premiere, twice actually. That’s a story I’ll tell you one day. My ex-girlfriend loved that film, almost as much as she loved Pirates of the Carribbean.”

He was intrigued, Jack rarely spoke of his exes with that amount of sadness, “She must have been something special.”

“Yeah,” the captain sighed, feeling so very old, “yeah, she was special. So young too.”

A lump built in Ianto’s throat, as he knew without having to ask where she was now. “How old?”

“Seventeen.”

“Shit, Jack.” He pulled the older man close again to offer him the comfort he so desperately needed. Who knew how long it had been since he’d lost her, but it was so clear that he’d never really got over it. It could have been well over one hundred years ago, but the pain was still as fresh, yet Jack wasn’t crying. He’d shed all his tears for her many times over the years; he didn’t think he had any left to shed.

“Can we… can we change the subject? I don’t think I’m up to this yet.”

“Course we can. Why don’t we watch a film?”

“Sounds good to me.” Jack smiled at him, his eyes bright with unshed tears but still full of life and energy. Ianto would never understand how he kept going, but there had to be a way, otherwise how could he keep going?

“What do you fancy then? I’ve got the Lord of the Rings films, Zorro, well you can see.” He gestured to his DVD shelf, grimacing at the fact that it was organised alphabetically, a sure sign of someone with too much time on his hands.

Jack, however, just shrugged, “You pick, I don’t see many films. Don’t have the time.”

“What do you do to relax Jack?” He asked, glancing along the row to find a film he thought Jack would like, selecting one with a smirk.

“Not a lot, really. I don’t like to relax, I think too much. Besides, there’s not all that much to do in the way of things to relax at the Hub.”

“What about at home, what do you do there?” the way Jack refused to meet his eyes, the first time it had ever happened as long as they’d known each other was indication enough, “You do have a home, right?”

Jack smiled at the worried tone in Ianto’s voice, why did kids ever complain when their parents worried about them? “Did have, lived with my girlfriend. But when I left her I didn’t really have anywhere else to go so I moved into the Hub as a temporary measure. Eight years later, I’m still there.”

“You’ve not had a relationship in eight years? A steady one I mean…”

“I’ve slept on my own every night this millennium, Yan.” He looked sad and lost, a look which did not suit the indomitable Captain Jack Harkness one little bit, “Until last night.”

“Which was clearly the most cheerful event it possibly could have been. Why won’t you let me help, Jack?” He didn’t know whether the frustration or the wave of sympathy hurt more.

“Because you don’t know what you’re offering to help with.” Jack smiled sadly again and changed the subject rapidly, “You picked a film them?”

“What, oh, yeah.” Ianto looked at the box in his hand and the sly grin reappeared, “You will love it.”

“Go on?”

“Bring it On.” He grinned wider at Jack’s blank look, “It’s the perfect film for you, it’s a movie about a high school cheerleading squad who find out that all their routines are stolen, so they have to create new ones really quickly.”

“And you think this is perfect for me why, Ianto?” Jack looked like he was about to laugh, or cry, or of the two.

“Attractive young men and women in tight shirts and short skirts doing gymnastics.”

“You had me at attractive.” The captain laughed and flopped down on the sofa again.

A considerable while later (Jack had insisted on watching the sequel as well) they were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa with a measure of Scotch each and a relaxed attitude to life. Ianto watched his boss in this very domestic situation and realised just how different he was. Here, Jack felt he could let down his defences. He didn’t have to be invulnerable or strong or defensive. He could enjoy the girliest film ever with pizza and cola, he could cry and he could laugh, and Ianto would be the only one who knew. He knew it was a huge privilege to see this side of Jack, the side that maybe hadn’t been out in those eight years, but he knew how important it must be to Jack too, there had to be a way he could help him find this more often. “Jack?”

“Hmmm?” The captain raised his head from the back of the sofa and looked at his friend questioningly, Ianto seemed to have something on his mind.

“I don’t like the thought of you there at the Hub on your own at nights. For a start you never have the chance to be anyone except who you are at work and don’t try to contradict me on that one because I’ve spent more nights there than you think I have.”

“Yeah.” His head flopped back so that Ianto couldn’t study the emotions crossing his face, not before Jack had a chance to analyse them anyway. “Not much choice really though. I could get a place, I suppose, but I’ve never really been able to deal with going home to an empty house. At least at the hub I’ve got Myfanwy now.”

“There is a possibility open.” Ianto ventured hesitantly. “I mean, I have this massive three bedroomed house, and there’s me in it. There’s plenty of room if you wanted to move in here?”

“Are you serious?” The captain was staring at him with an unreadable expression

“Yeah, I mean, I’ll have to get another bed, cos you may have noticed that I’ve only got the one.”

“Aw shucks.” Jack was grinning excitedly now.

“Harassment!”

“Totally off the clock.”

“And we so have to watch that movie, Dodgeball by the way. But if you wanted to?” He left the question hanging

“Do you want me to?” Jack asked, uncertainty clear in his voice.

“Yes, do you want to?”

“Yes. Thank you, I can’t think of anything I’d like to do more.” Apart from share your bed, he thought to himself. Please don’t let Ianto be a telepath… Apparently not.

“Cool. Erm, well, Dodgeball?”

“I should probably get back to the hub, it’s getting late. And, as yet, you still only have one bed.” He smiled gently as he stood up but sat back down again closer to Ianto when he saw the look on the young man’s face, “What’s up?”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind sharing with you tonight,” he attempted a smile, “actually, I don’t…” Start again, “I’m not sure I could sleep tonight, if you weren’t…” Shit, “Sorry, Jack. I’m just… Don’t worry about me, I’ll call you in the morning.”

Jack just shook his head, “It’s a good job I brought a change of clothes and something to wear during the night, isn’t it?”

“You knew all along di… what do you normally wear to sleep?” He asked, curiosity winning overself preservation, but apparently even Jack Harkness knew his boundaries and when was and wasn’t a good time.

“Normally I don’t sleep. I just lie on the bed fully clothed and stare at the ceiling as if trying to make it go away. And no, I didn’t know this would happen, but I like to be prepared for anything.”

Ianto relaxed slightly, “You got the dinosaur nets with you then?”

“Damn.” The captain laughed, “I knew I’d forgotten something.”

Author’s note:

Wahey, my longest chapter yet! Falls off chair and dies

OK, so I meant to get this finished before I went to Guernsey, I ended up writing lots of it in the car on the way there and back and lots more in a tent. I thn intended to get it finished before I went to Sidmouth, but that keeps creeping nearer until I’m staying at my friend’s tomorrow before we go down on Friday, so I shall attempt to have it finished before I leave but can’t make any promises.

Also, you may have noticed the mention of Jack’s exes. One of them crops up in my first Torchwood fanfic, Wind Beneath My Wings, the other will feature more heavily in the next one which will have fluff galore. I can’t wait. See you all shortly I hope :)