Okay, so tomorrow was a fiasco- but here is the next chapter of Serendipity! its the second to last and i PROMISE LOTS OF SMUT. More smut than fluff, but oh well. the last chapter is more fluff than smut. anwyways, please read!

and LJ cuts are acting up still, so sorry!

Title: While The Children Are Sleeping [PART THREE (2/3)]

Chapter: 2 of 3, PART THREE

Series: Serendipity

Author:2nd_toshiko

Rating: NC 17 (graphic sex, spanking, swearing etc)

Character(s): Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen, Mica, David and Rhiannon

Genre(s): Romance, slight crack, smut and fluff

Warning(s)/Spoiler(s): Slight spoilers for Children of Earth, and end of TW S2.

Disclaimer(s): I do NOT own Torchwood OR Doctor Who, nor do I own the characters, pairings, storylines etc. They are the sole property of the almighty BBC, the Torchwood/Doctor Who Production Team and (unfortunately for us) Russell T Davies. No money is being made out of this, and I’m still a student, so please don’t sue me- any money I have is going towards university! I also don’t own the song used.

Summary: Jack and Ianto are babysitting- inappropriately.

Author’s Note: This is the penultimate chapter of Serendipity all together- I hope this has been a good story. I’d like to point out also that in this story, I’ve made out Mica and David to be slightly younger than they are, and I might have mixed them up a little. So please forgive me for that. Also, the song used in this fic is called ‘Bad Touch’ by the Bloodhound Gang- whenever Ianto’s speech goes into italics, its because he’s quoting from there. Anyways, here’s my promised smut and fluff, thanks to all who have stuck with me!

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Chapter Two

Disk 91.

After everything, everyone, finally…we might just be able to get past this. Live past this.

It’s been a week now, even though if you came and told me its been 6 months, I wouldn’t think you were kidding.

I came home after…everything…and crawled into bed- no turning lights off, no showers, no changing clothes.

Just slept.

I slept for two days. Funny enough, I didn’t get one call from Gwen, Owen or Jack, telling me I need to go in.

They must be sleeping too.

What hits me is that I feel like this, and I wasn’t even at the brunt of it- what must Ianto be going through? Where is Jack in all of this?

I remember when I was six years old. My mother told me a story, like she used to most nights when she wasn’t tired out from working. One time, she told me a story about a Japanese samurai who feel in love with his Mistress, the one he was supposed to protect. I can’t remember a lot of the story now, but the Mistress eventually requited his love, and something happened that meant they would both live forever. It was a happy story.

Nothing in reality works that way. Every time I look at Jack, I think of the Samurai, so many burdens, so untold.

Just living Torchwood makes you feel old.

Today, I work up early and went for a walk. Met Owen on the way. Things used to be…difficult between us, but not anymore. I wouldn’t be able to tell you, not for the life of me, what’s changed, but something has.

He knows I love him, will always, always listen to him, and be there for him. And I know, somewhere under that cranky exterior, he has some, even a little, regard for me.

For now, it’s enough. Until all this blows over.

‘I never realised that Jack had it in him’, Owen says, suddenly. We’re walking in the park and its raining.

Typical Britain.

‘What do you mean?’, I answer, looking at him. Owen shuffles, not looking at me.

‘I never realised Jack would be so...’ Owen sighs, then smirks a little. ‘I always thought what Jack and Ianto have…done…was a lot to do with benefits. No matter what Ianto said to me. But…’

He doesn’t need to finish. I stay silent.

‘They always seemed to have this…fight going on’, Owen continues. ‘Like they’re fighting each other, but they’re not. How am I supposed to understand it all? Jack’s immortal and Ianto’s…’

He doesn’t have to finish that either.

Jack’s immortal and Ianto’s….not.

‘I guess I’m trying to say is that Jack and Ianto’s thing…relationship’, Owen said. ‘It’s so impossible.’

Tosh looked at Owen, and they stopped walking.

‘If they’re impossible…what are we?’ Tosh asked, almost desperately. ‘What is Torchwood? What we do, what we ARE is impossible…’

Now I’m not looking at Owen. There’s a silence, and then he speaks quietly from behind me.

‘Jack once told me that the word ‘impossible’ is eradicated from the Oxford English Dictionary in the 25^th century’.

I can’t help it, I smile. Owen must have sensors on his forehead.

‘I know…impossible, isn’t it?’ he says.

I don’t know why we’re laughing and how long we laughed, but for once, just this once, I just want stand in the middle of this miserable, cold, wet park and laugh with Owen about nothing.

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Dear Diary,

My mam died two weeks ago and was buried a week ago. There weren’t too many people there- she always used to say that when she died, she’d die quietly, unlike my uncle Vernon who, according to her was ‘a dramatic pig even after he stopped breathing’.

I never knew when mam joked. There couldn’t be too many people at the funeral anyways. Tad died years ago.

I was standing there, still, not knowing what to do- how to feel- as they lower mam into the ground.

Rhiannon appears out of nowhere, her eyes brimming with tears, bright red.

‘You bastard’, she said, hugging me tight. ‘You got to talk to her last. You always were the lucky one’.

She has no idea.

It was nice, in an odd way. My sister and I, together after such a long time. She’s all that I’ve got.

‘Rest in peace’, we both whisper, as they put soil over her, first tiny amounts, then huge mounds.

‘You can live now, you know, Ianto’, Rhi said, quietly. ‘I know you; you’re blaming yourself, no matter how she died.’

I stay quiet.

‘She loved you, as her son’, Rhi said, her voice wobbling. ‘She was proud of you, and you’ve done nothing to change that’.

‘You don’t know that, Rhi’, I said, softly.

She just looks at me, like she doesn’t know what to say.

‘You can live now’, she said again.

All goes quiet, and then Rhi speaks again, her voice odd this time.

‘Ianto, would you hate me if I had an affair?’

Okay.

‘What?’

‘I know this is a funeral and everything’, she said, in the same tone of voice. ‘But talk about HOT- hang on, why is he coming this way?’

I freeze. Oh God, no, no now, not here-

‘Yan’, Jack’s voice said.

I try my best to uncurl myself from whatever cocoon I just built around myself.

‘Rhi’, I said, my energy draining. ‘This is Jack, my boss’.

Jack’s face drops, his glaze darkening. Suddenly, I feel the lump in my throat disappear.

You can live now.

I’m Ianto Jones, and my mother has just died- this is her funeral. I’m at my mam’s funeral when I realise…I’m not dead yet.

I loved my mother, and I still do. In the end, I know, she wouldn’t hold grudges, not on Gray, me or Jack… ‘Death is how you take it’, she always said.

I’m not dead.

I have a second chance at life. I still have my sister, my niece and nephew, and I have…

Jack.

‘Rhi’, I said, again. Jack looks at me, confused. I smile at him, as much as I can muster.

‘This is my partner…Jack.’

Her jaw drops.

‘Wait ‘til I tell Johnny you’re GAY!’

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‘..You only do the kind of stuff that Prince would sing about, so put your HANDS down my PANTS, and I bet you feel nu-‘

‘JACK!’

‘What?!’

Ianto picked up his nephew from the coffee table they were using as a podium, and unplugged the karaoke machine.

He frowned up at Jack, who was still on the coffee table, and put his hands on his hips.

‘Uncle IANTOOOO!’ David screamed, from his place near Ianto’s legs. ‘I WANNA PLAY WITH UNCLE JACKKKKKKKKKK!’

‘David, you can play…something else,’ Ianto tried. God knows why he agreed to babysit these kids. ‘Mam wouldn’t be too happy if she caught you playing with the karaoke machine this late at night, would she?’

‘S’pose’, David mumbled. Ianto patted his head, and returned his glare to his over- grown kid of a partner.

‘Jack!’ he hissed up at the Captain. ‘It’s nine o’clock. You were supposed to put them to bed while I get their drinks. What. Happened?’

Jack glared at him, pouting.

‘We were having fun, Yan! He could always go to bed later! He just mentioned how his dad would never let him play with the karaoke machine because they brought it from Camden market-‘

Ianto looked at the CD’s that came with the machine. Oh yes, he could tell why they weren’t allowed to sing these songs.

Jack was still nattering away when Ianto yanked him off from the coffee table, pulling the older man by his trousers.

‘OW!’ Jack yelled, as David giggled. Ianto glared even harder.

‘ ‘Bad Touch’ Jack?’, Ianto asked, holding up the CD. ‘You get a little kid to sing THIS?’

Jack rubbed his leg, pouting harder and his eyes mischievously blue. For some insane reason, Ianto wanted to spank him and snog him senseless at the same time.

‘It was the least …inappropriate song in the pile’, Jack said, innocently. ’At least it teaches them about…the differences between animals and humans?’

‘Acts of mating’, David said, proudly. ‘We’re nothing but mammals, so lets do it like they do it on the discovery channel- that’s what the man said!’

Ianto slowly turned his head back towards Jack. The older man looked back at his partner like he was a nuclear bomb.

Jack ran.

‘COME BACK HERE, YOU TWPSYN!’ Ianto screamed, chasing after Jack as the older man ran into the kitchen. Mica ran down from upstairs where she was sleeping, and David was laughing fit to bust. ‘WHAT IF HE WENT AND SANG THIS TO RHI?! DO YOU HAVE ANY BLOODY IDEA WHAT SHE’D DO TO ME?!’

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry!’, Jack squeaked, as he ducked a cushion Ianto was throwing at him. He grinned quickly at the children who were cheering for Jack, before ducking again.

They circled the Breakfast table; Jack on one side, Ianto on the other.

‘Wait til I get you’, Ianto muttered.

‘What are you going to do?’ Jack replied, cheekily. ‘Gonna punish me?’

The words hung in the air like bait.

‘You have no idea what Rhi’s like’, Ianto said, dangerously.

‘So live a little!’ Jack exclaimed. ‘It’s only one lousy-‘

‘Very suggestive-,‘ Ianto muttered.

‘-Song’, Jack finished. ‘What harm can it do? It won’t teach them much’.

‘Nuts’, David said, cheerful. ‘I know what the man meant! He was being very naughty.’

Ianto blinked. Mica sat up from her corner and giggled.

‘They’re what boys have, aren’t they?’ Mica said, all giggly. ‘It’s their thingy.’

Jack yelled again, when a plastic cup hit him, and ran back into the living room.

‘Ianto!’, Jack screamed. ‘You’re being insane!’

‘And you’re insane if I ever let you tag along when I babysit them AGAIN!’

Suddenly, Jack fell backwards onto the sofa, surprising Ianto into tumbling over and onto him with a large thump.

Ianto breathed in hard, the children’s laughter suddenly sounding so far away. He could feel Jack’s erection hard against his own growing one.

‘Jack, really’, he breathed onto his partner’s face. ‘There’s a time and a place’.

‘You’re really sexy when you’re angry like that’, Jack croaked earnestly.

Ianto tore off his lover, his face bright red.

Mica and David were laughing uncontrollably.

‘You mention this to your mother’, Ianto warned. ‘And I’ll put Poison Ivy in your beds when you’re asleep. Remember how much that itched, Dave?’

David thought for a moment, and then nodded quickly. Mica copied her brother, like she did in a lot of things.

‘Bed, kids!’, Jack said, suddenly. Ianto had a suspicion he knew why.

David complained loudly about how dad let them stay up later on Friday because there was no school the next day, but Jack was having none of it. Throwing David over his shoulder and scooping up giggly Mica, he marched them upstairs.

‘Don’t want to go to sleep’, David said, yawning. ‘Sleepin’ is for…babies…’

He was asleep before he hit the bed. Jack watched him.

Kids. Never doing that again.

Mica went into her own bed happily enough.

‘Boys are stupid’, she said knowledgeably, burying herself in her duvet. ‘All they care about is nuts’.

Jack blinked, trying to fight the urge to laugh. He didn’t know if she knew what she meant completely, but it was still funny hearing from a small girl.

Jack closed the doors, and walked downstairs quickly.

When he reached the living room, Ianto was nowhere to be seen.

‘Yan?’, Jack called out, quietly so not to wake the sleeping children. The Welshman was really had disappeared.

Out of nowhere, a large weight hit Jack’s back as Ianto jumped on him from behind, forcing Jack to hit the sofa.

‘What the-?’ Jack spluttered, trying to get off his belly, but found himself stuck to the sofa face first.

He lifted his head, but Ianto pushed it back down.

‘Oh no, you don’t’, the younger man warned. ‘You’ve done enough damage today, I think, so its time you listen to me’.

Jack’s cock hardened at the sound of Ianto’s voice, all throaty and rich with desire, yet filled a steel determination.

There was a sudden flurry of material as Ianto straddled Jack’s back properly and removed his tie, using it to pull Jack’s hands back, then tying them.

‘Just an extra reassurance for me’, Ianto said, pleasantly. Jack groaned, and attempted to move.

Ianto leaned in, and nibbled at Jack’s ear lobe, causing the older man to moan, before placing a hand under Jack. Jack gasped loudly and arched his back, throwing himself harder into the sofa.

What is he doing to me?

Jack was sweating now, gasping hard as Ianto squeezed his erection from the small space between the Captain’s body and the sofa. Jack thrusted towards Ianto’s hands, frustrated at the way his own hands were tied behind his back.

‘No’.

Ianto removed his hand from under Jack, which lead to a loud protest.

‘You don’t move unless I tell you to. Can’t you listen to anything I say?’ Ianto huffed, moving down Jack’s body to sit on his legs. He placed a hand on Jack’s arse, pulling at the trousers. ‘I think you need to be punished.’

Another flurry of material as Ianto yanked down Jack’s trousers, exposing two round buttocks. He traced a finger at the crack.

‘So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts’, Ianto whispered, caressing the skin. ‘A spank or two or five would be in order.’

Jack didn’t move from underneath him, just breathed deeply.

‘Good boy’ Ianto said, pleased. ‘You’re learning. But you still are going to pay for earlier. Corrupting little children-‘

‘I was just-‘ Jack gasped.

‘Silent’.

Ianto smoothed a hand over one buttock before laying a stinging smack on it. Jack howled, but didn’t move. Ianto watched the buttock turn a faint pink, before reverting back to its usual smooth tinge.

‘You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals’ Ianto leaned down and hissed in Jack’s ear, stroking his back. ‘And I believe some mammals like a bit of a spanking once and again. So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.’

Jack breathed in harshly, his erection sticking, almost painfully, into the sofa.

Rhiannon was definitely not going to like this.

‘Do it again now’.

Jack didn’t know whether he liked or hated the song lyrics. There was another stinging pain on his arse, followed by a slight pleasure as Jack’s cock pushed against the sofa material, creating friction.

‘Ianto’, he croaked. ‘We’re in your sister’s house. Her sofa’.

Ianto smiled. ‘She’ll never know what she never saw’.

Suddenly, Ianto moved even further down Jack’s legs, stroking and kissing his back as he did so. Jack breathed in, and almost forgot to breathe out.

Maybe he could wiggle out of the tie that held his hands together…

Ianto reached Jack’s arse and carried on kissing. He nibbled along each buttock, causing Jack to hiss in pleasure and wriggle against Ianto.

Ianto grinned against Jack, and slowly began parting his buttocks to reveal a puckering hole.

Jack arched as Ianto’s tongue dipped in and out, thoroughly exploring his hole. Moaning loudly, Jack pushed himself more towards his lover, encouraging. As he fought to pull of the tie from his hands, Jack realised that Ianto had not yet removed a single piece of clothing, while he was tied up, with his trousers around his ankles.

Pleasure filled Jack’s body as Ianto expertly swiped a tongue through Jack’s hole, before removing it all together to enter a finger into the older man. All of a sudden, Jack was pulled up and turned to his front by his lover, finally seeing the mischievous glint in Ianto’s eyes. He hadn’t removed the finger.

‘Ianto’, Jack croaked, gulping.

Ianto dipped down again.

‘Very naughty’, he mumbled against Jack’s navel, licking at the belly button. He added another finger into Jack, smirking when he began trying to fuck himself on them. ‘Patience, Jack’.

Ianto licked down Jack’s abdomen, before reaching Jack’s crotch. He moved down, smiling up at Jack as he put his lover’s very hard, very erect cock into his free hand.

‘Seems you’re very happy to see me, Captain’, Ianto said, conversationally. ‘Can’t think why though’.

‘Oh fuck!’, Jack nearly yelled, as Ianto took him into his mouth, using his tongue to map Jack’s shaft completely. He flicked his tongue like so which made Jack writhe as pleasure took him in so many intense bursts.

‘Ianto…’he moaned, longing to run his hand through Ianto’s hair. The man was evil, pure evil. But as he looked down at his lover, bringing him so much pleasure so easily, he felt a plummet of affection.

The Welshman nipped at his lover’s balls, rolling them with his tongue, before moving up to run a path up Jack’s shaft again. Then, without a single warning, Ianto kissed Jack’s thigh and took Jack whole into his mouth.

The Captain couldn’t help himself; he thrust hard into Ianto’s mouth, keening as a wave of pleasure pulled him under, hard and fast. He arched hard into the warmth and tightness of Ianto’s mouth, before climaxing with a shout.

Jack breathed hard and Ianto licked up his offering. Jack finally managed to pull free of the ties and dragged Ianto up into a hard, blistering kiss.

‘I think it’s your turn now’, Jack whispered, as he deftly unbuttoned Ianto’s shirt, and put his hands down Ianto’s trousers.

Ianto closed his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a scuffle of keys in a lock. Ianto opened his eyes and found Jack looking back with the same look.

‘JACK, HAVE TO-‘ Ianto yelled, moving frantically off of Jack.

There was a sudden rush as Ianto made to stand up, only to be toppled over by Jack. He made to stand up again, only to find himself in a hopeless tangle of trousers and ties.

‘OH MY GIDDY GO-‘

Ianto closed his eyes again, as he heard his sister squeak at the sight, and felt more than heard Jack in his attempt to look decent.

Ianto got up to see Rhiannon standing at the door like a bright red goldfish.

‘Sorry’, she mumbled, and ran out of the room.

Jack breathed hard and looked at his lover.

‘Sorry?’, Jack said, questioningly.

Ianto huffed. ‘Yeah- don’t get used to it, she won’t ever say that again- she just got surprised, that’s all.’

Ianto started picking his trousers from the pile, and began pulling them on, pretending not to notice that Jack was watching him. ‘We have about half an hour before she turns up again.’

Jack grinned. ‘I don’t think we’ll be babysitting again.’

‘Oh no. She’ll make me babysit- she’ll just make sure you don’t come along.’

Jack was still grinning. Ianto pulled his trousers up with one swift move.

‘What?’, he said, feeling slightly put off.

Jack wound an arm around his lover’s waist.

‘There was some point when I thought I was going to lose you’, Jack said, softly. ‘I told myself, after that, if I ever get another minute with you I’ll make sure I don’t waste it.’

Ianto looked down at the Captain, and despite his apprehension with their current situation, he kissed the older man’s forehead.

Jack smiled. ‘We have half an hour.’

Ianto looked at the door, then back at Jack.

‘Show me how I make you feel’. The Welshman whispered, smiling quietly.

TBC

What do you think? I realise this is more smutty than fluff- the next chapter is more fluffy than smutty, so I think it evens out. I hope this turned out okay, because I was writing it quite fast and in a public place, so I was worried at the time if anyone was looking over my shoulder!

Please do comment, it means the world! One more chapter left, guys!

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So finally...The last chapter of PART TWO of Serendipity! i KNOW its been forever since i last updated, and any readers i had must be pissed off with me, but PLEASE read! pretty please?

I promise PART THREE will be up soon, its only three chapters long, and tells of how it all ends.

I'm sorry this isn't under a LJ cut, but for some reason, the stupid thing messes up everytime i do it. sorry!

Title:  Behind Closed Doors [PART TWO(8/8)]

Chapter: 8 final chapter of PART TWO.

Series: Serendipity

Author: 2nd_toshiko

Word Count: 1,278 words.

Rating: 15+

Character(s): Jack/Ianto, Helen Jones.

Genre(s): Gen, Retcon fiction, romance, angsty fluff

Warning(s)/Spoiler(s): None, in this one.

Disclaimer(s): I do NOT own Torchwood OR Doctor Who, nor do I own the characters, pairings, storylines etc. They are the sole property of the almighty BBC, the Torchwood/Doctor Who Production Team and (unfortunately for us) Russell T Davies. No money is being made out of this, and I’m still a student, so please don’t sue me- I have NO money!

Summary: ‘You’re sorry?’ Helen repeated, her eyes wide with anger. ‘Where did ‘sorry’ ever get anyone in the world? Ianto’s in my house, right now, sedated and hurt. I don’t know how it happened, and you’re telling me he won’t remember the last few years when he wakes up. I don’t even know who you are and I’ve been losing my son to you, all this years, again and again.’

Author’s Note: This is the FINAL chapter of Part Two. I promise (and I mean it this time) PART THREE will be up very shortly. Part Three is the epilogue of this series, and is about 3 chapters long. PART ONE can be found in the Masterlist linked below. Please remember that this series is now officially AU, and TW S2 ‘Fragments’ and ‘Exit Wounds’ NEVER HAPPENED. Thank you, and comments are very adored!

 RECAP: Jack finally finds John and gives him one last chance, letting him get away. Owen figures out the only way to save Ianto is for him to take retcon, so this chapter carries on from there

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Chapter Eight

Jack walked to the cells quietly and efficiently, knowing what he was about to do.

I won’t let it break me.

Ianto lay still, in that cell. Jack stood in front of the glass for a while, his courage failing him.

Ianto opened his eyes from where he lay on the small camp bed and met Jack’s glaze. His calm glance matched Jack’s quietly tragic one.

‘Jack’, Ianto croaked. Jack flinched, quickly put his hands up, pulling any weapons he had on himself out, and putting them to the floor. It broke Ianto’s heart to see Jack so…scared.

‘Jack, I-‘Ianto began, but Jack interrupted, slowly entering Ianto’s cell. The Welshman felt his breath catch in his thought.

So close.

Close enough to hug. To kiss.

To kill.

‘We don’t have much time’, Jack said, quietly. ‘Owen’s already doing his nut in about me being in here at all-‘

‘What are you going to do?’

Jack found himself unable to look at his lover. They could both hear the water dripping down the water tower above, and the moan of the weevils aside them.

‘Retcon’, Jack whispered. ‘It’s the only way. Owen says the Retcon should manage to override any memories you have of me, so…so it’ll stop all this…’

‘How much memory’, Ianto said, nonchalantly.

‘Everything you have on Torchwood’, Jack answered, his voice low and tortured. His eyes were tired, his body, though, carefully controlled against breaking down.

‘So…I’ll forget you?’ Ianto managed. Stupid question.

‘You’ll forget me’.

‘I see’.

Silence. Jack couldn’t stand it.

‘You can’t remember me’, he said, stressing every word. ‘Whatever I’m doing, it’s not wrong- it has to be done. I’m not…I’m not-‘

‘It has to be done’, Ianto repeated, calmly.

‘IT’S BETTER THAN HAVING YOU DEAD!’ Jack bellowed suddenly. Ianto jerked, as if Jack had actually slapped him.

All this guilt, all this guilt swarming him, like rotting butter. Smothering him.

‘Sorry’, Jack muttered, quietly.

‘Of course it is, though’, Ianto said. ‘You’re right’.

‘How are you doing it?’ Jack whispered. ‘Do you really hate me this much?’

‘What?’

‘You don’t…’ Jack began, his eyebrows contorted in what seemed like anger, and sadness. ‘You don’t even care!’

Ianto blinked, a sudden desire washing over him. Suddenly, Jack was pulled headfirst towards the camp bed, and thrusted down onto it, his face directly under Ianto’s, who was now above him.

‘Of course I care’, Ianto hissed, his breath tantalising and hot. The warmth fell over Jack, who seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

He could kill me now, and I wouldn’t ever stop him.

‘Of course I care’, Ianto hissed. ‘I care so much, I bleed for you. I want you so much I hate you. But I don’t want this, for it to be like this- hating you for things that have nothing to do with me, things you haven’t even done, unable to be close to you…’

He pulled the older man closer, his lips inches away from the immortal’s.

‘But I’m selfish enough to want to live…’cause this way, no doubt about it Captain, I’ll find you again. I’ll remember you, somehow, the way I loved you.’

Jack caught Ianto’s face and pulled him to his mouth, finally. Blistering kisses rained on the younger man’s face, his neck, his shoulder…

‘Jack’, Ianto gasped. ‘You’re killing me…I could…I could kill you now’.

‘You won’t.’

‘But I could-‘

‘But you won’t.’

Ianto watched as Jack tore his shirt open, kissing and licking at Ianto’s chest, his abdomen, his navel button. Ianto groaned. After a few moments, Jack stopped kissing, breathing hard on Ianto’s stomach.

He pulled up, and looked his lover in the face. It suddenly became noticeable that Jack was now crying, silently.

‘Jack…’ Ianto whimpered, his chest suddenly heavy. ‘Don’t…’

Jack wiped his face, and pulled out two pills from his pocket.

‘Take them’, Jack said, as calmly as possible. ‘Forget me’.

Ianto considered the Captain, before taking the pills. Jack watched as Ianto swallowed them slowly.

‘Thank you’, Ianto said.

Jack stroked his face, managing a ghost of a smile. ‘You never know, we might meet again’.

‘We will’.

‘Its probably best if we don’t’.

Ianto grabbed Jack’s neck, and held his head. ‘We will…I’ll find you, somehow…somehow, it’ll get better.’

‘I’m never that lucky’, Jack whispered.

Before Ianto could say anything, Jack pulled him down onto the camp bed again, kissing him, before moving down.

‘Jack…what are you doing?’ Ianto breathed, watching as Jack stroked his skin.

The older man reached Ianto’s crotch.

‘Etching you to memory’.

Eventually, Ianto fell asleep.

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Jack sat on a bench near the lake, looking not at the water, but at the small cottage besides it.

He felt calm, serene almost. He’d remain like this, he knew, until he reached the Hub, and watched his team work, minus his lover. Then he would break down.

For now, he’d be happy for some sanity.

Just a little.

After a few minutes a small woman appeared out of the cottage, looking straight at Jack. It seemed to him that she did so for a formidable amount of time, before stalking over to him.

‘So you’re the boss’, the woman said defiantly, her watery blue eyes so like her son’s.

Helen Jones challenged Jack to give an answer.

‘I am’.

‘You did this to him?’

Jack’s voice caught in his throat. Tears streaked down both of their faces.

‘What does he do?’ Helen whispered. ‘What does he do for a living? There was once a upon a time when my son used to tell me everything, from what he ate on his trip to Leicester to when he lost his virginity. He never once mentioned you. And now I don’t even know what my son does at work!’

‘I didn’t mean to harm him’, Jack croaked.

Helen balled up her fist, fury rushing through her veins, and punched Jack in the face.

Jack staggered backwards, feeling a bruise build up near his cheek. Somehow, he had expected this.

‘I’m sorry’.

‘You’re sorry?’ Helen repeated, her eyes wide with anger. ‘You’re sorry? Where did ‘sorry’ ever get anyone in the world? Ianto’s in my house, right now, sedated and hurt. I don’t know how it happened, and you’re telling me he won’t remember the last few years when he wakes up. I don’t even know who you are and I’ve been losing my son to you, all this years, again and again.’

Jack’s stomach filled with rats, his heart burning. There wasn’t a moment when it didn’t hurt, his mind stuck in an abyss. He’d never felt so small.

‘Just’, Helen started again. ‘Just keep away from him now. I don’t want to see you again, or anywhere near my family’.

She forced one last penetrating glaze on the immortal man, before making to walk to her house.

‘Stay away from Ianto, or I swear, I’ll be the death of you.’

Jack watched after the woman, even as she closed the door to her house, somewhere in there, his lover was sleeping away his memories.

Jack turned away, walking to the SUV.

He wouldn’t cry. Not now. Later.

The tears fell, again.

Stay away from Ianto, or I swear, I’ll be the death of you.

Somehow, he believed her.

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Months later.

His throat burned, aching of pent up anger and longing.

Ianto was back.

Fire surrounded him, his team as the Hub fell to destruction. Helen Jones lay dead, in the middle of it all.

‘I remember’, Ianto whispered, his voice like a scream in the quiet. ‘I remember everything.’

TBC

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Sorry for the MAJOR delay in the posting of this. I’ve finally finished writing up the whole series, so the rest will be out promptly. The reason for the lateness is that I’ve been very busy recently, having just moved the America for the next 6 months. The first part of PART THREE will be out latest TOMORROW. I PROMISE. I realise I lost a lot of readers through all this, and for that I’m sorry.

Anyways, this is the end of PART TWO, and I seriously urge any readers I have left to re-read the end of PART ONE, which is linked here. Either ways, I will be re-capping in a few sentences in the next chapter. PART THREE goes back to where PART ONE ended, if anyone remembers, that was when Ianto finally remembers everything after having being retconned, which was shown in PART TWO.

PART THREE shows how It all ends.

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‘Oh for fucks sake, Ianto!’ Owen moaned, as he heaved the Welshman towards the cells. ‘You weigh a ton!’

‘Jack likes it’, Ianto muttered, deliriously. ‘Said he never did go much for string beans…that’s why he’s never shagged you.’

Great.

Owen slowed down in his movements. ‘This isn’t what it looks like, you know. We just need to-‘

‘I know,’ Ianto said, breathing hard. ‘I’m not safe. Even I know that. Just get me in a cell.’

Owen pulled him into the nearest empty cell, ignoring the growls of the weevils nearby.

‘Save me, Owen’.

Owen froze. ‘What?’

The Welshman was looking at him helplessly.

‘I’m dead, Owen,’ Ianto spoke, voice low and tinged with fright. ‘I’m not me anymore. There’s something in me that’s turning me inside out, and its killing me. I don’t want to feel like this.’

Owen stared, cautiously as Ianto continued. ‘Something inside me wants to hate you all.’

Suddenly, Ianto’s face contorted, twisting with pain. Just as Owen was about to open the glass door, Ianto began banging on it.

‘Let me OUT!’, he yelled, shaking his head in frenzy. Owen moved back in shock. ‘Jack needs to pay for this, all of this. I’ll do it with my own bare hands-‘

Owen banged on the cell glass. ‘Ianto, stop it!’

‘I need to, I NEED TO-‘

‘IANTO!’ Owen yelled. ‘This isn’t…this isn’t you. You and Jack…’

‘Jack needs to pay with his blood’, Ianto spat. ‘He’s damaged me…’

Then, again, Ianto’s face contorted, and Owen moved back. Ianto began sobbing.

‘Help me, Owen,’ he wept, sliding down against the wall. ‘…Kill me.’

Kill me.

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John kept his face blank. ‘What device?’

Jack faced him, his own face dark as murder. ‘He…he acts like…he knows you. Yan’s acting scared and dangerous, all at the same time…’

Jack laughed. ‘I haven’t seen anyone like that that you haven’t made feel’.

John looked at him. ‘Caught me’.

‘Let him go NOW’.

‘Can’t’

Jack pulled out his gun, as John shook his head in mirth.

‘A gun!’, John laughed. ‘Another bikini cops thing, is it? Dashing men in suits, black coats and gigantic guns…’

‘We’re Torchwood’.

‘Bikini cops sounds better. And if you liked suits so much, you could’ve just told me’, Jon continued. His voice became more grave. ‘I can’t let him go’.

Jacks face twisted in fury. ‘Why not?’

John paced around the Captain. ‘He’s tied to the machine. I can’t do anything.’ The look Jack was giving would’ve killed him in an instant. ‘Come on! It was just a bit of fun’.

‘You gave this …thing to Ianto?’

‘Yup’.

‘This was never a funny joke.’

‘We never did have the same humour.’

‘And for that, thank God.’, Jack turned to walk out of the tourist office door. ‘And I never want to see you again.’

‘Breaking the device won’t kill me, Jack’, John said softly. Jack whipped around, his arm point at John.

‘I’m giving you a chance!’ Jack bellowed. ‘One chance…again. Final chance. I never, ever want to see you again…never.’

John watched Jack walk out, into the Plass, before smiling brilliantly.

‘You were never much good at 21^st century Language’, he said to himself. ‘And you never did understand. Gray really is back.’

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Tosh watched as Owen came up from the cells, looking more disturbed than she had ever seen him.

‘He thinks…’ Owen began, as Gwen turned to attention. ‘He thinks he’s someone else, half the time. Either that or he’s had a drastic personality change; because I don’t believe that’s Ianto.’

‘What do you mean?’ Gwen asked, quickly.

‘He was acting so weird-different. You should’ve seen, there’s no explaining it.’

‘I’ll bring up CCTV’, Tosh said, quietly, typing away. Owen stopped her.

‘Don’t’, he said, quickly. ‘I don’t want to see that again’.

‘What did you mean; Ianto’s not acting like himself?’ Gwen asked. Owen looked thoughtful for a second.

‘He keeps saying…he keeps saying something’s changing him. I just know it’s not him…he says what ever made him this way, it had something to do with Jack.’

He paused. ‘He wants to kill him. He’s remembering things that haven’t happened…he said that’s what’s making him hate us all.’

Tosh gasped inwardly, facing the computer, unable to face her colleagues.

‘Then what do we do?’ she said, softly, as she stared at the coffee machine, behind her computer. ‘There’s not much we can do’.

That’s when Tosh’s comm. Bleeped, and Tosh looked at Owen.

There was only one thing they knew that got rid of memories, good or bad.

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‘Tosh, I want you to do a surveillance of any alien technology in Ianto’s flat, the Hub, his parents home- I’m sending you the address-, and any other place Ianto might have gone in the past few weeks.’

‘Hang on, Jack…I’m getting readings from his flat.’

‘Exact location?’

‘Sending to you now, it’ll be a minute’.

BLEEP.

Ten minutes later, Jack was in Ianto’s flat, in Ianto’s suit pocket.

He held the tiny, flashing device in his palm, willing it break to pieces in his glare.

‘Got it, Toshiko. Thank you.’

‘What is it, Jack?’

‘I’ll explain more when I get back. It needs to be destroyed first.’

And I need to get Ianto back.

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Tosh pulled out his comm, watching Gwen as she walked away, before turning her head in Owen’s direction.

He was studiously ignoring her.

‘What are we going to do, Owen?’ Tosh asked, calmly.

We can’t do it.

Owen was still ignoring her, looking thoughtful.

‘Owen’. Her voice rang out, this time, loud and crystal, desperate for an answer. Owen , for the first time, considered how close Ianto and Tosh might have been.

‘I don’t see an alternative, Tosh, I really don’t’.

Tosh looked at him. ‘Don’t do it.’

‘Tosh, please, just fuck off-‘

‘I can’t’, Tosh breathed, walking to him. ‘Are you REALLY going to retcon him? You think Jack’s going to ever let you? What do you think its going to do to Ianto?’

‘I’m not sure its even going to work…didn’t Ianto once say he was resistant?’

‘You and me both know he won’t be able to fight higher dosages’, Tosh argued. ‘And it’s still very wrong’.

‘Then you be the fucking doctor, Tosh!’ he yelled at her, making the Japanese woman jump. ‘You’d make a better doctor than me any day. I can’t…there’s nothing else I can think of.’

He made to walk away before he paused. ‘You and I know he’s deteriorating, how long do you think he’s going to be able to fight whatever it is? Do you want to die?’

Tosh stayed silent, and she heard Owen’s voice wobble.

‘I’m sorry. It’s all I know to do. I’m going to tell Jack when he gets here, and you better back me up when he’s here, ‘cause Gwen’s going to have my shit with her morality crap’.

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Save me, Jack, do something. Come and get me. I’m dying….I’M DYING.

I hate myself.

I hate YOU.

I need you dead.

Why won’t you die?

Both you and I deserve to die…

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TBC

What do you think? I know this chapter was a little shorter than the rest, and I actually intended to add more, but it didn’t seem to work with what im planning next. Please keep reading guys, I know this fic is getting a little…scary! (As I’ve been told).

And please comment- it means a lot and keeps me writing! Thanks for reading!

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Okay, okay, i know i'm on The Hiatus! But i was doing Maths revision, and this popped into my head ( the book says Maths, and i think 'cyberwoman'??? There is something wrong with me) and i had to write it.

Please bear with me if it isnt the best thing in the world, and a bit all over the place, but i wrote it in under 15 minutes, and now i need to go revise.

Anywho, please read!

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Okay, this is the next part of Serendipity- NC-17, people! Lots of fluffy smut- my first attempt, so don't go yell at me! xD I've had a bad day today, so i need lots of nice comments to cheer me up *begs*!

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‘Jack’, Ianto whimpered, giving into the Captain’s tugs. Both men became very aware that they had reached Jack’s office, a slight breeze caressing them in line with the empty Hub below.

Jack sighed deeply, and walked over to Ianto, almost hesitant. Ianto stared. How had time done this to them?

Breathing deeply, Jack pressed an open palm against the small of Ianto’s back- the waves of electricity between them emitting sparks- Ianto wanting Jack very, very much.

‘Yan?’ Jack asked, uncertainly, his eyes growing seductively darker.

The man in question pulled at his Captains head without a second to spare, scorching his tongue thoroughly with his fiery lips. Extracting yet another moan, Ianto pressed his way down Jack’s body, rapidly reaching his lover’s crotch.

Jack almost fell forwards, clutching at Ianto’s back, his jacket, ghosting against the Welshman’s well defined ass.

‘Ianto…please…’ Jack moaned, suspended, wanting. ‘Need…you…’

Ianto blinked as Jack entwined his fingers with the hairs on the back of Ianto’s head. Within seconds, Ianto pushed his fingers further towards Jack’s crotch, working his way through the zipper. Jack’s hand’s stroked at the back of Ianto’s thighs, wanting him so badly, gasping as Ianto finally reached his hardness.

Ianto looked up at Jack, sensing the desperation, tasting the longing, the anticipation.

Because of me. He wants me.

Not wanting to disappoint his lover anymore, Ianto began grinding against Jack’s cock, breathless as Jack reacted so rapidly, grinding even harder.

It was enough.

Time became a blur, Ianto pulled down Jack’s braces, his shirt and undershirt, kissing at the exposed flesh as he did so. He watched the muscles on Jack’s stomach ripple, lust creeping through spine as he imagined how they would move if Jack was on him, in him.

Without a word, Ianto sucked, licked and kissed his way down Jack’s body, pushing his tongue into Jack’s belly button as he worked his way down. Jack writhed at the contact, the violation of his belly button sending shots of pleasure through his brain.

God, yes.

Ianto rubbed at the material around Jack’s cock, expertly removing it with his teeth, grinning as he knew Jack was staring at him, turned on now more than ever. Jack had never looked so beautiful; his skin shining with the droplets of sweat, breathing so hard his heart could give over. So hard that Ianto pulled away the belt from Jack’s trousers, and revealed a hardness that made Ianto suck in his breath.

Purple-red, and straining, Jack felt Ianto stroke it with an ardour that made Jack want to hurl forward and take the man there.

‘Ianto…don’t…’ he gasped.

His eyes blazing at the beautiful sight, Ianto pushed his lover against the glass wall of his office, and began to fully manipulate Jack’s hardness.

Slowly, Ianto trailed a finger down the purple veins, before taking in the length within the caves of his throat. Pleasure bristled through the Welshman as he felt Jack pulse inside his mouth, resisting the urge to push deeper in. Swallowing carefully, Ianto hollowed his cheeks, and began to suck vigorously up and down.

Jack pushed at Ianto’s head, willing him on, carding his hair as he watched. He became hot, hot, hotter than ever, and unable to get his eyes away from the erotic sight in front of him. Ianto slid his tongue along Jack’s shaft again, fingering Jack’s balls, rolling them. Jack stifled another moan, concentrating hard on the pleasures running through him.

His cock strained in the wet warmth of Ianto’s mouth, as suddenly a heated rush followed his body- one he knew too well.

No.

Ianto released Jack’s length, sending Jack buckling at the loss of heat, his orgasm cruelly cut off.

‘Ianto,’ Jack almost yelled, grabbing for the younger man. ‘What-‘

Ianto breathed hard, looking at him. The look of this ignited Ianto nearly finished Jack right there and then; the image of his Ianto so thoroughly overwhelmed by Jack.

‘No, not yet’, Ianto said, breathing hard. ‘Jack…’

His name rang out heavily in the air, forcing lust on them both, desire ringing in their ears.

‘I want you…’ Ianto whispered, barely audible. To Jack, the simple syllables echoed in the small glass room, doing so, so much more.

Jack pulled his lover up, putting his hands on Ianto’s thighs as he pushed him backwards towards his desk.

‘Jack-‘

Jack began to quickly rip off Ianto’s layers: the jacket, the tie, snagging the buttons on the shirt. Working to the rims of the trousers, and then his hands were flush against Ianto’s bare skin, the intimacy of Jack’s roaming hands reddening Ianto’s skin.

‘Jack…’ Ianto panted, pushing paperwork off the desk, and sitting on it as Jack licked at his nipples.

‘Yes-‘

‘Just fucking take me already!’

Within seconds, Jack had Ianto against the hard surface of the desk, his hands and tongue working mercilessly against the inner sections of his lover’s thigh, lapping at the skin. Ianto groaned loudly, unable to bare it, rubbing at Jacks neck, willing him to do something.

Jack smiled, a glint in his eyes, and he opened a drawer- and pulled out lube. Ianto took an intake of breath as Jack push at Ianto’s legs wider, giving him more space to work with. Jack grinned at Ianto’s rapid breathing, and bent down to kiss the tip of Ianto’s cock, rigidly erect.

‘Jack!’ Ianto gasped, nearly sliding off the desk. Jack placed one hand on his hip.

Suddenly, Ianto felt a familiar stretch as a lubed finger entered him- desire bubbled over the brim, keeling him over.

Jack watched Ianto carefully as he entered another finger, scrapping it lightly against Ianto’s prostrate. Ianto hissed, making Jack’s cock harder than ever. All of a sudden, Ianto sat upright, slamming Jack up against him as he reached down to Jack’s throat to mark him with his teeth, thoroughly. Jack’s eyes widened with surprise as a groan escaped his mouth. Ianto faced Jack, kissing him deeply as he spoke.

‘Fuck, Jack’, he whimpered against Jack’s lips, tilting his head so they were nose to nose. ‘I want you so much…I need you in me so much…God, I just want to feel you-‘

Jack pushed Ianto gently back on the desk, tracing his stomach and lines on his chest. Rapidly kissing his way back down to Ianto’s crotch, he kissed that spot, before slowly moving away…beginning to prepare himself.

Ianto breathed like a man who had only just gained the privilege to; he watched avidly as Jack lubed up his own cock, and smiled at Ianto, moving back up to him. Ianto nearly cried out in anticipation.

‘Jack- just do it!’ he yelled. Jack watched his lover writhe hard against the wood, before catching onto Ianto’s legs, and finally easing himself in.

Jack was blinded by the sudden heat and earth shattering devotion that Ianto splayed on him, felt as the younger man clinged to him as if for protection against the world. Jack passed the thick ring of muscle and felt lost in Ianto’s pulses, in Ianto in general. The younger man looked so turned on, so secure and completely Jack’s. So completely and definitely.

Jack thrusted in deep, making alternate movements, keeping a beat as Ianto mewed at the thrusts.

Jack felt his heart beat to the rhythm; he closed his eyes.

Beat.

Thrust.

Beat.

Thrust.

‘Jack…Jack, Jack, Jack!,’ Ianto began to cry out. Jack pounded harder, picking up momentum, watching Ianto as he was thoroughly taken and made anew; the older man knew this was something he’d never be able to forget.

They were coming, both of them, he could feel it.

‘Come for me’, Jack breathed fast. ‘Come for me, now-‘

Then it was all over; both men came apart, together, pulling at the seams as they cried out in their raged beauty- Jack placed his heart on Ianto’s as they both devoted their strengths to each other. Jack felt the stocky mess between them at where Ianto had come- he didn’t care.

Ianto opened his eyes, his vision blurry as he pulled Jack closer to his body; this incredible man, this immortal man that had stolen him so completely. He couldn’t let go, he couldn’t let him go…

Jack felt Ianto tremble as he whimpered silently.

‘Don’t’, Jack breathed, pressing his lip on his lover’s. ‘Don’t give up on me now’.

Ianto composed his face, but allowed the rest of his body to crumble against Jack as they slid of the desk, onto the cold floor. Ianto laced his fingers with Jack’s own, avoiding his Captains glaze.

‘I’m scared,’ he said, finally, still not meeting eyes. ‘Can you believe that, Jack? I don’t want to be scared.’

He felt Jack’s fingers ghost against his cheek, then rest on his neck.

‘Don’t be’, Jack whispered, sending a thrill down Ianto’s spine; the softest word’s ever spoken, Ianto could hardly believe the intensity with which the words hit him.

They weren’t forgotten.

‘I offer you protection, Yan’ Jack carried on, quietly. ‘Let me protect you. Please’.

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Jack watched the younger man, his peace evident in his features as he loomed towards sleep.

The Captain slid out of bed as quietly as he could; leaving Ianto to beckon the peaceful lands that Jack never completely reached.

Pulling on his trousers and his undershirt, he made his way up the ladder, to reach his office; now in the state of utter mess with clothes. He began searching.

5 minutes later, Jack located Ianto’s jacket, and trousers.

1 minute later, he had raided the trousers…nothing. He plunged his hands in the jacket.

2 seconds later, he found himself holding a small metal object, with a flashing blue light.

It was just as he thought. Memories.

Jack pressed a button hard, an image instantly appearing in his sight. Jack stood up, his hands in his pockets, as the braces slung around his hips, forgotten.

‘Well, guess who it isn’t’. Jack muttered.

The image smiled, an eerie familiarity which Jack had long not seen. 

‘Wow! Didn’t expect to see you so soon! Good times.’

‘John Hart’, Jack spat, bitterly, digging his hands deeper into his pocket.

‘It’s Captain John Hart, thank you so much.’

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‘Let me protect you. Please.’

Back in Jack’s little room, Ianto unclenched in the camp bed, soothed by Jack’s words…

…He’d always be safe in Jack’s shadow.

Okay, so this didn’t turn out the way I hoped it would- fluffy smut anyone? This was my first ever attempt at smut, so be kind! It was going to be a spin off, but I couldn’t help myself, and made process with the plot instead. So, that brings me to my usual plug…

What did you think? Good? Bad? Let me know, I adore all comments!

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So here goes the routine of Torchwood.

‘Tosh, I want you to start up the translating system- find out what we’re talking to, and what about,’ Jack commanded, watching his team scramble into their duties. ‘Gwen- we need to find out some background information; so, any sightings, witnesses, weird accidents…then Retcon them. Owen, prepare the dosages, go with Gwen, any bodies- deal with them; autopsies, whatever. Ianto…’

Jack smiled at him, fake pleadingly. ‘Some coffee magic? Please? It’s going to be a long day.’

Ianto blinked, falling out of his reverie. ‘Yes, sir’, he muttered, quietly, falling into the shadows.

He felt Jack’s glance burning on the back of his suit, singing the fibres in his body. Keep moving.

Jack watched Ianto disappear behind Tosh and Owen, and felt oddly deflated. Shaking the feeling away, the Captain turned to look at Tosh as she called him.

‘Jack’, she said, distracted by the screen. ‘I think you need to see this…’

Jack walked over to her, as the rest of the time huddled around; curiosity getting the better of them all. The screen filled with dozens of foreign symbols; unknown in identity to all but the young technician.

‘What am I looking at?’ Jack asked, looking scrutinizingly at the screen.

Tosh clicked her mouse, and an image of alien anatomy came up.

‘This is a Cideac’, Tosh said, confidently. ‘It’s what they call themselves. The name itself is very worrying.’

‘Cideacs…’ Jack muttered. Why was that name so familiar?

‘Cide’, Owen said, his rapid brain referencing data. ‘As in, like, suicide or genocide?’

‘Or homicide, yes’, Tosh said, nodding at him. ‘Jack- they’re assassins. Intergalactic assassins.’

Cideacs.

Oh.

‘Yeah…’ Jack said, jerking his head up as it finally clicked. ‘I knew I knew the name. Cideacs are, as Tosh said, intergalactic assassins. Their sole purpose is too kill- they’re trained up to be that and nothing else’.

Jack paced, as he explained. ‘They don’t exist any other way; it’s in their moral fibre to commit the crimes that others…can’t. They’re simply carrying at a mission.’

‘Then that’s a problem for us, then,’ Owen said, breaking in. ‘That means we’re just dealing with the robots, while we have no clue who programmed them.’

‘Exactly.’ Jack said. ‘I recognized them from back home…I used to have a friend, in an academy I used to go to…he used to use them, got a bit obsessed, before he realised how much more fun it was to kill your enemies yourself. Then he got obsessed with that instead.’

Gwen, Tosh and Owen blinked at him.

‘No wonder you’re the way you are,’ Owen thought, out loud.

‘They have a tag’, Jack remembered, suddenly, addressing Tosh. ‘Check the captured images for a tag…that usually tells you who the victim is. Translate it.’

Tosh frowned, enlarging snippets of the image, and was about to set the translating process when she halted, suddenly. Owen watched her freeze, and then looked at the screen.

‘Jack…’ Owen moaned, going slightly pale. ‘Who the hell did you piss off now? Aren’t we enough?’

‘What?’

‘Let me see!’ Gwen piped up, pushing Owen to a side. Jack glanced around Gwen, for the slightest of seconds. It was funny how his heart didn’t speed up, how he wasn’t surprised.

‘Me.’ Jack said, blankly. ‘The Cideacs have been sent, to assassinate me.’

‘Why?’ Tosh squeaked, bewildered. ‘Why, why would they…who…?’

‘Why, yes,’ Jack muttered. ‘Why is the tag in English?’

‘That’s the way I find it…doesn’t that mean…?’

‘Whoever wants to kill Jack,’ Gwen put together. ‘Isn’t an alien. They’re from here. And now.’

‘Great,’ Owen said, looking at Jack. ‘This is in your hands. What the bloody hell do we do?’

Jack patted his Webley in his belt holster. ‘We give them what they want. After all, whoever sent them can’t know me that well, if they don’t know I can’t die.’

Everyone went quiet. Tosh fidgeted, not wanting to argue. One more minute, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Maybe they can’, Tosh blurted, putting her hands on the desk in a ‘final’ way. ‘Jack, have you thought, that they might have something we don’t?’

Jack regarded her. ‘What do you mean, Tosh?’

‘We know that there’s nothing on Earth that can kill you’, Tosh started, looking uncharacteristically worried. ‘But what if they have…something, anything…that can kill you? Like Abaddon?’

‘Then I’ll come back, Toshiko,’ Jack said, softly pulling at her chin. ‘Nothing ever kills me. I’ve never been that completely blessed.

Owen registered Gwen freezing, ever so slightly, next to him.

‘But you said a human made you this way’, Tosh argued, looking up at her boss. ‘How do you know that a human couldn’t take you away from us? Again?’

Jack bristled, regretting letting on that bit of information.

But something was different. Something was worrying Toshiko Sato, and he couldn’t place it.

‘I’m going to be fine’.

‘They have a 99% success rate, from what it says here’.

‘They haven’t met me!’

‘Jack, Tosh may have a point, mate…’

‘I’m not saying she doesn’t, Owen!’

‘But Jack, Tosh says, and Owen says-‘

‘ENOUGH!’

Jack looked at his team, bewildered. ‘What’s wrong with all of you today? Out of everything we do, everyday, why are you all so…caught up…today?’

He looked at Tosh, still sitting in her chair, looking down. ‘And what’s up with you today? You never argue.’

The Japanese woman fidgeted helplessly, before pleading: ‘Jack, really! Listen to me- There’s something going on here…I don’t need a computer to feel it. The assassins are ones available throughout space, and yet someone from EARTH sends them, the tags in English, but they haven’t been sent from anywhere I can trace. Is it wrong that I sense a trap?’

The team were silent as they stared at Tosh, her words still stinging the air they breathed. Ianto appeared from beneath, with coffee.

Jack paused before speaking, his eyes never leaving Tosh. ‘Okay then…Team…Change in plan,’ He stared pointedly at Tosh, who looked down. ‘This better be worth it. I’m sending Owen, Gwen and Ianto to trace the Cideac, and to contain it-‘

‘Thank you’, Tosh muttered. Jack put a finger to her lips, softly.

‘But’, he said. ‘We’re going to be here, me and Tosh, monitoring you. Everyone understand?’

Owen and Gwen nodded, gobsmacked: Toshiko had, effectively, just changed Jack’s mind.

That NEVER happens.

Ianto frowned at the coffee in his hands, wishing he could drown in the delicious, smooth liquid. Jack walked up to him, without warning, swiping it out of his hands.

Ianto flinched- not that Jack noticed.

‘Hmm’, Jack breathed. ‘Perfect as always. Sure you’re okay with this arrangement, Ianto?’

The way I’m okay with every other arrangement. It’s not like I have a choice. Just a teaboy…

‘Yes, sir’ Ianto said, avoiding Jack’s glance.

The Welshman moved past Jack, to follow Gwen and Owen out, missing Jack’s frown.

‘Hey!’

Ianto watched Gwen and Owen walk out of the cog door, with calls of ‘Hurry up!’, as they left him to it. Tosh carried on typing, busily.

Ianto turned to face Jack. ‘You called, sir?’

Jack stopped in front of him, his chest inches from Ianto’s, and their noses almost touching.

‘Come back here, tonight,’ Jack said, almost breathlessly. ‘Unless you don’t want the company?’

Ianto bit his lip, wanting badly to say no.

Say it.

‘Erm,’ Ianto muttered, realising that this was the third night he had denied Jack. ‘I thought I’d just clear up and go home tonight…’

Jack looked at him intently, the blue eyes piercing Ianto mercilessly. Before he could move, Ianto felt a warm hand being placed on the small of his back, as the other hand stroked Ianto’s arm.

‘Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?’ Jack whispered, as he leaned closer to Ianto, noticing Ianto’s retreating moves. ‘Why do you…’

Ianto registered that he couldn’t hear Tosh typing anymore. ‘Why do I do what, sir?’

‘Stop it with the sir. I’m Jack’.

‘I know you are, sir’.

Jack held back a retort, beginning to realise that something, somewhere, had gone wrong. This wasn’t what he planned to have, after he came back from the Doctor.

‘Ianto,’ Jack started, putting a hand on Ianto’s cheek, cupping it tight. ‘You and I….after you get back…we’re going to talk. Is that okay?’

Ianto closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds, finding the fingers lingering on his cheek oddly reassuring.

It’s been so long…

How easy it would be just to let go.

‘Yes, sir’, Ianto muttered, quietly. Then he walked, away to the cog door.

Jack watched him go, before turning to Tosh. She didn’t pretend that she hadn’t seen the closeness.

But she couldn’t mention she didn’t see Ianto’s hesitance, too.

‘Give him time, Jack’, she said, quietly. ‘Maybe its just…maybe you’re just moving to fast.’

Then she turned back to the computer, feeling her face glow bright red, as the Captain stared at her.

How come Tosh understands what I’m trying to say, but Ianto can’t? What is it about me that scares him so much?

Maybe Ianto didn’t want to hear.

‘John?’ Ianto called, softly, the minute he was outside the tourist office. He watched Gwen and Owen mount into the SUV. ‘John, where are you?’

What is it, sweet cheeks?

Ianto bucked back, shocked. He looked around. No one. ‘Where are you, John? I can’t see you…’

Ah. I was meaning to explain that- don’t really like all the sciency stuff. You see, when you used to see me, in front of you, I wasn’t really there.

‘No kidding.’

Don’t mock me, eye candy. You’re not just a pretty face then?

‘Shut up, John. Where are you? I need to talk to you.’

I thought you would.

‘Where. Are. You?’

I…erm…You see, the device you picked up, when you found me…It’s called a Mind Manipulator. And don’t do that with your eyes! Its not what you-‘

‘-It’s a WHAT? So you’re-‘

Projecting from your brain, yes. But that’s all it means, honestly. Trust me, its safer this way. Anyways, you should be thanking me. I just made your job so much easier.

Ianto almost stumbled. ‘What?’

The Cideacs. Honestly, Jack does just choose you all if you’re pretty.

Ianto stood still, blotting Gwen and Owen from his mind. His veins blocked up, ice forming over his chest. ‘What do you mean? How do you know about the…’

-The Cideacs? Come on, Earth isn’t that attractive…I sent them here.

‘WHAT?’

Calm down, eye candy. You don’t look so good when you’re all flustered.

Ianto tried not to give in to the urge to punch himself, in hopes that it would hurt John.

I thought you wanted to get Jack back! This makes your job so much easier…

‘No, John. This isn’t what I meant. You can’t do this.’

I should have known you’d forget it all so easily. I don’t know how you do it, because I can’t forget. Remember, eye candy, he isn’t who he pretends to be.

Ianto clenched his muscles, trying not to scream, panic.

This may be your one shot to show him that you’re not just a cute guy in a suit, Ianto.

Suddenly, Ianto felt a warm rush around his brain, unclenching his muscles, and almost dimming out the insecurities, bringing back the resentment- the anger.

It’ll all be okay, eye candy. Let’s just get rid of Jack…Life will be so much easier…

Ianto swayed on the spot. ‘Yes…Life will be…so…much…easier…’

With that he walked to the SUV, ignoring the looks that Owen and Gwen were giving him.

The night before Tommy Brockless is sent back to 1918, in Ianto’s mind:

I can feel Jack touching my face, his large, rough hands doing all the right things, even though it’s been so long; too, too long. Warmth surrounds me like hot coffee, the liquid genius eradicating any other worry. How I love to be so close, feel so warm, know I’m wanted…

‘…and know that I’ve met those I have, come to love those I do…and I wouldn’t change that for the world…’

Jack cares about me, loves me, in his own secretive way. He says those ways, and everything is the past; the Doctor, the months alone, the unsaid explanations- they no longer matter. All that matters is that Jacks here, and that he’s with me, he still needs me.

And that we’re not just a novelty.

But then it changes, I can feel it…all the warmth disappears, and instead all I can feel is ice, lots and lots of ice, so cold…

…Then I look into Jacks eyes, I see him leer at me, and I just know, I just know…

His eyes go dark, and he looks at me in that way that I know…

…And Jack Harkness is still just after that One Thing, and he hasn’t changed.

Location: A rural area near Splott.

‘IANTO, MOVE!’

That’s not how that memory goes…

‘IANTO, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT, MOVE!’

Ianto dodged the lethal creature in front of him, registering nothing back the long, black cloth that seemed to illuminate his anger with them, with Jack, the World.

Jack said he wouldn’t change the world, that night. Because he still had us, me…

Cideacs. Owen pulled his gun out, shooting into thin air.

It didn’t end like that!

Yes it did, Ianto. It’s your memories.

But Jack cares about me, John!

Your mind knows he doesn’t, Ianto. Sorry.

‘Oi! Cloaky!’ Owen yelled, distracting the creature as it stood in front of Ianto. ‘Come here!’

And like a gust of wind, the Cideac went after Owen. Gwen grabbed Ianto’s arm, pulling him.

‘God, Ianto!’ she breathed, impatiently. ‘What’s wrong with you? Do you want to bloody die?’

I have to get them to Jack. Get rid of Jack…

Gwen ran to a wall, disappearing behind it, leaving Ianto to fend for himself. He saw Owen and the first Cideac. The other…

‘Oh, fuck,’ Ianto turned around, putting his hands around the gun in his pocket. Then he remembered.

The Cideac lingered around him, almost evaluating Ianto’s figure. Ianto dropped the gun, and held his arms out, hoping to god that it was a universal gesture.

‘Wait! Don’t…’Ianto swallowed. He didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t.

Yes, you do, eye candy.

‘Wait,’ Ianto said, to the Cideac. ‘I can…I can help you…Listen to me, please…’

‘IANTO!’

Ianto felt Owen and Gwen stop in their stances, to stare at Ianto. The Cideac in front of him seemed to know what he was about to say, and stood still, in its dark cloaked glory.

‘I…I can show you to Jack Harkness.’ Ianto said, swallowing. ‘I know what you want.’

Location: The Hub.

‘What on EARTH is Ianto doing?’ Tosh screamed into the computer, attaching her comm. ‘He’s trying to lead them right here!’

Jack stood next to her, swaying. Toshiko cracked away at her computer, livid, so scared.

Jack felt his heart thumping beneath his ribs, his eyes going blood shot.

Why would Ianto want me dead?

‘Jack, do something!’ Tosh screamed, standing up to shake him/ ‘Don’t you understand? Something’s wrong with Ianto!’

Please not again. Not now, not when it’s so late.

Don’t betray me now, Yan.

Jack picked up his comm. ‘Owen….yes…’ Jack said, his words rough, and definite. ‘Shoot them. Now. Don’t argue with me, SHOOT!’

Tosh stared at him, as Jack’s face contorted, his anger and confusion clearly visible.

‘You can’t just…kill the creatures…’ Tosh muttered. Suddenly, she had two loud BANG noises in her comm., and Gwen’s protests.

Silence. ‘He killed them.’

No words.

‘You made Owen kill two creatures. That weren’t at fault.’

Silence.

‘Speak to me, Jack.’ Tosh said, softly. She flinched as Jack turned to look at her, his eyes red with fury and-

‘What am I supposed to do?’ Jack hissed at her, grabbing her by the arms. Tosh tried to wriggle out, shocked at Jack’s sudden move. She felt his hot breath, coming faster and faster, his body clenching up; ready for battle.

Jack let go of the woman.

‘You told me to save myself, Tosh’ Jack said, quietly, yet dangerously. ‘Don’t ever tell me, again.’

He tapped his comm. ‘Owen? Bring Ianto and Gwen back to the Hub. And tell Gwen i really don’t want to hear her speeches today.’

After Jack left for the Doctor, in Ianto’s mind:

I feel so alone. So, so alone.

The dust is the only thing among my midst, and I can’t think. I can’t stand it anymore, this isolation. Everything reminds me of him.

I walk into Jack’s office, and I see more dust- I feel my face crumble.

I couldn’t take care of him, so he left me, left us. For whatever it is. Tosh looked at the CCTV, and she reckons that MAN has taken him. That ALIEN. The Doctor, the one Torchwood London told us was a monster- the one Torchwood Cardiff taught me was harmless. In some way, the Time Lord became a monster to me anyways.

Because he took Jack from me. He made Jack forget me.

And now I’m alone, with all his things that I’ve left to dust. I can smell him on his chair, as I sit on it. His laughs still vibrate within the walls of this office, this silent, SILENT office.

Someone help me, help me now. I feel so small, so…alone. And I can’t get out of it; I’m falling into a dark abyss.

But I believe Jack’s coming back. He’s coming back for me. One day, I don’t know when or how, he will.

He always promised that he never forgot anyone who truly cared.

I pick up a whisky glass of his, and lean it against my cheek. So cold, but so pure. A memento. Almost, of him.

….Then I look out of the office, to the quiet of the empty Hub…

…HE ISN’T COMING BACK.

He won’t come back. He won’t come back. Not for me. For Gwen. Or the Doctor. Someone else.

Just not for me.

Never for me. I’m never going to see Jack again…

‘I want everyone out now!’ Jack yelled, leaving Owen, Tosh and Gwen confused.

Gwen put a hand on her hip. ‘Don’t think you can just get rid of us like that, Jack! We need to understand! What happened with Ianto-‘

‘Get out’, Jack said, quietly. Tosh walked, fast, over to Gwen, putting an arm around Gwen’s.

‘Really,’ Tosh hissed in her ear. ‘Lets go. Trust me, just leave him…’

‘No!’ Gwen yelled at her. ‘Jack! Ianto, he just tried to bail out on all of us! I want to know what’s GOING ON!’

‘Jack!’ Owen bellowed, above Gwen. ‘The Cideacs-‘

Jack had had enough. ‘SHUT UP!’

Quiet.

‘I want you all out’, Jack said, measurably. ‘Go home, drink wine, go out on the pull, go shopping. Just leave it to me.’

‘But, Jack!’

‘GWEN! GO! NOW!’

A few mumbles followed, as the team scrambled out from the cog door, leaving Jack breathing hard, and fast.

Giving himself seconds- minutes- to calm down, hold back the emotions, Jack walked down to the kitchenette.

Ianto stood, shaking as he washed out cup after cup. His hands glowed red under the hot water, the liquid splashing on the sleeves of his suit.

‘Something’s wrong with me. It hurts. Help me.’

Nothing’s wrong, eye candy! I can’t believe this…

‘I can’t do it. I won’t do it. Jack…he’s just so…’

I can’t believe he has you this mesmerised. He can’t be that good in bed. Well. He is, but-

‘Can you hear me? I WON’T DO IT. My memories…all my memories, why are they so…?’

Dark? Wrong? Maybe because they’re finally documenting the truth, sweetheart.

‘What are you doing to me, John?’

Who says I’m doing anything?

‘Because those aren’t my memories, John. You’re changing me.’

Eye candy-

‘Leave me alone. Please. For a bit’.

But-

‘PLEASE.’

‘Who are you talking to, Ianto?’

SMASH.

Ianto looked down at the floor, jumping as he saw Jack approaching behind him. Shards of ceramics cluttered around him, from where he had dropped the cup, in shock.

‘Shit’, Ianto said, loudly, before kneeling down, his hands slick with water.

Jack regarded him, as Ianto found himself staring at Jack’s boots. Jack took his hands out from his pockets, and crossed them.

‘Taken to talking to yourself, eh?’ Jack said, softly.

‘Maybe, sir.’ Ianto muttered, unable to look Jack in the eyes. He saw Jacks boots move away from front of him, and being walking around him.

The heat of Jacks glaze scorched him, burnt him beyond repair; Ianto wanted to scream at Jack to go away.

Jack stopped. His face almost panicked. ‘Talk to me’.

Ianto halted, his face pale, as he looked at the shards. ‘What, sir?’

A flurry of shirt, and suddenly, Jack was kneeling right in front of him, the older man’s hand on Ianto’s chin.

Ianto found himself compelled to look at his Captain, his dashing lover.

‘Talk to me, Yan’, Jack pleaded, no longer hiding. He bent down further, to look deep into Ianto’s eyes. ‘Something…something’s been different, recently. I can feel it. I don’t like it.’

Ianto didn’t look away. ‘Life is unfair, Sir. You won’t always get things your way- elementary rule of living in the 21^st century; you should know it by now.’

Jack felt his hands empty as Ianto moved away from him, trying to pick up the broken shards with his bare hands.

‘Ianto’, Jack said, looking at the pieces. ‘You’ll cut yourself.’

Tears rimmed Ianto’s eyes; he refused to let them fall. He didn’t understand anything anymore, his whole reason for being a total lie; without caution, Ianto found that he didn’t care if Jack saw him cr. He didn’t care if he punched Jack in the face, right now, and left him to pick up the pieces.

Because Jack had left Ianto in this abyss, for far too long. It was unbearable.

Ianto continued to pick up the ceramic pieces, ignoring Jack’s protests. Suddenly, Ianto found his hands – full of broken ceramic- covered back Jack’s own hands.

‘Stop it,’ Jack said, his voice low and racked. ‘I want to know what I did wrong. Why does it hurt you to look at me?’

In the end of the day, they all had their struggles; they all hated Jack some point…

And then Jack was in a corner of his office, all alone.

Ianto found himself squeezing Jack’s hands, the ceramics cutting into their skin. Jack didn’t cry out; neither did Ianto. The bleeding wasn’t enough.

‘I can’t do this anymore, Jack’, Ianto said, thickly. ‘Stop trying to understand me.’

‘Yan, look at me’, Ianto automatically obeyed his boss. Jack’s blue eyes seem too intense. ‘If I did that, then how would you understand me?’

Ianto gulped, feeling hot and shaking. ‘I don’t want to understand you. Then you’ll be human, and then it’ll be too hard.’

‘What will be too hard?’

Ianto felt a sharp pain in his hands, as Jack let go of it- scarlet liquid poured thinly; their blood moving in between the union. Ianto walked to the sink, and ran the cold tap; he closed his eyes, willing for peace.

Just a little peace of mind. This hurts too much.

He felt a pair of strong arms wind around his waist; he saw the bloodied hands on his suit…

….And he didn’t care.

‘Please let me help you’, Jack whispered deep into the whorls of Ianto’s ear. Ianto shivered as shots of pleasance ran through his body at the sound. ‘Don’t…do this. Just don’t hate me.’

Just don’t hate me.

Hate me.

Me.

Jack.

Without knowing what he was doing, Ianto quickly dipped Jacks hands into the cold water; Jack gasped at the sudden rush, and then turned around to pull Jack close. Ianto’s bloodied suit, their wet hands covering each others faces; the coldness of the water contrasting with the warmth of their rapid breaths and beating hearts.

Jack quickly reciprocated, winding his arm around Ianto’s shoulder, pulling at the back of Ianto’s head.

‘It hurts, Jack’, Ianto whimpered, quietly into Jack’s collar. ‘These memories…I’ve got memories that aren’t mine…they’re stealing you from me…’

Jack’s widened as he pulled away, brushing his lips along Ianto’s jaw quickly.

‘Then I’ll have to stop them from changing.’ Jack said, slowly. ‘Let me help you.’

Ianto looked at Jack, desperately wanting him, and wanting to explain. The harsh lines of the man that he had seen in the 51^st century peeled away from this Jack Harkness, from his Jack Harkness. Now he saw the centre of a man who really did care.

‘Jack, there’s a lot I haven’t told you…’

‘Shh’, Jack said, covering Ianto’s mouth. ‘It can wait.’

They stood in silence, listening to the water gushing out of the tap, and myfanwy’s squeaking from above them, in another world from them.

‘I haven’t feed her yet’. Ianto mumbled. Jack smiled slightly, before thinking hard, putting his hand on the nape of Ianto’s neck, and looking at him.

He smiled sadly. ‘Why do I feel like I’m losing you, Yan?’ he said, softly, stroking Ianto’s ear.

Ianto gulped again. ‘My memories…they’re all wrong…’ he began.

Staring at the Welshman for the briefest of seconds, Jack slipped his hands to Ianto’s fingers, tugging slightly.

Ianto allowed himself to be lead, not leaving Jacks warm, liquid eyes. Too comforting.

‘Where are we going, Jack?’

Jack smiled at him, reassuringly.

‘To make new memories, Yan. It will do, for now’.

So what do you think? I feel sorry for people that read this series- I’ve just realised there’s hardly any good fluff in it, so I offered a bit of angsty fluff. Please remember I’ve just gotten over writer’s block here, and don’t be too hard on me! Also, I have a question…would anyone like a little smut in this series? Because the next chapter is going to be some of Ianto’s memories with Jack (which should take long), so I can put up a smutty spin off chapter with it, if anyone wants…it would be my first smut piece. Anyways, I’ll shut up, but people please comment!

Hello! Sorry i'm so late with this chapter...RL is mad and i'm feeling ill. I apologize if this fic seems a little whacko!

anyways, please do read and comment! xD

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