Death or Ret-con
Title: Death or Ret-con
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Jack has to deal with Ianto in the aftermath of Cyberwoman. But what is he going to do with him?
“Gwen, Tosh get him upstairs,” Jack said as he walked forward into the room to survey the damage. Ianto was a broken mess on the floor, cradling the head of his cyber girlfriend’s empty body.
Gwen and Tosh immediately sprung into action dragging the sobbing Ianto away from Lisa and out of the blood-filled basement.
“Owen, go get a couple of body bags,” Jack ordered.
Owen simply nodded and headed out towards the mortuary, which was quite a bit away. He couldn’t be bothered running, he was too tired to and so he decided to just take his time.
When they were all gone, Jack stepped forward and put another bullet into Lisa’s chest, just for good measure. He then looked over at the pizza girl, who was lying in a pool of her own blood. Poor girl had only started working at the takeaway place two weeks ago. Sighing he lifted her and put her in the corner next to Lisa and then he turned to conversion unit.
Taking his time, he made sure that it was completely disconnected from any power supply before he went to the tool box that Ianto had kept down here (obviously for repairs) and took out a hammer hammer.
When Owen got back with the body bags and trolleys, he started in surprise as he saw just how quickly Jack had dismantled everything. But then, he had done most of the ones at Torchwood One and so he was quite proficient at it by now.
“What we gonna do with all the parts?” Owen asked as he lifted Annie into the body bag he had spread out next to her.
“Melt it down,” Jack said, “Destroy it,”
Owen nodded and moved over to Lisa, “A little help?” he asked, after all with the added metal, Lisa was rather heavy.
Jack helped lift her into the body bag and then up onto the trolley.
“I’ll sign the death certificates in the morning,” he told Owen as they began pushing the trolleys towards the mortuary.
“Why? Where you going now?” Owen asked curiously.
Jack looked at him, “I’m going to take Ianto home,” he said, swallowing hard against the emotion that was bubbling up inside of him.
Owen nodded, “Okay,” he knew that it was either death or ret-con for Ianto. And if Jack was taking him home he was obviously choosing ret-con… or make it look like suicide.
Jack didn’t say anything else as he left Owen and headed up the stairs. He found Ianto cradled against Gwen on the sofa. Tosh was trying to clean some of the cuts on his hands.
“Come on Ianto,” Jack said as he stood in front of the round door, “Time to go,”
Ianto sat up and looked at him then turned to Gwen and Tosh, “I’m sorry. I really am,” he said, “Please don’t remember me this way,”
Tosh nodded solemnly and wiped at the tears that were in her eyes, but Gwen looked absolutely mortified.
“When you feed Myfanwy, make sure you spend some time chatting to her,” Ianto told her, stemming back any objections she was about to voice, “She gets lonely.” He added as he stood, fixed his tie and followed Jack out of the hub.
“What’s going to happen to him?” Gwen asked Tosh.
“Death or ret-con,” Tosh told her before she went to take the medical supplies back down to the autopsy bay.
They walked to Ianto’s flat. Neither saying a word to each other as they did. Ianto led the way, a step in front of Jack who was watching him like a hawk. They didn’t encounter many people on their way there as it was coming up for two in the morning, but there was the odd drunken reveller who would stare at Ianto, taking in his dishevelled and grief stricken appearance. He looked like a man whose world had ended, and for all intents and purposes it had.
“This is me,” Ianto said as he led Jack into the building. He was two storeys up and every stair was an effort as the ache in their muscles from the night’s events was creeping up on them.
“Not very homey,” Jack said as he looked around the flat. There was a sofa, and a TV and he assumed the bedroom would have a bed, but there was nothing that personalised this place, nothing that would let you know that Ianto lived here.
“I never really got round to unpacking,” Ianto said, “It’s all still in boxes in the spare room,”
Jack nodded, “Look, you’re a mess Ianto. Why don’t you go have a shower and then we can talk about this,”
Ianto wasn’t sure whether Jack was going to creep up on him in the shower and break his neck, or if he was going to lull him into a sense of false security before doing it. But he nodded anyway and hobbled into the bathroom.
He took his time showering. He wanted to look his best if he was about to die. Didn’t want his body smeared with blood and dirt. Although in retrospect, that was a bit pointless as a hole in the head would no doubt lead to plenty of blood spilling over his body.
When he had dried himself and brushed his teeth he pulled his dressing gown on. He didn’t want to ruin any of his clothes as he would like them all to go to charity, and so dressing gown it was.
“I made you some coffee,” Jack said as he sat down on the sofa and gestured for Ianto to join him.
Ianto knew that there would be ret-con in his coffee. So maybe he wouldn’t end up dead, just have his mind wiped.
“How much are you taking from me?” Ianto asked, “Will it be all of Torchwood, or just Torchwood three?”
Jack stared at him, “What would you prefer?”
Ianto shrugged and sipped his coffee, “I don’t want to forget any of it,” he admitted, studying the steam rising from his mug.
“Not even Lisa’s death?”
Ianto took a deep breath at that, “No,” he admitted, “Her death, it was a blessing I think. Put her out of her misery. What I did was selfish and cruel. I made her suffer for longer than she had to,”
Jack watched him as he took a sip of his own coffee, not wanting to interrupt.
“I just, I wasn’t ready to be alone,” he admitted, “My parents died a couple of years ago in a house fire, and I don’t have any siblings. I was on my own for so long before I met her. I had been planning on killing myself, but she saved me,”
“Do you still want to die?” Jack asked curiously.
That was a trick question, Ianto knew but he answered anyway, “At the moment? Yes,” he said quietly as he took another sip of his coffee, “I don’t deserve to live.”
“How so?”
“I nearly killed all of you. Put my own interests before that of everyone else’s… it’s my fault Annie’s dead. And not just because of Lisa, but I was the one who ordered the pizzas.” Ianto sat forward and put his coffee down on the table in front of him before he began crying again.
Jack sat and watched him for a few moments before he put his own coffee down and pulled Ianto into his embrace. Ianto clung to him as if the fate of the world depended on it. They sat there for what felt like hours (but was really only minutes) as Jack cradled him to his chest, stroking Ianto’s hair as his tears soaked his shirt. But soon the sobbing stopped and Ianto’s desperate grasping turned into soft stroking.
“Ianto, what are you doing?” Jack asked him, tilting his chin up so he could look him in the eye.
“Will you stay with me?” Ianto asked, “I’m not ready to be on my own again,”
Jack sighed and closed his eyes against the pleading look Ianto was giving him, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he said.
“What difference does it make?” Ianto asked as he sat up, “This time tomorrow I’ll either be dead or have forgotten that you even existed,”
“Ianto…”
“Please Jack. I need this,” he said softly as he placed a gentle yet needy kiss on Jack’s cut and swollen lips.
And that was all that was needed to make Jack cave. He had wanted to be with Ianto from the minute he had set eyes on him and now he was going to get his chance. Although he knew deep down that this was wrong and he would only regret it in the morning he couldn’t help himself. He found himself needing this just as much as Ianto did.
He leaned forward and wrapped a hand around Ianto’s neck, pulling him into a hard kiss. Ianto sighed against his mouth, relishing the feeling of human touch, something he hadn’t felt in over a year.
“Bedroom?” Jack asked him.
“This way,” Ianto said as he stood and took Jack’s hand, leading him into the sparsely decorated bedroom.
Jack stood just inside the door and kicked off his shoes. He then let Ianto undress him, capturing his lips in soft kisses every now and again. Once he was naked, Ianto snaked his arms around his waist and held him close to him. Jack leaned forward pulling him into a strong kiss as he let his own hands sneak inside Ianto’s dressing gown and push the soft garment off of his bare shoulders.
Ianto shivered as he felt the cold night air against his naked flesh, but Jack distracted him by lifting him up slightly and placing him down softly on the bed.
“Before we start,” Jack said as he hovered above Ianto, “Are you sure about this?”
Ianto stroked a hand down Jack’s cheek, “I’ve wanted you for a while Jack, but I couldn’t because of… and well, this is my last chance,”
Jack closed his eyes and bowed his head. He couldn’t do this. He had to go.
“Jack. It’s okay,” Ianto said as he pulled his face up, “I want this,”
“Do you have any stuff?” Jack asked him, giving in to his fate.
Ianto blushed, “In the bottom drawer,”
Jack raised an eyebrow at him before leaning off the bed and pulling open the bottom drawer. He was only slightly surprised to find some sex aids in there, handcuffs, anal beads, blind fold that sort of thing, and of course lubricant.
“I’ve not used any of that in a while,” Ianto said with a blush, feeling that he had to explain himself.
Jack just nodded before he settled back down on the bed, “Turn over,” he said. He couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to do this whilst looking into Ianto’s face. It would be too much and only solidify Ianto’s accusation that he was a monster.
Ianto did as he was told and turned onto his stomach. He rested his forehead on his arms and closed his eyes tight, concentrating on his breathing and getting his body to relax. However, just as was relaxing enough to feel that he would be able to enjoy this as much as he wanted to, a cold moist finger breached his entrance. He gasped and tried to jerk away, but a firm and gentle hand on his lower back held him in place.
Jack didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. And so he just sat and watched as Ianto’s body reacted to his touch. He could feel Ianto’s muscles relaxing around his finger and so he pushed another one in, making Ianto jerk again. He shifted slightly in his position so that he was actually kneeling in between Ianto’s thighs. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, hopefully giving some comfort as his hand stretched him.
By the time he had three fingers in him, Ianto was more than ready for Jack himself. In fact, the anticipation was driving him mad. Jack seemed to sense this as he slowly began pulling his hand out. Ianto couldn’t help but whimper slightly at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness that he was left with when Jack removed his hand from him. But it didn’t last for long as soon he felt Jack breaching his entrance, filling him up more than a hand ever could.
Ianto had never had sex with a man before. He had fondled yes, but never had full on sex. He and Lisa had also experimented (hence the anal beads) but he had never felt anything like this before in his life. It was both wonderful and terrifying at the same time.
Jack could sense that this was either the first time in a long time for Ianto, or his first time full stop. He was beyond tense, not to mention that he was so tight he felt like a virgin. However, as gentle as Jack should be, he knew that Ianto had asked him to do this as he needed to feel something other than grief and pain and so after a few slow thrusts deep into Ianto, he pulled Ianto up so that he was on all fours and gripped on tight to his hips as he began pummelling into him.
Ianto gasped and let his head fall down onto the bed. Jack was hitting his prostate with every thrust and it was driving him mad. He had always thought sex with Jack would be amazing, but he hadn’t figured on it being as good as this. Words couldn’t describe just how fantastic this was… oh God and now he was fondling his balls.
Jack closed his eyes and concentrated on giving Ianto the best orgasm he had ever had in his life. He at least deserved that. And so quickly licking his palm, he begun to fondle and stroke Ianto as he pounded into his prostate, making Ianto writhe in overwhelming pleasure.
It was over before it really got started. Ianto yelled and spilled his seed all over Jack’s hand and bed before collapsing onto the bed. Jack fell forward with him and thrust in a couple of times more before his own orgasm shook him, releasing his seed into Ianto’s welcoming body.
They lay like that for a few minutes before Jack finally got his breath back and rolled off of Ianto. He lay on his back and covered his eyes with his hand. Ianto turned to look at him.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“Don’t,” Jack told him, “Don’t thank me. I shouldn’t have done this. Taking advantage of someone in pain isn’t very becoming now is it?”
Ianto just looked at him in confusion, “But I asked you too…”
Jack finally took his hand off his eyes and looked at Ianto, “Go to sleep,” he said with a soft smile.
Ianto knew this would be the last time he saw Jack and so leaned forward and kissed him softly, “I mean it though. Thank you,”
Jack nodded and stroked Ianto’s hair as the younger man lay down on his side, facing away from him. Jack curled himself around him, holding him close to his chest until he was sure that Ianto was in a deep sleep. Wiping the tears from his eyes he got up and got dressed. He then went into the living room and cleaned up their coffee cups. With a sigh, he looked about the empty flat once more before pulling on his coat and heading back out into rain.
Ianto woke with a start. Something was beeping at him. Picking up his phone he saw that he had a text message.
“You’re on two weeks unpaid suspension. I want you to take that time to get your life back in order. Unpack, decorate and find your feet again. J xx”
Ianto stared at the phone and then looked about his room. He was still alive and hadn’t been ret-conned. And he and Jack had… is that why Jack was so reluctant to do it, because he wasn’t going to ret-con him, or did he change his mind after sleeping with him?
Sitting up with a hiss (the pain in his backside was something he could live without) he took a minute to just let everything sink in. Lisa was gone, he had nearly gotten his entire team killed, he had then slept with Jack and was now on suspension from work. Life really couldn’t get any worse could it? But then, he could have had his memory stole from him and so for that he was slightly thankful, although where this left him and Jack he wasn’t too sure. At least he had two weeks to figure it out.
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Jack has to deal with Ianto in the aftermath of Cyberwoman. But what is he going to do with him?
“Gwen, Tosh get him upstairs,” Jack said as he walked forward into the room to survey the damage. Ianto was a broken mess on the floor, cradling the head of his cyber girlfriend’s empty body.
Gwen and Tosh immediately sprung into action dragging the sobbing Ianto away from Lisa and out of the blood-filled basement.
“Owen, go get a couple of body bags,” Jack ordered.
Owen simply nodded and headed out towards the mortuary, which was quite a bit away. He couldn’t be bothered running, he was too tired to and so he decided to just take his time.
When they were all gone, Jack stepped forward and put another bullet into Lisa’s chest, just for good measure. He then looked over at the pizza girl, who was lying in a pool of her own blood. Poor girl had only started working at the takeaway place two weeks ago. Sighing he lifted her and put her in the corner next to Lisa and then he turned to conversion unit.
Taking his time, he made sure that it was completely disconnected from any power supply before he went to the tool box that Ianto had kept down here (obviously for repairs) and took out a hammer hammer.
When Owen got back with the body bags and trolleys, he started in surprise as he saw just how quickly Jack had dismantled everything. But then, he had done most of the ones at Torchwood One and so he was quite proficient at it by now.
“What we gonna do with all the parts?” Owen asked as he lifted Annie into the body bag he had spread out next to her.
“Melt it down,” Jack said, “Destroy it,”
Owen nodded and moved over to Lisa, “A little help?” he asked, after all with the added metal, Lisa was rather heavy.
Jack helped lift her into the body bag and then up onto the trolley.
“I’ll sign the death certificates in the morning,” he told Owen as they began pushing the trolleys towards the mortuary.
“Why? Where you going now?” Owen asked curiously.
Jack looked at him, “I’m going to take Ianto home,” he said, swallowing hard against the emotion that was bubbling up inside of him.
Owen nodded, “Okay,” he knew that it was either death or ret-con for Ianto. And if Jack was taking him home he was obviously choosing ret-con… or make it look like suicide.
Jack didn’t say anything else as he left Owen and headed up the stairs. He found Ianto cradled against Gwen on the sofa. Tosh was trying to clean some of the cuts on his hands.
“Come on Ianto,” Jack said as he stood in front of the round door, “Time to go,”
Ianto sat up and looked at him then turned to Gwen and Tosh, “I’m sorry. I really am,” he said, “Please don’t remember me this way,”
Tosh nodded solemnly and wiped at the tears that were in her eyes, but Gwen looked absolutely mortified.
“When you feed Myfanwy, make sure you spend some time chatting to her,” Ianto told her, stemming back any objections she was about to voice, “She gets lonely.” He added as he stood, fixed his tie and followed Jack out of the hub.
“What’s going to happen to him?” Gwen asked Tosh.
“Death or ret-con,” Tosh told her before she went to take the medical supplies back down to the autopsy bay.
They walked to Ianto’s flat. Neither saying a word to each other as they did. Ianto led the way, a step in front of Jack who was watching him like a hawk. They didn’t encounter many people on their way there as it was coming up for two in the morning, but there was the odd drunken reveller who would stare at Ianto, taking in his dishevelled and grief stricken appearance. He looked like a man whose world had ended, and for all intents and purposes it had.
“This is me,” Ianto said as he led Jack into the building. He was two storeys up and every stair was an effort as the ache in their muscles from the night’s events was creeping up on them.
“Not very homey,” Jack said as he looked around the flat. There was a sofa, and a TV and he assumed the bedroom would have a bed, but there was nothing that personalised this place, nothing that would let you know that Ianto lived here.
“I never really got round to unpacking,” Ianto said, “It’s all still in boxes in the spare room,”
Jack nodded, “Look, you’re a mess Ianto. Why don’t you go have a shower and then we can talk about this,”
Ianto wasn’t sure whether Jack was going to creep up on him in the shower and break his neck, or if he was going to lull him into a sense of false security before doing it. But he nodded anyway and hobbled into the bathroom.
He took his time showering. He wanted to look his best if he was about to die. Didn’t want his body smeared with blood and dirt. Although in retrospect, that was a bit pointless as a hole in the head would no doubt lead to plenty of blood spilling over his body.
When he had dried himself and brushed his teeth he pulled his dressing gown on. He didn’t want to ruin any of his clothes as he would like them all to go to charity, and so dressing gown it was.
“I made you some coffee,” Jack said as he sat down on the sofa and gestured for Ianto to join him.
Ianto knew that there would be ret-con in his coffee. So maybe he wouldn’t end up dead, just have his mind wiped.
“How much are you taking from me?” Ianto asked, “Will it be all of Torchwood, or just Torchwood three?”
Jack stared at him, “What would you prefer?”
Ianto shrugged and sipped his coffee, “I don’t want to forget any of it,” he admitted, studying the steam rising from his mug.
“Not even Lisa’s death?”
Ianto took a deep breath at that, “No,” he admitted, “Her death, it was a blessing I think. Put her out of her misery. What I did was selfish and cruel. I made her suffer for longer than she had to,”
Jack watched him as he took a sip of his own coffee, not wanting to interrupt.
“I just, I wasn’t ready to be alone,” he admitted, “My parents died a couple of years ago in a house fire, and I don’t have any siblings. I was on my own for so long before I met her. I had been planning on killing myself, but she saved me,”
“Do you still want to die?” Jack asked curiously.
That was a trick question, Ianto knew but he answered anyway, “At the moment? Yes,” he said quietly as he took another sip of his coffee, “I don’t deserve to live.”
“How so?”
“I nearly killed all of you. Put my own interests before that of everyone else’s… it’s my fault Annie’s dead. And not just because of Lisa, but I was the one who ordered the pizzas.” Ianto sat forward and put his coffee down on the table in front of him before he began crying again.
Jack sat and watched him for a few moments before he put his own coffee down and pulled Ianto into his embrace. Ianto clung to him as if the fate of the world depended on it. They sat there for what felt like hours (but was really only minutes) as Jack cradled him to his chest, stroking Ianto’s hair as his tears soaked his shirt. But soon the sobbing stopped and Ianto’s desperate grasping turned into soft stroking.
“Ianto, what are you doing?” Jack asked him, tilting his chin up so he could look him in the eye.
“Will you stay with me?” Ianto asked, “I’m not ready to be on my own again,”
Jack sighed and closed his eyes against the pleading look Ianto was giving him, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” he said.
“What difference does it make?” Ianto asked as he sat up, “This time tomorrow I’ll either be dead or have forgotten that you even existed,”
“Ianto…”
“Please Jack. I need this,” he said softly as he placed a gentle yet needy kiss on Jack’s cut and swollen lips.
And that was all that was needed to make Jack cave. He had wanted to be with Ianto from the minute he had set eyes on him and now he was going to get his chance. Although he knew deep down that this was wrong and he would only regret it in the morning he couldn’t help himself. He found himself needing this just as much as Ianto did.
He leaned forward and wrapped a hand around Ianto’s neck, pulling him into a hard kiss. Ianto sighed against his mouth, relishing the feeling of human touch, something he hadn’t felt in over a year.
“Bedroom?” Jack asked him.
“This way,” Ianto said as he stood and took Jack’s hand, leading him into the sparsely decorated bedroom.
Jack stood just inside the door and kicked off his shoes. He then let Ianto undress him, capturing his lips in soft kisses every now and again. Once he was naked, Ianto snaked his arms around his waist and held him close to him. Jack leaned forward pulling him into a strong kiss as he let his own hands sneak inside Ianto’s dressing gown and push the soft garment off of his bare shoulders.
Ianto shivered as he felt the cold night air against his naked flesh, but Jack distracted him by lifting him up slightly and placing him down softly on the bed.
“Before we start,” Jack said as he hovered above Ianto, “Are you sure about this?”
Ianto stroked a hand down Jack’s cheek, “I’ve wanted you for a while Jack, but I couldn’t because of… and well, this is my last chance,”
Jack closed his eyes and bowed his head. He couldn’t do this. He had to go.
“Jack. It’s okay,” Ianto said as he pulled his face up, “I want this,”
“Do you have any stuff?” Jack asked him, giving in to his fate.
Ianto blushed, “In the bottom drawer,”
Jack raised an eyebrow at him before leaning off the bed and pulling open the bottom drawer. He was only slightly surprised to find some sex aids in there, handcuffs, anal beads, blind fold that sort of thing, and of course lubricant.
“I’ve not used any of that in a while,” Ianto said with a blush, feeling that he had to explain himself.
Jack just nodded before he settled back down on the bed, “Turn over,” he said. He couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to do this whilst looking into Ianto’s face. It would be too much and only solidify Ianto’s accusation that he was a monster.
Ianto did as he was told and turned onto his stomach. He rested his forehead on his arms and closed his eyes tight, concentrating on his breathing and getting his body to relax. However, just as was relaxing enough to feel that he would be able to enjoy this as much as he wanted to, a cold moist finger breached his entrance. He gasped and tried to jerk away, but a firm and gentle hand on his lower back held him in place.
Jack didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. And so he just sat and watched as Ianto’s body reacted to his touch. He could feel Ianto’s muscles relaxing around his finger and so he pushed another one in, making Ianto jerk again. He shifted slightly in his position so that he was actually kneeling in between Ianto’s thighs. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, hopefully giving some comfort as his hand stretched him.
By the time he had three fingers in him, Ianto was more than ready for Jack himself. In fact, the anticipation was driving him mad. Jack seemed to sense this as he slowly began pulling his hand out. Ianto couldn’t help but whimper slightly at the overwhelming feeling of emptiness that he was left with when Jack removed his hand from him. But it didn’t last for long as soon he felt Jack breaching his entrance, filling him up more than a hand ever could.
Ianto had never had sex with a man before. He had fondled yes, but never had full on sex. He and Lisa had also experimented (hence the anal beads) but he had never felt anything like this before in his life. It was both wonderful and terrifying at the same time.
Jack could sense that this was either the first time in a long time for Ianto, or his first time full stop. He was beyond tense, not to mention that he was so tight he felt like a virgin. However, as gentle as Jack should be, he knew that Ianto had asked him to do this as he needed to feel something other than grief and pain and so after a few slow thrusts deep into Ianto, he pulled Ianto up so that he was on all fours and gripped on tight to his hips as he began pummelling into him.
Ianto gasped and let his head fall down onto the bed. Jack was hitting his prostate with every thrust and it was driving him mad. He had always thought sex with Jack would be amazing, but he hadn’t figured on it being as good as this. Words couldn’t describe just how fantastic this was… oh God and now he was fondling his balls.
Jack closed his eyes and concentrated on giving Ianto the best orgasm he had ever had in his life. He at least deserved that. And so quickly licking his palm, he begun to fondle and stroke Ianto as he pounded into his prostate, making Ianto writhe in overwhelming pleasure.
It was over before it really got started. Ianto yelled and spilled his seed all over Jack’s hand and bed before collapsing onto the bed. Jack fell forward with him and thrust in a couple of times more before his own orgasm shook him, releasing his seed into Ianto’s welcoming body.
They lay like that for a few minutes before Jack finally got his breath back and rolled off of Ianto. He lay on his back and covered his eyes with his hand. Ianto turned to look at him.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“Don’t,” Jack told him, “Don’t thank me. I shouldn’t have done this. Taking advantage of someone in pain isn’t very becoming now is it?”
Ianto just looked at him in confusion, “But I asked you too…”
Jack finally took his hand off his eyes and looked at Ianto, “Go to sleep,” he said with a soft smile.
Ianto knew this would be the last time he saw Jack and so leaned forward and kissed him softly, “I mean it though. Thank you,”
Jack nodded and stroked Ianto’s hair as the younger man lay down on his side, facing away from him. Jack curled himself around him, holding him close to his chest until he was sure that Ianto was in a deep sleep. Wiping the tears from his eyes he got up and got dressed. He then went into the living room and cleaned up their coffee cups. With a sigh, he looked about the empty flat once more before pulling on his coat and heading back out into rain.
Ianto woke with a start. Something was beeping at him. Picking up his phone he saw that he had a text message.
“You’re on two weeks unpaid suspension. I want you to take that time to get your life back in order. Unpack, decorate and find your feet again. J xx”
Ianto stared at the phone and then looked about his room. He was still alive and hadn’t been ret-conned. And he and Jack had… is that why Jack was so reluctant to do it, because he wasn’t going to ret-con him, or did he change his mind after sleeping with him?
Sitting up with a hiss (the pain in his backside was something he could live without) he took a minute to just let everything sink in. Lisa was gone, he had nearly gotten his entire team killed, he had then slept with Jack and was now on suspension from work. Life really couldn’t get any worse could it? But then, he could have had his memory stole from him and so for that he was slightly thankful, although where this left him and Jack he wasn’t too sure. At least he had two weeks to figure it out.
THE END