A/N: Here we are! Last chapter. I hope you have enjoyed reading this. Thanks for all the reviews. They have made it all so worthwhile. I hope to get some more for this chapter too, hinthint, don’t abandon me now!

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. It all belongs to Russell T Davies. And he might not own it for much longer.

Dedication: For everyone who ever reviewed.

Word Count: 690

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Ianto stared at Jack for a few moments, mouth open slightly in shock, eyes wide open.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes. Deadly. I’ve never been more serious in my life. And that’s been a long time.”

“I,” Ianto seemed to struggle for words “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.”

Ianto opened his mouth to reply but before he could the door banged open and Owen strode into the room.

“We’ve decided that it was a stupid plan,” Owen said, crouching down to undo Ianto’s ankles and then pulling a knife out of his pocket “so we’re letting you go.”

He cut the ropes round Ianto’s wrists with a deft swipe and Ianto leapt to his feet. He threw one last scared look at Jack before fleeing the room.

“Owen! Hurry up and fucking let me go. I need to talk to him!”

Owen snorted and began undoing the ropes round Jack’s ankles.

“If you haven’t got to him yet, I doubt it’s going to happen anytime soon.”

Seconds later his legs were free and with a daft swipe the bonds on his wrists were gone too. Jack leapt to his feet and sprinted after Ianto. He barely stepped out of the room when he realised that he had no idea where he was or which way Ianto had gone. Sighing in defeat he banged his head against the wall and fought back the urge to wail.

A warm hand on his shoulder made him look up. It was Tosh. She at least had the decency to look sorry.

“Jack, we were trying to help but-”

Jack waved her apologies away.

“Just point me in the direction of the nearest alcohol.”

“Is there some in your office?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“That way and up the stairs,” Tosh said, pointing down the corridor “we’re in one of the old store rooms down in the vaults.”

Jack couldn’t even be bothered to point out that what they had done was a misuse of company property and instead stumbled off in the direction she had pointed, suddenly more tired than he thought possible.

It took him far longer to reach his office than it should have done on a normal day. His legs just didn’t seem to want to cooperate and every now and again they’d give way beneath him and was forced to collapse against a wall. Sobbing.

And it was bloody ridiculous because he was the Captain Jack Harkness. He wasn’t supposed to get emotionally attached to anyone or anything. And here he was broken hearted because some welsh guy didn’t want him anymore. But he couldn’t help it. He was hopelessly in love with Ianto. It was so completely out of character for himself that he didn’t know what to do, other then get exceedingly drunk and mope about. So that was what he did.

Or tried to do anyway. Somehow the alcohol seemed to be having very little effect and all he ended up doing was sitting there, missing Ianto. Eventually he gave up on getting drunk and pushed the bottle of useless vodka away. Deciding that sleep would be the best answer to his problems he opened the hatch in the floor and slid down the ladder into his bedroom.

He was about to collapse onto the bed when a note leaning innocently against the pillow caught his attention.

Jack leant forward and picked it up, instantly recognising Ianto’s loopy, flowing script.

Buy me a ring and I might think about it.

And make it an expensive one. I know how much you earn.

xx

p.s. I swapped your vodka for water. Thought you might want to avoid a hangover when you’re going ring shopping.

Jack allowed himself a small laugh and, although he was now filled with terror at the idea of being married to Ianto (who wouldn’t be terrified of that? But in a really good way), knew that everything was going to be okay. Well, as okay as things could be when he had to protect Cardiff against aliens 24/7. Well, almost 24/7. Tomorrow they’d just have to wait. He had a ring to buy.

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A/N: Thank the Lord, it’s over! I enjoyed writing this but it did get a little hard at the end. I hope you liked it. Please review.

Cya around guys! Until we meet again. Lol.