Disclaimer: Torchwood still isn't mine.

Author's Note: Sorry this has taken so long, I sat my Uni finals this week so I have been a little bit distracted. I'm not really a fluffy writer so I hope this is ok.


An hour later all the guests were finally settled in their own beds and the only people left awake were the Torchwood team. Tosh sat at a cleared table, her shoes kicked off, feet propped on another chair sipping delicately from a large glass of Baileys. Owen sat opposite her, eyes closed against the first rays of dawn creeping over the horizon, wishing, not for the first time that he could enjoy a whiskey. A large one.

Ianto stood separately, leaning alone on the railings surrounding the terrace, a glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand as he stared, unseeing, at the encroaching sunrise. Owen opened his eyes to regard him steadily, before turning to Tosh.

"He okay?" he mouthed silently, tipping his head towards the young Welshman. Tosh was unfailing observant when it came to the wellbeing of Ianto Jones, had been ever since their fateful trip to Brynnblaidd.

Tosh waved her hand in the age old gesture for not bad, smiling fondly as she regarded Ianto.

"He'll be okay," she mouthed back carefully, "Long day."

Owen tipped his head in agreement and she raised her glass to him in acknowledgement.

"You do something to me."

The soft voice of Paul Weller drifted across the room, yanking them both out of the reverie. Jack stood by the music player, silencing their impending questions with a finger to their lips.

"Something deep inside."


Ianto was barely aware of the music starting; exhaustion had taken over long ago and now all he wanted to do was to collapse into bed, preferably with Jack although that was looking unlikely to be an option. It was clear that Jack still harboured feelings for Gwen, and Ianto couldn't deny that watching the two of them dance together earlier had hurt him, more than he cared to admit.

Not that he could let Jack see that of course, Jack wasn't the type of person you had a tell -all sort of relationship with.

Sighing he took another swig of his whiskey, as a heavy hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"May I have this dance?" a smoothly accented voice asked him softly.

Ianto didn't answer immediately, just stared into his glass of whiskey a small frown creasing his face.


Finally he looked up, piercing Jack with his crystal blue gaze.

"I was under the impression," he began, his words careful and his accent thick with exhaustion and alcohol, "that I wasn't your first choice of partner today."

The implication of his words was clear.


Tosh shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"We should go," she mouthed to Owen, who shook his head forcefully in response.

"Trust me," he whispered, "Ianto needs us here to see this."

After a long pause, Tosh nodded and settled carefully back into her seat, trying hard not to draw any attention to herself from the couple before them.


Jack flinched at the hidden sting in Ianto's words and guilt rose in his throat once more. He could read the pain written across the younger man's face and inwardly he cursed himself for being the one who put it there. Gently he reached out a hand to gently stroke his cheek, wincing as Ianto instinctively flinched away.

"Please Ianto," he begged softly.

"Jack," Ianto sighed, "I'm exhausted and I'm really not in the mood."

Jack firmly took Ianto's hand and led him back inside to the dance floor, resolutely ignoring the young man's protestations. Tenderly, he took the young man into his arms, one arm looped strongly round his waist, the other, clasping Ianto's hand, held to rest between their two hearts. Ianto exhaled softly and relaxed into the embrace, unable to resist the pleading in Jack's blue eyes.

"I owe you an apology." Jack spoke loudly enough for Owen and Tosh to hear everything he said, "I danced with Gwen tonight because I thought that was what you should do at weddings."

He softly tilted Ianto's chin with one hand so that their eyes met.

"I should have listened to what I wanted to do, but I was worried about how you would react."

"And that was?" Ianto asked with a quick quirk of his eyebrow.

"I wanted," Jack stressed the word, "to dance with you, all night if I could. But I was worried you would be embarrassed to do that in front of everyone. Then I realised, when you came over to cut in, that I should have just asked you – and let you say no if you wanted. And I was frustrated at myself for being an idiot and I took it out on you. I'm sorry Ianto, I wasn't fair to you today, hell I'm not fair to you a lot of the time."

Jack released his hold on Ianto, and dropped to his knees, hands clapsed in front of him in penitence.

"I'm really sorry Ianto," he begged, resisting the urge to smile at the mortified expression on the Welshman's face, "I never, never wanted to hurt you, definitely not tonight, and certainly not any of the other times I've said or done something stupid."

Ianto, his face flushed a similar colour to a beetroot, reached out and pulled Jack to his feet, wrapping his arms around him, trying hard to ignore the grins plastered across his teammates' faces.

"There's nothing to forgive," he whispered softly into Jack's ear.

"You're a good man Jones Ianto Jones, and I don't deserve you" Jack told him seriously, "But I want you to know that I do care about you. I do... love... you Yan. And I don't want you to ever forget that."

Ianto's breath caught in his throat as he stared in wonder at Jack. Leaning forward he leant in to capture Jack's lips in a soft kiss.

"I love you too." He whispered, silencing any reply from Jack by deepening their kiss.


Tosh smiled softly at her two teammates, tears glistening in her eyes. She was glad that the two men had found happiness together, she could think of no two people who deserved it more.

Owen watched Toshiko as her eyes filled with tears. He was pleased that Jack had taken his advice, and that finally he and Ianto looked relaxed and comfortable with each other.

Slowly he got to his feet, holding out his hand to Tosh as he did so.

"Fancy another go at seeing that dead man dance, Tosh?" he asked with a grin.

With a soft laugh she stood up and stepped into his cool embrace, giggling as he spun her across the floor, their faces alight with happiness.

And just for once, for a few moments, as the music continued, everything was perfect.

You do something to me

Somewhere deep inside

Hoping to get close to

A peace I cannot find.