Title: Sometimes He Comes Back (4/4)

Author: iantojjackh

Summary: Ianto looked over at the man with a pinstripe suit and trainers, noting it was an odd fashion choice

Characters: Ianto, Jack, Martha and the Doctor (Ten)

Warnings: None

Spoilers: CoE. This takes place right after Day 5

Word Count: 1491

Beta: badly_knitted. You were a life saver with this one. Thank you. I added a bit to the ending so it's a little surprise even to her.

Notes: Written for longliveianto 3rd non-anniversary challenge, prompt #1 also fills bingo squares for longliveianto and hc_bingo.


Sometimes He Comes Back (4/4)

"Of course he is. I'm not surprised. Good morning, Captain."

Jack's expression soured when he heard the last voice he wanted to hear at this moment. "Doctor," he said with an angry expression. Jack sat up, keeping a hand on Ianto's knee.

Ianto looked over at the man with a pinstripe suit and trainers, noting it was an odd fashion choice.

Martha took the kissing as a good sign. "Did you remember, Ianto?"

"No. It's like my body remembers certain things," Ianto looked shyly over at Jack, "But not in my head."

The Doctor stared at the younger man in the bed. "What did you do to him, Captain? Not staying dead is your area of expertise. You found a way to pass along your immortality?" There was an undertone of disappointment in his voice.

"Immortality?" Ianto asked with confusion. He wondered how something like that was possible. "You're immortal?" He pointed at Jack, slightly backing away.

"I am. You know all about it." Jack sensed the agitation in Ianto and tried to calm him.

Ianto's eyelids twitched and he looked at everyone in the room to see if they were surprised by this, but their expressions said no.

"Are you saying Ianto is immortal now?" Jack questioned, his heart thumping wildly as he waited for a response.

"Dead people just don't wake up suddenly for no reason," the Doctor explained simply. If having one person as a fixed point in space and time was wrong, two was unconscionable.

"Wait! I was really dead? I thought someone screwed up." The pounding and dizziness returned and Ianto could only close his eyes and wish the insanity away.

"I was there. You died in my arms." Jack put his hand over Ianto's, wanting desperately to make this easier for him. It was still agonizing to remember the moment Ianto took his final breath. "But if Ianto is immortal, wouldn't he have revived at the same time I did and not much later?"

The Time Lord did not reply as he was trying to figure out the mystery of the resurrection of Ianto Jones. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and began to examine him. After several minutes of hemming and hawing, the Doctor looked at Ianto with a sad expression, "Were you present at the Battle of Canary Wharf?" The readings fascinated the Time Lord and he wanted to study them more, but he had a good feeling that Jack would put up a fight.

"Yes, sir. Trying to escape was the last thing I remember before waking up in the morgue here," Ianto answered, his hand tightly gripping Jack's.

"Do you remember what floor you were on?"

"Twenty something...I think. There was so much destruction I can't be sure." Ianto wondered what that fact had to do with anything.

"And you." The Doctor turned to Jack. "When you sent the construct wave back to the 456, what happened to their ship?"

"It was pulled into the Void," Jack replied, squeezing Ianto's hand back.

"And how long has there been this thing between the two of you?"

"Two and half years."

The Doctor was impressed that Jack had maintained a relationship that long with his constant flirting. "And how many times would you say that you two had any form of sexual relations?"

Martha looked at the Doctor and blushed, not thinking that was an appropriate question. Not to mention highly personal.

Ianto did not fare much better as he blushed too, but it was more noticeable on his pale skin. He was ready to pull the covers over his head and hide.

"I don't think that is any of your business." Jack thought the man had crossed the line with the question.

"Mr. Jones, here, is in a unique position to have been in close proximity to the Void being opened twice and had repeated exposure to the body fluids of an immortal in between Void exposures. So, to answer your earlier question, yes, Ianto has become a fixed point in space and time like you, Captain." The Doctor gave an answer without really giving one.

Somehow multiple exposures to the Void with exposure to Jack had somehow melded together and another immortal was created. The Doctor worried what kind of problems having two fixed points in time and space emotionally bonded to each other would cause.

Jack had mixed feelings about the news. It was great that Ianto would be alive for a very long time, but the downside was that if Ianto did not get his memories of the last three years back, would he want to stay with Jack?

"What about Ianto's memories? Is there anything we can do for that?" Martha asked. She thought Ianto looked like he was about to be sick as he tried to comprehend the fate that he had been handed.

"Only opening the void can return those memories and the memories of one man are not worth the risk. Besides, what is three years when you have an eternity? And he even said himself his body remembers certain things," the Doctor said in his matter of fact tone.

"Like knowing I'm in love with someone, but not remembering falling in love with them or any part of your life with them?" Ianto said numbly. The idea that he would not remember the last three years was hard, but something inside of Ianto told him that as long as he and Jack faced this together it would be more than okay.

"Exactly. My work is done here." The eccentric Time Lord turned and left the room, leaving Jack and Ianto stunned. He should have been upset with Jack for causing another immortal to be made, but in a way the Doctor knew he was to blame; it was because of him that Ianto had his first exposure to the Void. Without it the young Welshman would still be laying on a morgue slab.

Martha ran after the Doctor, upset that he was so flippant with Jack and Ianto.

Jack should have expected this from the man who had single handedly flipped his life around several times and he always came running back for more. After the last few days the unwarranted devotion was coming to an end. The final nail in that coffin was the refusal to help Ianto. Three years might not be much time in the grand scheme of things, but they were an important three years. It was every memory that he and Ianto had ever shared together. The good and the bad. The silly and the serious. Memories of Tosh and Owen gone to never know what they meant to Ianto.

"I'm sorry, Ianto." A few tears escaped Jack's eyes. He felt like he had failed Ianto again.

"There is nothing to be sorry for." Ianto pulled Jack back to the bed. "It's not your fault. I don't like that man."

"That's just who he is," Jack said with a sad sigh.

"Would you still love me if I don't get my memories back?" Ianto asked, leaning his head against Jack's shoulder. A content smile crossed his lips at how perfectly his head fit against it. 'Like it was made for me!'

"Always and forever, Ianto." Jack kissed the top of the young man's head. New memories would just have to be made and Jack was going to make sure he did not take Ianto for granted this time.

The unknown was not a scary place as long as you faced it with the one you love by your side. New memories were created and after a hundred years together, perhaps the Doctor was right and those three years did not seem so significant anymore.

After a thousand years, Jack and Ianto chased each other along the shores of one of Earth's new colonies, acting as if they were still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship when a couple that was about ninety years old stopped them.

"It's so nice to see such a young couple so happy in love and starting a new life here. I hope you two have as many happy years as we did." The elderly woman patted Jack's arm.

Ianto squeezed Jack's hand and smiled brightly. 'She has no idea,' he thought.

"I have no doubt that we will." Jack leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on Ianto's lips. He watched from the corner of his eye as the other couple walked away, occasionally looking back and smiling.

"Happy Anniversary, lover. To another amazing thousand years with the man who showed me what true love was all about." At one point in his life, Jack never imagined spending a year with the same person. Now that he had a millennium, Jack could not imagine it any other way.

"To another thousand years," Ianto echoed his soulmate's words and sought out another kiss that was hot enough to turn the sand into glass.

The End!


A/N: I hope you enjoyed. The longliveianto prompt filled was reunions and the hc_bingo prompt filled was loss of identity. I will not object to visiting this 'verse again to check in on the boys from time to time. Thank you to all those who have taken the time to read this little story.