Bonus Chapter!

I kind of liked where I had left this fic off, but I felt a little bad that I never got around to writing in one of the songs that inspired it in the first place. And I was so very, very flattered by the fact that so many readers favorited and followed the story, so here is the kind-of-unrelated-but-was-begging-to-be-added-epilogue! Hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for reading! This is my first time writing primarily from Jack's POV.

The song is Michael Buble's "Feeling Good"

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In the weeks following Jack's return and that note-worthy night spent reconnecting with Ianto at (and after) Gwen's engagement party, Ianto displayed greater confidence and ease at the Hub. Jack knew that it was greatly related to the expanded responsibilities he had taken on during Jack's absence. Even though Owen still used the "Tea-Boy" monicker frequently, it didn't have the same bite. Ianto was a full-fledged and capable field agent of Torchwood 3 in addition to being overseer of the archives, Myfawny whisperer, tourist-office front-man, and coffee god. And those were only the things that the rest of the team knew about. He was also Jack's second in command as far as the staff at Flat Holm were aware, and he fielded so many official calls from UNIT and the M. of D. that some of the callers just asked for Ianto anymore and Jack didn't have to be bothered with the red-tape headaches as much. Jack's heart swelled with pride to see Ianto stepping out of the background and more fully becoming the remarkable man that Jack knew him to be.

Jack liked to think that, just a little bit at least, the changes in Ianto's demeanor also had something to do with their growing relationship. Neither knew how exactly to label what they were to each other, but both seemed to be happy. They were together more nights than not these days but the frequency of their encounters did not, by any means, make it less exciting. The team generally all understood that it was not something casual anymore.

Jack was planning on telling Ianto about this observations this very evening. He wanted to compliment him on how far he has come and maybe find a way to check in with the younger man about how he felt about "us". For as many lovers Jack had had during his long and well-traveled lifespan, this blue-eyed Welshman could still leave him blissfully clueless at times. Or maybe it was just his own insecurities. Captain Jack Harkness insecure? "It must be the power of those lovely Welsh vowels" Jack thought to himself with a chuckle.

It had been a quiet and relatively stress-free day at the Hub. Gwen, Owen, and Tosh were all able to leave at a reasonable hour for a change. Ianto had ordered Chinese take-away for he and Jack for dinner. Jack kindly volunteered to run out to pick it up as Ianto grumbled somewhat over discovering the mess Owen made of the hot house. The doctor had been repotting some of the specimens and didn't bother to sweep up the dirt and cracked pots. Ianto expressed with annoyance "I don't care if one of the flowers tried to eat his finger, if you make a mess you should bloody-well clean it up!"

"Make sure they don't nip anything of importance!" Jack teased, stealing a quick kiss as the still-suited Ianto passed him on the catwalk armed with a broom and dustpan. Jack headed out the rolling door to pick up dinner.

Ianto sighed heavily upon entering the windowed hot house and loosened his tie in response to the humidity. Making the conscious decision to try to unwind before Jack's return, he pulled out his ear buds from his pocket, clicked through his iPod selections and pressed play. He started sweeping and allowed himself to get swept up into the song as well.

Meanwhile, Jack doubled-back into the Hub. He had been so preoccupied with his thoughts of a lovely evening spent with Ianto that he had forgotten to grab his wallet. He was halfway between the door and the steps to his office when he heard a familiar and intoxicating sound coming from the hot house.

Birds flying high

You know how I feel

Sun in the sky

You know how I feel

Breeze driftin' on by

You know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good

Jack stopped in his tracks, transfixed with a wide smile spreading across his face. He couldn't resist getting a better view of this private concert. He crept along the catwalk to the hothouse like a burglar. On the way, he tapped at his wrist-strap. It synced with Ianto's iPod and soon Jack had the full accompaniment playing softly from his device.

Fish in the sea

You know how I feel

River running free

You know how I feel

Blossom on the tree

You know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

Ianto, of course, finished his cleaning job within a few quick moments with great efficiency and flare. The broom doubled as sweeping tool and dance partner as he let himself go with the music, belting out the smooth song as he went. With the dirt and shards deposited deftly into the bin, Ianto caught sight of himself reflected in the glass windows. With most of the Hub in darkness it was like standing in a room of mirrors now. The song wasn't over yet, the broom made a damn good microphone, and no one was there to see him anyway. He suddenly became a bit more animated.

Now peering in from the other side of the glass but well-hidden in the shadows, this shift in the performance was not lost on Jack. The Captain in the long coat cocked a bemused eyebrow and thanked his lucky stars for having forgotten his wallet.

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know

Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean

Sleep in peace when the day is done, thats what I mean

And this old world is a new world

And a bold world

For me, for me

The tie got loosened some more, the top button then the second were parted, and his hips started to swing in time. By the time the horn section took up the tune at the bridge, Ianto dropped the jacket from his shoulders and the waistcoat was not far behind. He sauntered through the center of the hothouse with long, languid, confident steps and those hips were hypnotizing Jack into sweet oblivion. The buttons of Ianto fitted shirt tensed against his trim muscular chest as he threw his shoulders back to croon with all his might into the next lyrics.

Stars when you shine

You know how I feel

Scent of the pine

You know how I feel

Oh freedom is mine

And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

Jack was suddenly aware that he was literally salivating and shallowly panting at the sights and sounds he was secretly privy too.

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

Jack had to adjust his position in his hiding spot for things were getting, umm, uncomfortably tight. It was taking all the self control he could muster to not charge in there and dispatch with the rest of his young lover's clothes...except for that red silk tie...

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

As that last deep, cool note dropped Ianto locked eyes with Jack through the glass. A shock wave ran down Jack's spine sending all his nerves on tantalizing alert. "Fuck! He saw me!" rang through Jack's mind, more fearful of breaking the spell than garnering even the dreaded "decaf for a month" punishment. But Ianto's cool was not broken even in the slightest degree, and a smooth, wicked grin crept in as he slowly crossed the space between he and Jack.

I'm feeling good

Jack rose to his feet with a little less grace than usual, aware than his hand was shaking a bit as he opened the door for the approaching Ianto.

I feel so good

Ianto never broke his slow, seductive stride, nor the intense eye contact with the taller man.

I feel so good

The last line, perfectly on velvet key, hung in the air as a whisper dancing across Jack's lips. Ianto stood directly before him, hands in pockets, eyes flickering between Jack's eyes and parted mouth. "Did you enjoy the show, sir?"

Finding his words after a long few moments, Jack smiled and slid his hands down Ianto's sides, gently pulling him forward those last few inches between them. Jack nuzzled his tight groin to Ianto's lower abs and asked coyly "What do you think?"

Ianto smiled in return and went to kiss Jack but just before their lips met Jack pulled away just enough to meet Ianto's eyes and say with genuine admiration "You are amazing, do you know that?"

Immediately Ianto's usual modesty and self-doubt washed over his face at the unexpected compliment. He was prepared to be told something about how sexy he looked or other trade-mark Harkness line, but he was disarmed completely by this display. "Jack... I'm hardly..."

Jack continued "No I mean it Ianto, you are amazing. You do so much around here and don't seek anything extra in return. You are superbly talented and ridiculously sexy yet you don't even notice all the looks you get as you walk down the street. Being with you is..." Jack closed his eyes and sighed. "I feel so honored to get to see this side of you. After all that you have been through I am so glad that you 'feel good'. It's selfish I know but I just hope that it has a little something to do with..." Jack gestured by placing his hand on his own heart then resting it over Ianto's.

Ianto placed his own hand over Jack's, threading their fingers together. "Oh Jack, it has everything to do with this, with us."

The two men leaned in. Their lips met in a crushingly perfect kiss.

The windows steamed up.

More pots were broken.

The take-away was forgotten.

Neither minded.

It was a good night.

The End

Thanks everyone for reading! Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sorry the ending was a little lame.