Several large, full black rubbish sacks, along with 30 empty pizza boxes were stacked up against the wall ready to be taken out.

Myfanwy was in her nest, making a general grumbling noise as she preened herself.

Owen, without looking away from his screen, stretched. "God I could use a coffee," he stated to no one particular.

Picking up an empty disposable coffee cup next to his keyboard he grimaced. It was clearly empty and he sighed as he threw it towards the bin that was slowly filling with a large collection.

Gwen, who had been in the greenhouse, walked down the stairs from the upper level and across the hub towards Jack's empty office.

"Owen, either make your own or go on a coffee run," she commented as she passed him.

"How much longer is this going to go on?" Owen asked.

"What?" asked Gwen, knowing full well what he was implying.

"You've been in touch with our glorious leader. How much longer is he going to keep this up for?"

"Only Jack can answer that," Gwen replied.

"Owen it's until further notice," Tosh added, not looking up from her screen.

"Bloody fool's errand," Owen stated forcefully.

"Please don't call it that," Tosh commented as she looked up briefly at Owen.

Owen turned his chair towards her and stared at her directly. "That is what it is Tosh, a fool's errand!"

"You never know Owen, it might work," Tosh replied gently.

"In your dreams, Tosh. Ianto took the most concentrated experimental dose of Retcon in the history of Torchwood," Owen added.

"Well maybe Jack can trigger a memory, then just maybe…." she started to say.

"Retcon at that level," Owen interrupted, "He was lucky to have remembered his own name."

"Maybe there is something that Jack can do or say that might make all the difference," she sighed.

Owen took a deep breath. "You don't understand Tosh."

"What don't we understand Owen?" Gwen enquired.

Turning towards her, he stood up. "Retcon rewrites brain chemistry. At the level we normally use, a strong image can overcome the block. This is because the brain has so many redundant connections. If a significant and powerful memory or image triggers a response the brain uses those unused connections to forge new pathways back to the original memory."

Tosh interrupted. "So it is possible that some image, person or event could trigger the return of his memories…" she paused, then added, "Jack was, is, significant to Ianto, him being around may make all the difference."

Owen shook his head. "As I said the type Ianto took was experimental, it was developed to block not just one pathway but all of them."

Tosh looked at him. "You can't know that, none of us can, not for sure."

Owen walked across the floor to the small kitchen and turned on the electric kettle.

He continued as she picked up a clean mug. "However, if he does recall anything it will be most likely be on an emotional level."

"What do you mean?" Gwen asked as she joined him in the kitchen.

"The brain is a very complex organ; it is a feeling as much as a thinking organ. For example, if we have a fear of spiders and, we look at picture of a spider our brains still react as if it is real. We may have no memory of why we are afraid of spiders, but we react just the same. We have the effect but not the cause." Owen continued.

"And so the Retcon Ianto took blocked the memory but not the emotion connected to the memory." Gwen clarified.

"It's possible," Owen replied as he added instant coffee to his mug and poured in hot water.

"So," Tosh added, "it may be still possible for Ianto to access his memories via a feeling rather than a specific image."

"We are in new territory," Owen replied, taking a sip of coffee while grimacing at the taste.

"There is no way of knowing what the long-term effects or consequences are or will be," he said as he moved back to his work station.

"God he must have really wanted to forget," he said out loud.

Owen turned to both Gwen and Tosh, "Look, no one else is going to say this. Maybe, just maybe, we should respect Ianto's wishes, and let him get on with his life."

Tosh took a deep breath. "If only we knew why he had done this it would be easier on all of us. Maybe we could have helped…if only he had shared with us what was going on for him, but I have the feeling that the one person who could've helped Ianto was not here," she added sadly.

Owen kept working. "He bloody well wasn't here was he, he was off with that Doctor of his and now he's swanning about that bloody university hoping for some kind of miracle."

Tosh looked up. "What you're saying is we need a miracle?"

"So if it's a miracle, Owen, how are you doing with that reversal formula?" Gwen said, turning to face Owen.

"Look, I may be capable of the impossible," Owen stated, "but what is needed here is divine intervention and Jack may be many things but I don't think even he falls into that category."

Several moments passed then an idea came to him. "Tell you what I'll Just dial up God right now; let's hope I don't get the answer phone."

***

Ianto watched as Captain Harkness moved towards the front desk.

As he approached, he pulled out the enveloped article from under the counter.

"Your article came Captain."

"Thank you, Ianto, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ianto Jones," he replied.

Ianto handed over the article. "Hope you don't mind, I had a quick read through. Fascinating article, I have some interest in this area and found some other articles you might find useful."

Ianto pulled out several journals and a book. "I took the liberty of marking the most relevant passages."

The Captain looked at the articles. "Well, thank you very much Ianto Jones."

Jack took the large envelope from Ianto. He scanned Ianto's face for any spark of recognition. There was none. He was so certain that once Ianto had seen him there would have been something, anything.

He was jolted; he had thought he had meant more to Ianto. Ianto had certainly meant more to him. He had been so convinced.

He could not fathom why Ianto had done this. He had left no clues that would have given Jack any insight. He had arrived back from his trip with the Doctor to find Ianto gone.

He had left a simple message.

'I have not made it impossible to find me just difficult; but I ask you not to, out of the recognition of our friendship and all we have shared. I have no family, no one to miss me, please let me get on with my life.'

The others had been as shocked at Ianto's disappearance, and they had left no stone unturned in their collective attempt to find him. Months of searching had yielded no results. It had been Jack's distress that had led Tosh to confess she knew where he was.

When confronted she had argued that Ianto must have had his reasons. However, she was his friend and wanted to know he was ok. He had covered his tracks exceedingly well, but she knew how proud Ianto was of his car; it was his pride and joy. He had not sold it or given it away, she had set up a search based on his Audi. Nothing as simple as searching for the number plate on his car via CCTV . It had taken months but eventually this had led her to him.

Ianto watched as the Captain moved away from the counter, sitting down at the nearest study desk taking the journals, books and envelope.

Mary joined Ianto to use the computer station next to him and pulled the keyboard towards herself.

"What was that man's name?" she asked, nodding towards the Captain.

"Jack Harkness," he replied. "Captain Jack Harkness."

"That name sounds familiar, where have I heard it before?" she said, as much to herself as to Ianto as she set about her task on the computer.

She paused after several moments and said, "I know I have heard it before… I remember! Fred, my husband, used to be in the Police force in Wales. There was a Jack Harkness… that's right, he was an American in…" she paused for several seconds, "some sort of special-ops group, Touch something."

Ianto glanced across at the Captain, who was absorbed in the contents of the envelope.

"Nope that's not it…if it was, he would be a long way from home," she commented as she now moved away from the computer. "A very long way from home, because Northenton is as far away, as you can get from anywhere and still be in the United Kingdom."

"Maybe that's why he's here and needs all your help," Sarah said to Ianto as she passed, joining in the conversation. "Heard about our lovely Ianto," she patted his arm, "and wants him to return to the valley," she tried to imitate a Welsh accent.

Ianto rolled his eyes as his endured their good natured ribbing.

"Well he can't have him he's ours. He needs to go and find his own lovely Welshman," Mary stated.

"He's gorgeous though, wouldn't mind helping him with his journals, if you know what I mean," Sarah said, sighing, looking out at the Captain.

Rosemary joined them at the desk to look at the Captain. "And what is that aftershave he wears?"

"You know how it is Mary, any man that good looking is gonna be gay." Mary added with a sigh, "Maybe that's why he keeps looking at you Ianto," she said as she nudged Ianto.

Ianto felt himself go red and took a deep breath. As much as his work colleagues thought the Captain was looking at him, what he couldn't understand was why he couldn't keep his eyes off the Captain.

-@-

Walking across the campus, Gwen looked out for Jack. He said he would be in the main café across from the lake that was a feature of the university grounds. The grounds were laid out like a park, small winding pathways with established trees that created areas of shade and light. It was autumn and the trees were in various stages of turning, with vivid reds to deep browns leaves now beginning to fall.

It had been a long trip and she was tired, but calling him had not gained a reply to her questions. He was silent on any discussion to why he was still here. Weeks had passed and he had haunted the university with no result. If there was to be any progress with Ianto she figured it would have been immediately. Jack could not or would not leave. If nothing else he needed to know that although she and all the Torchwood team cared, this had to end.

She saw him sitting, leaning slightly forward with his arms crossed, isolated from the surroundings. He saw her and he straightened as she joined him. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

He looked at her briefly before looking towards the lake, leaning forward again, his arms resting on his knees, and then stared at the ground.

Gwen took a breath and asked, "Has it worked Jack, all this time hanging around the university, following his every move?"

Jack remained silent, not acknowledging her question.

"Jack," she repeated, "has it worked?"

"Now is not the time Gwen," Jack replied.

"When will it be the right time Jack, because we need you," she told him firmly.

Jack did not reply, his face becoming more clouded.

Several moments passed and sensing he was not going to reply she spoke quietly.

"You need to face the fact that Ianto does not recall one thing about his life at Torchwood or you," she paused, taking a deep breath knowing how painful it was for him to hear this.

"If you have any respect for Ianto or felt anything for him, you need to honour his request. Ianto has the right to get on with his life."

"That's not it," Jack replied looking at her for the first time.

"Then what is it, Jack, explain it to me," she asked.

Taking a breath, Jack began to slowly speak. "I came back for him, Gwen. I miss him. I wanted to share so much with him…"

Moving closer to him she put her hand on his arm as he struggled to keep his composure.

"I never expected to be gone so long; there was so much I should have said before I left… now it's too late," he paused looking skyward as he composed himself. After several seconds he looked back at Gwen. "And all I can do is sit here and watch him." He paused as a tear fell down his face.

"Do you know how hard it is to be near him and not have him recognise me? It's like I'm being eaten alive from the inside out and there is nothing I can do to change this."

Now overcome, he stopped speaking.

Gwen waited for a while before speaking allowing the silence its own momentum.

"I'm sorry Jack," she said.

"I need more time Gwen," Jack looked at her and he wiped his face clear.

"How much more time, a day, a week, a year, five years," she asked as she took his hand into hers.

"I don't know." Jack replied.

Speaking softly, Gwen took his other hand and looked directly into his eyes.

"If Owen is right, then nothing you can say or do, nothing any of us can do will change the fact that Ianto's memories of us are gone. There is no cure, no going back, no magic formula, no button to press to make it better." She paused for a few moments and added, reiterating each word, "You need to let this go, Jack, for his sake, if not your own."

More time passed before she added, "We will never fully understand why Ianto did this. We are all hurting. He will leave a huge hole in our lives, but we must move on."

"Please Jack," she implored," please stop this torture."

Jack looked towards the lake as silent tears glistened in his eyes. He then looked down at his watch and stood up. Putting on his coat while looking directly at Gwen he then turned toward the wooded area and walked away. Gwen sat at the table and watched as he walked across the grounds and out of sight.

***

No Captain again today,' Ianto thought as he looked out into the main area of the journal section beyond the counter. He had not been in now for some time. He was gone from the campus he was sure.

He was strangely disappointed that the Captain had completed his research. In truth he was lonely and the Captain, or Jack as he had kept asking to be called, was the first real connection he had made here. The moments he had spent helping Jack had the hallmarks of the beginnings of a friendship. And yet, they had not spoken on any subject other than his assistance of the Captain's research.

Why he felt disappointed, he could not explain. The man had some compelling qualities he had found hard to ignore. It was the deep feelings that had surfaced every time he was in the man's presence that confounded him. Why he should have this feeling for someone he had only had the most basic acquaintance, he could not fathom. The fact remained, these feelings were both powerful and confusing.

It was an overwhelming sensation of emptiness he now felt at the realisation that he may never see Jack again. It was like part of him knew something very important, he could not grasp, had been lost. The room swirled and he steadied himself by leaning against the counter.

Rosemary saw him stagger and moved to his side.

"You okay, Ianto?" she asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he replied, looking out across the shelves. Taking a deep breath, he started back with the task at hand.

Part Two -Revelations

Gwen walked through the rolling door of the hub shaking her umbrella free of rain drops.

The Hub lay in deep shadow with the only light coming from Jack's office. With just enough light to make her way to the main light switch, she pulled it down and snapped it into the on position. As she did so, the hub lights flickered on, filling the main arena.

Walking to her desk, she opened her umbrella to dry and placed it beside her work station. Now putting her bag next to the key board she turned slightly as she glanced towards Jack's office. The door was open. She let out a small sigh of relief; it meant Jack was having a better day.

On better days he was conscious of hub activity and was involved on some level. Bad days meant the door remained closed and only opened on the occasion when Jack left the hub for hours and sometimes days at a time.

From her work station she could just make out he was absorbed with a task at his desk.

This she took as another good sign. Jack had shown little inclination to engage in the day to day operation of Torchwood since his return. He was more than willing to join in any activity outside the hub. However, sitting at his desk doing the more mundane tasks was something he had avoided until recently. She took it to mean that Jack was slowly beginning to come back to them.

She walked across to his office to say good morning. Walking up the short flight of steps she entered his office and stood in front of his desk. From the stack of completed paper work she guessed he had been up for some time.

"Still raining?" he asked, looking up briefly at Gwen before returning his attention back to the report he was working on.

"Much more and I will start building that ark," Gwen replied smiling.

"Coffee?," she asked.

Without looking up from the task in front of him, Jack reached out for the mug on his desk and held it out towards Gwen.

Taking the mug, Gwen walked back down the steps crossed the main floor and made her way to the kitchen area. Here she found the filter coffee flask hot and quarter full. She picked it up and sniffed; it smelled rank. Either this was left over from yesterday or Jack had made it. The coffee hadn't eaten through the flask, so she figured it had just been left on over night

With a practiced movement she poured it down the sink and set about making a fresh batch. She filled flask with fresh water and took out the old filter full of dregs and put it in the bin. Opening a drawer she pulled out a new filter and fitted it into the filter compartment. She was emptying the sachet of ground coffee into the filter, when a noise caught her attention.

An old fashioned alarm bell had begun sounding off, it was clearly audible but muffled like it was coming from deep within the complex.

"Jack, can you hear that?" she called out.

Getting up from his desk Jack walked to the door of his office and stood looking around tilting his head as he listened for the source of the alarm.

"Yes I can," he replied walking around the hub trying to get a clearer indication of where the sound might be coming from.

Quickly turning on the coffee pot, Gwen joined him in as they tracked the noise through the corridor down towards the ground floor vaults.

As they went down the stairs, to the second basement level, the sound became increasingly louder.

At the end of the corridor they found the source of the alarm. There were four large bells with one sounding off. It size and design meant once it went off it would be heard all way into the main area of the Hub.

Underneath the alarms was an old fashioned square electrical board. Its age was evident by the large faded and slightly peeling letters which read 'PUMP CONTROL' in black across the top.

Under the letters were five rows of indicators, each with two large indicator bulbs, one red and one green, with four smaller bulbs following on. Each row was labelled Pump Control Sub-Level from A to E.

Pump Control Level A 0 0 o o o o

The large indicator bulb for Sub-Level E had gone from green to red while three of the smaller bulbs were green and the other red. As Gwen watched the remaining bulbs each in turn went from green to red.

While Gwen was studying the board, Jack looked for a way to silence the large red bell. The sound was deafening and it was hurting their ears. It was so loud, Gwen thought she could feel the vibration of the sound in the bones of her face. After a brief struggle and a sharp jerk he pulled out a large black wire and the alarm went silent.

"Thank You!," Gwen stated, taking her fingers out of her ears, shaking her head as the ringing in her ears continued.

"What?" Jack shouted back at her.

"I said, Thank you" she shouted back.

"What?" he repeated.

'I said, THA..." she halted, realising he was teasing her.

"Okay," Jack stated as he examined the board, "If I understand this correctly this board is telling us that."-"

He was interrupted as a second alarm bell now began to ring out. They both immediately looked at the board as the sub-level D indicators now went from green to red. With a swift, forceful move, Jack pulled at the back of the board and jerked a second wire and the second bell was silenced.

"As I was trying to say, I think we had better check the lower vaults," he said, indicating to the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

It became clear as they walked down the steps into the lowest vault that it was flooded. Water was lapping almost to the top of the fourth step. They took a moment to survey the flooded vault.

There were several old fashioned cells with bars, each stacked to capacity with what looked like old broken furniture. Bits of unidentifiable machinery and a large number of large tea chests stacked against the walls in stacks of twos and threes. They had found what looked like the Torchwood equivalent of an attic or shed, where things that had long passed their usefulness had been stored. Added to this was two feet of water which as they watched crept a little further up the fourth step.

"Anything important kept down here we need to be aware of?" Gwen asked Jack.

Jack looked around and replied, "Possibly; old equipment maybe...we haven't used this level for decades." He paused then added, "as far as I am aware."

"So the answer to my question is no, you have no idea what's kept down here," Gwen stated.

Jack looked sheepish. "No," he replied.

***

Owen watched with satisfaction as the grey, filthy water from the flooded level began to pump into the catchment area around the water feature. As the moat began to fill, he noted the upper level pumps were now beginning to divert the water via the upper drainage system into the storm water sewers.

It had taken two days, multiple lengths of industrial sized firemen's type hoses, several portable pumps,one for each level the water had to rise-swearing, kicking equipment, bruised knuckles, shouting at one another and plain hard work to get to this point.

It would most likely take several hours and once the lowest vault was pumped out they would be able to find out where the water was coming from. Owen stopped himself. They knew where the water was coming from; they were underground next to Cardiff Bay, the sea. How was another matter altogether. He had his own theory, that when the rift was opened some damage had been done to the older foundational walls.

However, before they could inspect the area for any cause they would need to shift all the tat and junk out of the flooded level. He groaned as he knew what was coming – more bruised knuckles, shouting and by the look of some of the stuff down there, heavy lifting. Bugger this he thought, I need coffee.

Touching his ear piece he made an announcement to the others working below.

"Right you lot, Owen Harper, for only the second time ever, is going on a coffee run. Orders please."

Everyone started giving their orders at once. "One at a time," Owen interrupted.

"Double espresso for me, no sugar," Jack said.

"Chai latte for me," Tosh replied.

"Medium latte with one sweeter," Gwen added her order.

"Right, double espresso no sugar for Sir, medium latte one sweetener for Madam, and a Chai latte for Tosh," Owen repeated as he heard muttered agreement from the others.

"Any chance of a blueberry muffin to go with that?" Tosh asked hopefully.

"Make mine a banana chip," Gwen added.

"And I'll have a cheese and spinach with bacon," Jack said adding his choice.

"Oi you lot, I said coffee," Owen replied indignantly as he headed to the entrance muttering to himself.

"And don't forget the butter," he heard Jack say in his ear as he left the Hub.

-@-

"What is that smell?" Owen asked with a distasteful look on his face. A putrid smell rose from the floor as he struggled to move another large tea chest away from the wall of the vault.

"I don't know what's worse, Owen, trying to move this or listening to you moan," Tosh said through gritted teeth as she pulled at the chest.

"That does not answer my question Tosh," Owen repeated. "What is that horrible smell?"

"It's 120 years of rubbish mixed with raw sewage with a hint of dead rat thrown in," Gwen replied as she passed them, her arms filled with the contents of the previous chest they had been unable to shift.

Tosh shuddered. "Please, please don't mention rats," she added, a slight hint of panic in her voice.

"Oh they are long gone," Gwen said as she dumped what she was carrying into a large plastic container next to the stairs. "Even rats have some standards."

Owen put up his hand. "This is never going to shift, whatever is in here is too heavy," he said, defeated.

He kicked the box in frustration and cursed as the force of his kick caved in the side. As he pulled his foot out it came with a heavy helping of the substance filling the chest. From the look of it was a mixture of sawdust of some kind. Now wet, it poured out adding to the layer of muddy silt coating the floor.

"Clever," Jack said as he entered the vault carrying a tray full of mugs.

"I figured we could all use a break about now," he said as he offered each a mug of coffee from the tray.

Jack took his own blue and white striped mug from the tray and took a long sip.

"This is not half bad Jack," Gwen commented, trying to keep the surprise out of her voice. Normally Jack's coffee was something to be avoided at all costs; the first question asked when coffee was ever on offer was had Jack made it? Strong and bitter could not begin to describe the astringent after taste. But today and she realised it may be the fatigue speaking, this tasted damn good.

"Thank you," Jack replied.

Owen took a careful sniff at the coffee in his mug. "I can hardly smell the potting mix, are you trying a new brand of compost?" he asked taking a cautious sip.

"You know if your not careful I might never make you coffee again," Jack said, mock hurt creeping into his voice.

"Is that an actual promise?" Tosh asked in all seriousness as she took a taste.

"If you keep this up," Jack said looking at them, "I might start making coffee every day."

"Oh god, please, no," Owen said, trying to keep a serious face as he struggled to stop grinning.

Jack smiled, taking sip from his mug, it had been a while since they had shared a moment like this and he paused to enjoy it. If nothing else the drama of the past three days had allowed the team to relax around him and was a partial return to the Hub atmosphere before he had left.

Draining his mug, Jack walked the length of the vault trying to determine, if now that some of the contents had been removed, he could see where the water was coming in.

From the minor survey they had first attempted when the water had been pumped out, there appeared to be no major structural damage. In other words, there were no visible cracks with water gushing in.

If there was no structural damage it meant the flooding had been caused by a failure in the drainage system; a blocked pump, for example. If that was the case it meant they would still have to clear this vault entirely down to the stone floor. Looking at the thick layer of silt coating the floor – it was going to a long and dirty job.

Several hours later, the majority of contents had been removed. All that was left to be checked was two grey painted cupboards which were against the back wall. Gwen looked at the larger of the two cupboards; it looked solid. She took the handle on the right door and gave it a tug, but the door did not move. Tired and wanting to get finished she gave the handle a good hard tug. It was stuck so she cursed and tried again.

She was tired, covered in muck and stank. She pulled again this time, using all her strength, and she felt something give way. She cried out in surprise as the brackets holding the cupboard to the wall gave way and the cupboard began to fall forward. As she scrambled to get out from under it she fell to her knees. Jack, who had been watching, ran forward and caught the top temporarily preventing it falling any further.

Owen seeing the drama, also ran forward and took position next to Jack taking some of the weight. Gwen then stood up and joined them, finding a position to help as best she could.

Heaving with all their might they attempted to put the cupboard back upright. But the effort of the past few days meant their aching muscles protested in a way that told them this was one effort too far.

"On three, move back and let it drop," Jack grunted as he struggled to hold the heavy cupboard up.

He saw Gwen and Owen nodding in agreement, "Three," Jack yelled.

Stepping back as they let go the cupboard it crashed forwards narrowly missing them.

Out of breath, Gwen and Owen bent over, their hands on their knees. Jack took hold of a cell bar to recover.

Tosh came running down the stairs, checking to see if everyone was alright.

"What happened?" she asked, concern filling her voice as she joined them.

"That," Owen grunted pointing at the cupboard.

"I think we have had enough for one day," Jack said after a few moments.

No one needed to say a word as they all made their way exhausted out of the vault.

***

With sore muscles Owen swung the axe into the back of the cupboard as Gwen and Tosh watched from the stairs well out of the way. They were all beyond any point where they were going to attempt to lift the cupboard back into is original place – it was too heavy.

The only solution was to smash open the back, empty the contents and then demolish it.

Taking another swing the axe bit into the wood and splinters flew. After several more swings the back broke up and Gwen and Tosh began to pull away the pieces. Looking in they could see a jumble of objects against what was the back of the doors now at the bottom.

Sitting on the edge Tosh leaned in and after several moments pulled out what looked like a piece of scrap metal. On closer examination it appeared to have a black sheen about it that caught in the light. Attached to it was a large label tied on with heavy brown string.

She examined the beautiful cursive script on the label. "Unidentified artefact of possible alien origin," she read out, "found in Fish Lane January 3rd 1884." She handed the object to Gwen, who after examining, passed it to Owen.

Gwen now took her turn, she reached in and pulled out what looked like metal donut. She read the label out, "Unidentified artefact of possible alien origin found by Kings Head Tavern 16th May 1884."

Owen took his turn, reaching in deep he pulled out another object. He read the label, "Unidentified artefact of possible alien origin found Pakers Lane 26th November 1884."

"My turn again," Tosh said, excited at what she might find, reaching right down to the bottom. Feeling around she pulled out the first thing she touched. "This one's heavy," she said as she lifted it out.

As it came into view she knew immediately it did not belong with the other objects. It was a large clear plastic zip bag with a Torchwood symbol on the front. She took a sharp breath inwards as she saw the name and the description written on the white label across the front.

Looking at each other in complete silence they stood examining the bag. Through the plastic it was clear this was a collection of personal items.

Owen was the first to recover his voice. "Well he always did have a dry sense of humour," he said, "he must have known no one would check down here for decades."

"I don't think he was laughing when he put this here," Gwen added very quietly.

"No, you're right," Owen corrected himself, "but why hide them down here, why not just throw them away?" he added after a few moments.

"Perhaps these were so important he couldn't," Tosh replied visibly upset, "Couldn't just throw them away."

"But he must have known someone in the future would come across them," Owen said.

"Maybe these are too important, I mean his stop watch and the wrist watch Jack gave him for his birthday...," Tosh said taking a deep breath, not able to finish.

Gwen took a few moments before she replied. "You know, maybe some part of him wanted there to be a record that he was here, someone in the future would know there was an operative who put in the hard yards at Torchwood named Ianto Jones."

"Is there someone we could give this to, like family?" Tosh asked her voice shaking.

Gwen shook her head. "Remember he had no family, he never spoke of his mother and I know his dad died some time ago."

"This is so sad," Tosh said now beginning to cry.

"The only person Ianto had was Jack," Owen commented as he watched Gwen move alongside Tosh and put her arm around her shoulders.

"We should put this back," Owen stated, "It's clear that Ianto never intended any of us to find this."

"No we should hand this to Jack," Tosh replied adamantly looking at them both.

They heard a noise behind them. Turning as one they saw Jack was standing on the bottom step.

"Hand what to Jack?" Jack asked as he joined them.

Handing the bag to Jack, he examined it. Gwen saw his eyes widen as the blood drained from his face as he realised the significance of what he held in his hands. Without a word he turned on his heel leaving the vault.

-@-

Closing the door to his office, Jack took a deep breath before he opened the bag and tipped the contents onto his desktop. He recognised the stop watch immediately; it was heavy and the action of empting the contents onto the desk top caused it to almost fall onto the floor. He caught it just before it dropped off the edge of the table.

He turned the stop watch over in his hand. Its old fashioned style fitted snugly into his palm. His thumb instinctively went to the big knob on the top and he began to click it on and off.

Although he had seen it many times he had never taken note of its design features. Now he looked more carefully he could see something inscribed around the casing that circled the face.

Curious, he squinted to read the fine script; it was a date. The style of the font suggested it was added when the watch was first purchased sometime in the past, but a closer look determined it was within the last year.

He took a moment to think, then consulting his desk calendar it came to him. It was the date of their first time together. A memorable night for both them he smiled. It had been the start of many firsts for Ianto. A night Jack had begun to appreciate Ianto's knowledge of things one could do with a stop watch. He placed the stop watch on the desk and picked up the wrist watch.

It was the one he had given to Ianto on his birthday. He had spent a lot to time searching for a gift for him. He had wanted something special to let the man know of his growing importance to him. He turned it over and looked at the inscription, then placed the wrist watch next to the stop watch.

Sitting down he now picked up the small restaurant card, that fallen from the bag, it was similar to any you might find at the register at any eatery and he tapped it against his lips.

He and Ianto had been out weevil hunting around two AM one Saturday morning; they had chased that weevil for hours, before eventually losing it. They had ended up emerging across the other side of Cardiff. It was early morning and they had shared a breakfast together at a brunch style café. It had served a full sized American style breakfast along with an unlimited supply of excellent coffee. They had talked for hours and if he recalled correctly they had been reluctant to leave each other's company and he had stayed with Ianto over that weekend.

The sense of unease that had been growing now intensified as he turned his attention to the two books. The first he recognised because he knew it well. It was the diary Ianto used to make lists of the tasks to be actioned around the Hub; he smiled in amusement at some of the entries as he flicked through. It was a mix of the trivial, mundane day to day details of working at Torchwood, mixed in with important events, interspersed with Ianto's very dry comments.

Putting it aside he now picked up the second. Immediately he realised this was a far more a substantial journal and one he had never seen before.

Turning to the first page, a photograph fell out and he picked it up. It was one Tosh had taken with the camera on her mobile phone after a particularly gruelling mission. They had needed two vehicles so Jack had taken his own and Owen had the SUV.

They had all headed back for debriefing. He and Ianto had arrived back first, exhausted they had both fallen asleep on the sofa. The photo showed what the other team members had come across when they returned.

Jack and Ianto were leaning into each other, Jack's hand resting on Ianto's leg, Ianto's head resting in the curve of Jack's shoulder with Jack's head against Ianto. He recalled Owen had made some comment at how they looked like a couple. He turned the photo over and saw the date written along the top

Putting the photo aside, he now returned his attention to the larger journal and turned to the first page. From the first words it became clear this was very personal; he stopped to consider if he should continue. After a moment's hesitation he decided he had to continue; if reading this could give him any insight into why Ianto had wiped his memory, maybe he could find some modicum of peace. Leaning back he began to read.

Several hours later he turned the last page and closed the diary; crossing his arms he held it close to his chest.

He closed his eyes as he took in the magnitude of what the diary had revealed.

Within it was the motivation for everything Ianto had said, and behaved towards him from the moment they had met.

It documented every stage of their relationship by someone who had given Jack everything he had to give, because he loved him.

Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

If he had understood correctly and he was sure he did, Ianto believed he had meant nothing more to Jack than a passing sexual diversion. Any dreams he might have of a future with Jack would end as soon as someone more worthy of Jack's affections turned up. Jack's liaison with the real Captain Jack Harkness had manifested Ianto's worst fears.

Then Jack had disappeared. He had shared enough with Ianto over the preceding months for him to realise this was not a random act. Jack had run away to be with his Doctor. That act had shattered Ianto's world.

"Not like this," he said to himself, "not like this."

For several long moments he struggled to compose himself, he leaned forward placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Seconds turned into minutes before he was able to move again.

Straightening up, he wiped away the tears from his face and took a deep breath before he picked up each item and laid them out next to each other.

Taking off his own wrist watch, he now picked up the one he had given Ianto, turning it over in his hand, he rubbed his thumb over the inscription on the back. Then pressing the inscription to his lips he placed the watch on his wrist.

Pushing the chair backwards he now stepped across the floor and climbed down into his living quarters.

-@-

Sometime later, Jack emerged from his quarters carrying with him a deep wooden box with a simple understated eloquent design of alien origin. It had no obvious up or down except for a simple shape carved into the top. Taking one of the diaries he measured it against the top of the box, satisfied it would fit, Jack ran his finger around the edge close to the top and it opened.

With great care, Jack took each personal effect and began to put them into the box. He picked up the stop watch and with his other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out small red velvet bag with a cord pull top, opening it he slipped the stop watch into it and pulled the cord closing the bag.

Sitting down he picked up the second personal journal and opened it at the last page.

Ianto's final act had been to tear out the remaining blank pages. However, the last page was only half filled out. Taking his pen, Jack sat and added a notation, signed his name and added the days date.

Closing the diary he placed it in the box on top of the other one.

Taking the red velvet bag containing the stop watch he slid it down the side of the diaries so it was wedged in such a way it would remain in place. Checking all the items form the bag were now transferred, he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out what looked like as small jewellery shop box, except this one showed no resemblance of any you might find on Earth.

He opened it and examined its contents then placed it along with all the other items. With a deep sigh he brought the lid into contact with the bottom half and the box sealed itself once again, seamless in its perfection.

***

From her observation post Gwen looked towards Jack's office; there was still no sign of any activity. Each one of them, at one time or another during the day had taken turns to keep an eye on Jack. Right now it was her turn.

She glanced around the Hub. Tosh was asleep on the sofa; she had not been able to stay awake any longer. Owen was keeping himself busy sorting through the artefacts they had removed from the first and second cupboards. He had set up a long collapsible table and was in the process of laying the artefacts out and examining each one in turn.

It was now so late that she ,along with Owen, were almost asleep on their feet, but none of them could leave until they knew Jack was ok. When he had taken the bag she had seen something on Jack's face she never hoped to see again and it had frightened her. All they could do now was to help Jack through this.

She glanced towards the office again. Some time ago she thought she had heard him cry out as if in terrible pain, but the others had not heard it so she put it down to being over tired. Tosh shifted making herself more comfortable on the sofa. Owen stretched and yawned then looked at his watch and picked up the next item and began to examine it.

Gwen jolted awake as the door of Jack's office crashed open. In one movement, Gwen was on her feet, her fatigue gone in that instant. She raced down the steps to the first level and woke up Tosh on the way. Tosh woke with a start and after a few moments followed behind Gwen.

Owen also hearing Jack's door open moved to join them.

Jack was standing behind his desk; in the middle of his desk was a large luggage bag with a centre zip and two leather handles. The bag was fully packed with clothes.

They watched as Jack opened the top drawer of his desk took out his wallet opened it looked inside then placed in his back pocket

Jack looked at Owen, who had now entered the room fully and was standing closest to him.

"Owen," Jack stated, "I know you have already spent a lot of time on this, I need you to keep working to find a way to reverse the effects of retcon."

Owen showed surprise on his face at the request and said, "Jack, we have already discussed this; the reason we use recton is because it is so effective."

Jack paused as he put his hand on Owen's arm and looked directly at him. "Keep trying, or find another way," he asked quietly.

Moving past Owen he now stepped across to the bookcase by the door of his office. He examined each title until he found the one he was looking for. Taking the chosen book from the book shelf he flicked through it and then walked back to the far side of his desk.

"Tosh," he said as he placed the book on top of the clothes in the large bag, "I need you to create a credible line of research, something complicated and involved, which would require a full time research assistant and make sure it is something Ianto would be interested in."

He sat down in his desk chair and opened another desk drawer sorted through several items and rejected them as he continued.

"It must be a real project; something we can use later, something of real value," he continued and looked up at Tosh . "It needs to be a project that will take time," he smiled "and requires a combination of field work and basic research skills," he paused, "looking up articles books, you understand what I mean?"

Gwen interrupted. "What the hell are you doing?"

Ignoring her, Jack closed the desk and looked at Gwen briefly and began to give her instructions.

"Gwen call the University and set up a meeting for…," he paused and looked at his watch, "Tomorrow, call the university and set up a meeting for me, tell them this is a Torchwood operation, tell them it's a national security issue, tell them anything. Add I am the Torchwood liaison, get me an office, find a way to get Ianto assigned to assist me." He paused for a moment as he took a breath then added, "Offer to pay that always helps."

"For God's sake Jack," Gwen interrupted again raising her voice, "tell me you are not doing what I think you're doing?"

Jack stopped and looked at her directly, "You and Tosh, Owen if necessary start a systematic search of the Hub, go through every file, every artefact; there could be something in here that could help restore memories."

"Stop and think," Gwen started to argue.

"Don't argue with me Gwen," he said forcefully looking straight into her eyes.

Standing her ground, Gwen replied with the same forceful tone, "And what about Torchwood operations?" She took a breath. "You can't run Torchwood from hundreds of miles away."

Without looking down Jack picked up the keys for the SUV from his desk top and tossed them at her, taken aback by his action she only just caught them.

"If there is one thing I know Gwen, it's how capable you are, don't disappoint me now," he replied.

Gwen took another deep breath as she knew this was going be a difficult question. "What do you think you can accomplish by going back?"

Jack stopped and they locked eyes for a long moment before he replied strongly, "The only person I have to justify myself to is not here."

There was a tense moment before Gwen continued, frustration clear in every word.

"There's a Unit meeting in two weeks time what am I supposed to tell them?"

Jack, now laying out a charger and his mobile phone, put the phone in his trouser pocket and the charger in the large bag.

"Gwen, I will leave you to explain my absence to them," he replied, then carefully looked around, double checking to see if he had missed anything.

Jack stopped and took a deep breath; standing still for just a moment he zipped up the bag and picked it up. Then moving to the coat rack he took his coat and laid it between the straps of the bag, with great care he picked up the wooden box and tucked it under his arm

He looked at Owen, Gwen and Tosh in turn and then said, "Tosh I expect that research idea and outline in the next two days, Gwen call me with that appointment, Owen good luck."

He turned and quickly headed towards the Torchwood garage.

"Jack…Jack!" Gwen shouted at his retreating back.

For several moments they all stood rooted to the spot, too stunned to move.

"What- the –hell- was- in- that- bag?" Owen stated as he recovered.

Gwen, her hand to her lips, stood at the entrance of Jack's office alongside Tosh, who was still unable to speak.

"I am not completely certain, but from Jack's reaction," Tosh paused as she completed her thoughts, "I think Jack found the soul of Ianto Jones."

"Tosh, you've been reading too many romance novels," Owen snorted.

"God help them both", Gwen said speaking out loud for the first time since Jack's departure.

***

His arms full of heavy books Ianto used his elbow to open the door. As the door swung open several of the books he was carrying began to topple and he lent them against the door frame to stop them falling.

Jack who was at his new desk moved quickly across the room to help, "that's quite a stack," Jack said as he took the ones off the top.

"Thanks," Ianto said, "here's what I've found so far," he added as he placed the remaining books beside the others Jack had taken and placed then on his desk which was at the far end near to the window

"These," Ianto continued as he sorted the books into two piles "are all the books I could find that mention 'The Standing Stones of Emin specifically and," taking several rolled up sheets of paper from under his arm he handed Jack a print out, "This the list of journal articles that I have currently requested, along with some studies that were done in the 1950's and 1960's."

"Nothing more recent," Jack asked as he picked up the book on the top of the pile and read the title.

"Not unless you want to include New Age theories on Harmonic Convergence," Ianto added raising his eyebrows.

"Harmonic what?" Jack queried.

"The idea that places like the 'Standing Stones of Emin are part of some kind global power network that allows you to tune into the universal consciousness," Ianto replied.

"Could be interesting," Jack said looked at the large number of books on each desk "but I think we have enough for right now."

"That's what I thought as well," Ianto added in agreement.

Jack watched as Ianto smiled hesitantly, "I'll get on with going through this lot then," he indicated to the books on his own desk with a turn of his head. "I thought it might be a good idea if I start with the basics ,as I have only a passing knowledge standing of stones," he explained, "and when I mean passing knowledge I mean I have driven past and thought what a odd arrangement of rocks."

"Good idea," Jack replied as he sat down at his own desk and returned to book he had picked up. He looked at the title again, 'Survey of Standing Stones and Henge's in the United Kingdom' By Professor Valerie Ransom.

He had asked Tosh for a research idea, and she had delivered several. The first was an investigation of a local landmark called the Standing Stones of Emin. They had been included in a UNIT report from a satellite survey of the earth's magnetic field from approximately seven years ago. There were several magnetic anomalies around a large area surrounding the stones that appeared to radiate for kilometres in every direction. As it was only one of many such anomalies the satellite had uncovered across the entire northern hemisphere it had been put aside for investigation until such time that resources were available.

Tosh had told him that he should begin with a basic survey and review of literature and move on to the more complex issues like the magnetic survey as the research developed. It would be interesting to see what they uncovered. Even without the UNIT survey, standing stones had in built intrinsic curiosity about them because no one was sure who built them or why. The combination of the mystery of standing stones and the scientific element should keep them occupied for some time.

He glanced across to Ianto as he began to sort through books on his desk. Putting them into order, he then chose one and sat down before he began to read. The light from the window highlighted the colour of his deep red shirt, his sleeves rolled up, and his long hands turning over a page. Jack with difficulty drew his focus back to the book in front of him.

When he had left the Hub that night one of his biggest fears was that Ianto might be fundamentally altered in some way. Owen had assured him that Retcon had wiped his memories not his personality. The last three days had proven Owens words right. He took a deep breath, this was his Ianto, and everything that made him the man he loved was here.

However, there were subtle differences, for example Ianto appeared uncertain of himself. Ianto had been reticent in the past, but had a confidence about him that had grown as his abilities as a Torchwood operative had developed. He was not sure if this was part of damage done by the dose of Retcon or part of the new memory matrix which had reformed in his mind,

Jack was basically back to square one, not quite square one he told himself, maybe square 101. If Owen was right then Ianto had retained his emotional memories. Deep within him was the memory that he loved Jack. He would hold on to that thought during the days and weeks ahead because he was not leaving until Ianto knew he was the single most important person in his life up until this point. Right now the most difficult aspect of all this, was being in the same room with him, and not being able to take him into his arms and declare he loved and adored him beyond measure.

Jack concentrated on the book he was holding and began to study it in an effort to keep his eyes from following the curve of Ianto's shoulder down his arms to his waist. Or watch his face as he bit his bottom lip when he was concentrating…. Jack pulled himself back to the page he was reading and took a deep breath.

Ianto sat and kept his eyes on the page in front of him. If he stopped concentrating he found his gaze wandered across to the Captain. Jack, he likes to be called Jack, he reminded himself. From the moment Jack had greeted him at this office door three days before he had found it difficult to stop his gaze drifting towards him.

He'd been re-assigned until further notice Rosemary had told him. The Captain was here on a project of national importance and had asked for him personally. He was astounded that Jack had requested him as a research assistant as he had no idea he had made any impression on him at all.

He was intrigued about the projects Jack had outlined in all seriousness, if Jack had told him he wanted help with a project measuring the length of grass within the University quadrangle he would have found it fascinating. It would include travelling around the country side going to various landmarks. He hadn't done a lot of travelling since he had arrived so this was a good opportunity to reacquaint himself with the country side here abouts.

There was a scientific element with equipment to follow and liaison with others as the need arose. Jack hadn't told him much about that, not that he expected him too after all he was just an assistant.

He glanced across at Jack who was reading. There was something about him, he shook his head, recalling that day in the library when he thought the Captain was gone. That moment had left him been profoundly shaken. Now he had returned other emotions filled him which were just as confusing. All he knew right now was that the Captain filled him with fascination and curiosity. Now at least with his return he might be able to work this out. He almost dared himself to feel happy, well not happy, he told himself maybe less miserable.

-@-

Jack leaned forward across his desk and took the cup offered to him by Ianto. He had waited as the smell of coffee had filled the office as it had dripped into the pot over the last 20 minutes. He had anticipated a treat but the superb smooth taste took him by surprise.

Jack took a sip, "Wow," he burst out involuntarily, as Ianto gave him a curious look.

He took another sip ," you make the most incredible coffee," he said as he watched Ianto now pour a coffee for himself.

"It's the beans sir," he corrected himself, "Jack…, I buy a blend of beans myself and grind them at home," he said with a ghost of a smile at Jack appreciative comments.

Ianto took his own full mug and sat down in the chair at the front of Jacks desk.

He looked at Jack over his mug. "What," Jack asked as he started to wipe around his mouth with his hand, "do I have something on my face?"

'No," Ianto said quickly embarrassed Jack had caught him looking at him, "it's just that something has been happening to me a lot lately," Ianto laughed nervously, "It's nothing really."

"Sounds like something," he commented as he saw Ianto shift uncomfortably,

"It's difficult to explain," Ianto replied.

Jack raised an eyebrow in interest, 'well try me," he encouraged.

"It's just odd , sort of déjà vu," he said

"Déjà vu?" Jack repeated intrigued.

" I can't explain it, but every now and then, like just now, I get this feeling that , well not feeling, more like a sensation really, that we've met before," he said awkwardly.

Jack froze as he realised the importance of what Ianto was saying.

"Maybe it's connected to the first time I was here," Jack added after a few moments trying to keep control of his voice.

"No before then," Ianto corrected him.

"Before", Jack asked quietly

"Wish I could explain this better," Ianto said, " I told Rosemary my boss, sorry my ex boss and she explained it as a past life flash back."

"Past life what?" Jack repeated momentarily confused at the change of direction in the conversation.

"Reincarnation," Ianto explained, "she reckons you meet the same people ,life after life, journey with them ,so when we meet up with them in our current lives, we have this feeling we know them."

'Ah past life," Jack nodded as he understood.

"Well that's what she thinks anyway," Ianto added.

"And you?" Jack asked.

"I'm not sure," he replied.

'You know that could explain a lot," Jack said after a few moments of thought.

"Like?" Ianto asked

"Well on my first day here you went and got lunch and I asked you to surprise me and you came back with exactly what I would have chosen myself," he looked at the consternation on Ianto face.

"Past life," Ianto said not sure if he should take him seriously then replied, "or maybe you just look like double espresso, no sugar person,"

"Could be, " Jack laughed, "although until now I never realised I looked like a ham salad baguette person."

Ianto ghosted a smile again not sure how he should react.

"How's the preparation for our fieldtrip coming?" Jack asked changing the subject as he put his now empty mug on his desk.

"Just about there," Ianto replied "I've almost completed the report on what we have learnt so far ,it'll be done," he looked at his watch , "in about another hour."

"Excellent," Jack said as Ianto went back to working at the computer at his desk "once you've done that ,there is something I need help with."

"Certainly," Ianto replied, "I can leave the report for later if you like."

'Finish that first," Jack said "I need to complete this as well," he pointed to the journal he was studying as Ianto turned away, he turned to look out of the window and let out the breath he had been holding onto as quietly as he could.

When Ianto had started talking it had taken all his self control not to react. He looked at Ianto in the reflection of the window and for the first time since he had found Ianto had gone missing he felt a tiny whisper of hope.

***

"Completed", Ianto said as he put the printed report onto Jack's desk

"I need your local knowledge", Jack said as he picked up the report and began to flick through it.

"I need your help to find somewhere to live, I been staying in this little B and B, but now we are all set up here, I need to my own place, any suggestions?"

Ianto took a moment to think, "around here it's mostly student accommodation, it's all very basic and communal", he replied

"I'm looking to rent a one bedroom place, near to here, gotta have parking though", Jack said.

Ianto nodded in understanding, "undercover or just outside", he asked.

"Under cover would be great", Jack replied, "but not essential".

"Well I wouldn't leave my car outside anywhere around here" Ianto said in all seriousness.

"Had a bad experience parking around here?" Jack asked as he raised his eyebrows

"No it's just, I've got a really nice car and I like to take good care of it" Ianto explained.

"So you reckon it's not too safe around here, could it get stolen if I park outside?" Jack asked.

"Or scratched" Ianto replied.

"God forbid" Jack said as he raised his eyebrows knowing full well Ianto was very passionate about his Audi and smiled as he recalled the hours of care Ianto had lavished on it in the past and clearly the present.

"Other than parking", Ianto asked, "was there anything else I should ask the rental agent" he asked as he brought his thoughts back to the task in hand.

"Furnished, if possible", Jack added

"I'll get on it right away then" Ianto advised turning to his computer and setting up a search.

Ianto waited in the kitchenette as the rental agent showed Jack around the eighth flat of the day. He was not sure why Jack has insisted he accompany him, but he was pleased to come, he had nothing planned over the weekend and for once it was nice not to spend it on his own.

Jack came back into the room with the agent.

"It's kinda what I looking for, but the furnishings are pretty shabby", he commented.

Ianto stifled an outburst, shabby did not begin to describe the state of the furnishing. He was not sure when the sofa had last been cleaned and no one could convince him to touch, let alone sleep on the mattress, in the tiny bedroom. He meant tiny, the flat should have been described as a large closet with two smaller closets which someone had somehow fitted in the ability to wash and cook.

"Well it can be rented without the furnishings", the agent pointed out.

Jack turned to Ianto for his opinion, "Parking" ,Ianto said returning his look.

"Oh yeah" ,said Jack, "gotta have good parking".

"There's parking, but it's a around the back of the complex", the agent advised as very loud music began to boom out.

Jack looked across at Ianto who shook his head.

"Let's look at the next one" , Jack said indicating to the door.

Several hours later Jack looked around the modern up to date apartment, this was more like it. It was the last on a long list and he had begun to wonder if this city had any rental accommodation that would suit anyone other than a student.

The kitchen was small but he did not plan any dinner parties and he saw Ianto was nodding and giving him the thumbs up. It was within walking distance of the university even if it was good vigorous half an hour. The chattels all looked in good order and there was good parking which came with Ianto's approval.

"I'll take it", he said smiling at the agent.

Ianto watched from the car as Jack exited the real estates office with keys an copy of the lease in hand.

Jack opened the drivers door got in and pulled the seat belt over and clicked it into place.

"Right", he said turning on the ignition "I'm starving, I'm sure you must be, where is a good place to eat around here?"

Ianto looked at the menu, he was not sure what he should order. Jack had insisted he take him out for a meal to thank him for all his help.

What help he said to himself, all he had done was to look over a few flats with him. True he had spent a lot of time on the computer sorting through all the options, phoning various agents making appointments and making sure each flat fitted Jack's requirements. He paused and looked across at Jack, this was awkward, Jack insisted he pay, what to do.

He looked over the menu choices, what should he order, he took another look and saw the menu was arranged in order of price. "I'll have the chicken", he said.

Jack looked over his menu at Ianto, as he indicated his choice, he had been remiss. In the past unless challenged he would always choose the less pricey meals ,being nice rather than choose something he would actually like.

Right he tapped the menu with his middle finger and pursed his lips, he would make sure he ordered the entrée and the desert for both of them as well as a main course for himself.

Jack gave the order, "and two bottles Stella", he added as the waiter left. He looked and saw the look on Ianto's face as he realised what he had done. Apart from the chicken dish he had ordered everything his young lover was partial too. He coughed and wondered how he was going to explain this coincidence away.

He smiled as the entrée was delivered a very successful day he thought . He had found a way to keep Ianto's company and take him out to dinner. He picked up a fork, mission accomplished he thought, well for this weekend anyway.

-@-

Jack looked at his watch and then at Ianto. If he kept this up he would have to start restricting his hours. Jack was yet to beat him in and he was always waiting to take his coat and pour him a cup of freshly made coffee. He had no objection to him working late and knew that Ianto was reluctant to leave unless they left together. He was not sure if this was just Ianto's work ethic, or and he smiled to himself, was this a repeat of those small beginnings at the Hub where Ianto deliberately remained working late to keep Jacks company.

Tonight, however, Jack needed Ianto to go home he had several important Torchwood issues to deal with that could not be put off any longer. It was annoying but he knew Gwen was right that it was appropriate that he deal with them and he could not begin until Ianto had left.

"It's late Ianto, there is nothing that can't wait until tomorrow", he stated.

Ianto looked at his watch and saw it was 9.45 pm, "I had no idea it was so late, I've almost finished", he added returning his attention back to the substantial book on his desk.

Jack shook his head and stood up; he stepped across to Ianto desk and stood beside him putting his hand over the page of the book he was reading.

"Go home", he said as Ianto looked at him, as he took his hand from the page of the book and crossed his arms. Ianto stretched yawned and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I really wanted to be prepared for our site visit", he added now standing up and yawning again.

Jack now moved to the coat rack and taking the jacket off the hanger and handed it to Ianto who proceeded to put it on.

Jack watched as Ianto put on his jacket then instead of leaving went to check the coffee supplies.

"That reminds me" Jack said as he watched "when you're buying coffee supplies in the future take the money from petty cash".

Ianto looked up his face betraying he had been caught out, "it's just the difference between what we would have ordered and" he explained

"Ianto you shouldn't be paying for supplies out of your own pay" Jack interrupted, "I don't pay you enough for that".

Ianto looked sheepish and he nodded hoping that if he agreed the Captain wouldn't dig any further.

He put his hand on his shoulder, "see you in the morning", he said as he opened the door.

"Better get off then", he said as his move towards the open door, "good night", Jack said as he left.

He looked out of the window to ensure Ianto was actually on his way home, seeing him make his away towards the lake, picked up the phone. It was going to be a long night.

Ianto looked up at the office window on the third floor and saw that the light remained on. After all the trouble he had taken to find him somewhere to live you would think he would at least take his own advice and go home. He stopped and looked at the moon reflected on the lake he looked across at his apartment block hidden in the distance behind the trees.

The University grounds were lovely especially this time of year and the area was beautiful, but moving here to work had been a mistake. The realisation of this mistake had grown during the winter months. Nothing during that time could counter the terrible feelings of loss he had felt after the Captain had left the University. That day in the library he had been overwhelmed by a sense that something important had been lost and he would never find it again and it haunted him even now.

Over the preceding weeks he had tumbled into a worst depression than after Lisa had died. There had been days when he had wanted to do nothing other than stare at the ceiling in his bedroom, he had managed to keep going only through sheer effort of willpower.

Things have improved recently now Jack had returned he told himself. He could not describe the feeling that had jumped in his chest when he held out his hand and shook it, when was it four weeks ago? Since then the feelings of loss had eased perceptively and no matter how bad his day was, just being around him, hearing him talk, seeing him smile helped lift that feeling for just a moment and lightened his mood. He put his key in the lock, turned it and opened the door. Well he was home, another sleepless night counting down the seconds before he could return to work. Not work he told himself – Jack.

***