Disclaimer: BBC drew them, I just like to color outside their lines.

A/N: Wow. It's finished. Thanks to all of you who embraced this fic and this universe. There weren't many winged Ianto fics out there, and since this was my first foray into this fandom, I am humbled that you liked it. Special shout outs to iantosgal and milady_dragon for cheerleading me on with their posts. The sequel will be later on this Fall after a few other fics in the works are finished.

Many thanks to the fabulous sparking_off for beta-ing. Any mistakes left are all mine.

Epilogue - Several Months Later

Martha Jones straightened her stethoscope and, after checking her breath, curled her lip and popped a mint into her mouth. Smoothing down her lab coat, she exited the elevator, ready for her first day as a second year resident. After checking the staff directory, she had been thrilled to see Doctor Thomas Milligan listed in pediatrics, and told herself for the thousandth time to calm down. Ianto had reminded her this morning that he had never met her, and that she should breathe and try not to be a crazy person when she met him again, for the first time.

She entered the staff lounge and saw him near the coffee machine, going over a recent case with a pretty nurse. "Keep it together, Jones," Martha muttered to herself, before moving alongside them to get a cup of her own, trying desperately not to glance at Tom out of the corner of her eye.

"You're new," said a familiar voice to her right. Martha smiled.

"First day, transferred from Royal Hope," she replied. The nurse had gone, leaving them to converse alone.

"So, Martha Jones is it?" he asked pointing to her name tag. Martha nodded.

"And you're Tom Milligan," she replied, noticing too late that he didn't have a nametag on his lab coat. Cursing herself for being overeager, she tried to cover her mistake. "I overhead the nurse mention it while you were talking."

"But she didn't call me by name," said Tom, smirking as Martha got flustered. "Seems to me either you found it out on your own, or used some kind of Jedi mind trick to get it from one of the staff." Martha laughed.

"Star Wars fan?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Tom grinned.

"Only the original three; those prequels, absolute rubbish," he crinkled his nose in disgust. Martha nodded her agreement.

"I heard they're showing A New Hope, at Somerset House in a few weeks," mentioned Martha, stirring her coffee and trying to keep the blush in her cheeks down.

"Are they really?" Tom asked in excitement. "I never saw it in the theatre. Outdoors with a picnic would be brilliant. Let's go!" Martha beamed back at him.

Torchwood Hub – Cardiff

Perched on the corner of Jack's desk, Ianto sipped his coffee and went over his notes for the monthly call with the PM, trying to stay on task as Jack's hand moved steadily up his thigh.

"You know I'm not listening, right," Jack purred into his ear as he kissed his neck. Ianto sighed and put his mug and notepad down.

"Do you even want to be ready for this call tomorrow?" he asked, watching as Jack circled the desk until he stood in front of him.

"Right now, Ianto, the only thing I am ready for is you," he said, pushing Ianto's legs apart, coming to rest between them. "I've been staring at you in the 'cute suit' all day. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when you wear that thing?" Jack asked, leaning in to kiss him. Ianto smiled into the kiss, bringing his arms up to encircle Jack's waist.

"I think hard is the operative word, sir," he replied, flicking his tongue over Jack's bottom lip, making him squirm. "I get the distinct impression that if we are to get any work done tomorrow, it's best that we get a full night's rest first," he added with a twinkle in his eye.

"Are you trying to get me into bed, Mister Jones?" asked Jack, sliding Ianto's jacket off of his shoulders and onto the desk. Ianto raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't aware I had to try all that hard, Captain Harkness," he quipped, reaching to unbuckle Jack's belt. "Tosh and Owen are still downstairs, and Gwen went home hours ago. I think you should do something about that, sir." He growled, emphasizing his meaning by grabbing Jack's waistband and pulling him flush against him. Ianto devoured his lover's mouth, sending him images of all he wanted to do to him, until Jack couldn't take it anymore and pushed away from him, stalking to the office door.

"Tosh, Owen, go home!" he shouted. "Ianto and I have it covered until morning. See you tomorrow."

"But I just started the Tujilokan autopsy," complained Owen, walking up to the main hub, wiping the blood off of his gloved hands with a towel. Tosh shook her head, pointing to where Ianto sat waiting on Jack's desk. Oh, OH. "Right. It can wait until tomorrow I suppose," he said, seeing Jack grin at them both before going back into his office and shutting the door.

"They've been at it like rabbits since Ianto came back. I am amazed they get any work done," Owen said, shaking his head.

"I think it's sweet," replied Tosh. "Jack was so broken when he thought Ianto was lost, at least give them this. What we do is pretty dangerous. I am sure things will settle down once they are both secure that the other is not going anywhere." Owen glanced up to the office, where golden light was already starting to seep under the door.

"Not bloody likely," he muttered, going to the med bay to shuck his gloves. "Hey, Tosh, what are you up to tonight?" he asked, sliding his latest victim back into cold storage. Tosh stared at him. Was he asking her out?

"Not much planned," she replied, shutting down the Hub for the night. "I've been run off my feet all week. Just planning on snuggling up with a bowl of popcorn and watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dean Man's Chest on DVD. I missed it when it came out last year. I want to get caught up before the next one comes out." Oh God, that sounded pathetic. Trying to focus on the screen in front of her, Tosh braced herself for the snarky comment that was sure to follow.

"You like pirates, huh?" Owen asked, taking off his lab coat. Tosh blushed, surprised that Owen was actually interested.

"A little yeah," she said, embarrassed. "I always thought the eye patch thing was kind of sexy, and, well, Johnny Depp isn't bad on the eyes either." Owen smirked.

"I always wanted to be a pirate as a kid. Mother would never let me, told me that they were all scum and villains, and 'no son her hers would ever be one'," he quoted, suddenly melancholy.

Tosh powered down her laptop and went to join him in the med bay. "I won't tell her if you won't," she said with a soft smile. Owen smiled back.

"Sounds like a lovely evening, Tosh, mind if I join you?" he asked, not sure if she would say yes. To his surprise Tosh practically beamed back at him.

"I'd love it if you'd come. I mean yes, thanks," she said, flustered. Owen threw on his coat and held out his arm. "Come on then, Miss Sato, the Black Pearl waits for no man." Tosh giggled and took his arm as they made their way to the car park.

Williams/Cooper Residence, Cardiff, Wales – 9:30pm

"I'll be out in a minute, Rhys," called Gwen. She looked at the clock on the bathroom counter, refusing to look at the objects on it until the full three minutes were up. 9:33pm. Steeling herself, she reached for the test and read the results. Positive. Holding her stomach with her hand, she opened the box on the other side of the counter, exposing the three objects inside: a tracking crystal, an Aderyn arm band, and the Master's ring, she held her hand over them, biting her lip, hoping that the life now growing inside her would cause a reaction with the DNA encoding in one of them to give her some idea of who the father might be.

Far away on the other side of the galaxy, Rhiannon felt the TARDIS that housed her father shudder. "What is it, Tad?" she asked the golden man that suddenly appeared at her side.

A ping sounded on the universal transmission modulator, signaling an incoming call from another TARDIS. The Doctor and his Blue Lady must have felt it too.

"Trouble," he answered, eyes on the console before him. "We need to go back."

To be continued next fall with Rise of the Phoenix (tentative title)