Ianto Jones sat up, flexing his fingers and toes and stretching and just enjoying that feeling of life. The one that not many others had experienced. He ran a hand through his messy hair, then got up and looked at himself in the bathroom. He looked terrible, and obviously, before he went tot the hub, that had to change. Grinning at his reflection, he took a razor, some cream, and began to shave.

At about 3:30am, Ianto arrived in the hub. He checked it up and down and found that no one, not even Jack was there. Which was perfect. He walked down to the medbay and searching it's content until he found what he wanted.

J. Harkness Nov. 25 2038 the vial of blood read. Humming, he set up everything he needed. He transferred the blood into a syringe, found a vein and...

Bam. It was over quickly. Within minutes, he had cleaned everything up and back in it's place.

Frowning, he turned and walked back out of the medbay and into the hub, where he would wait for Jack. Sighing, he laid down on the couch. He really was quite tired. The other him hadn't gotten much sleep since Chelsea's death, and it was affecting him. Closing his eyes, Ianto decided to take a quick nap before Jack got back. He curled up into the couch, wondering how he got so lucky.

Which was when Jack got back.

"Ianto?" Jack asked, and Ianto turned around, opening his eyes.

"Jack?" He said in return, sitting up.

"Why are you here?" Jack said, sitting down by Ianto. Ianto frowned, unsure of how to go about telling him what had happened.

"Do you still love me Jack?" He finally asked, looking up and meeting Jack's eyes. Jack studied him carefully, then nodded slowly. "Then how come you didn't try harder to get me to remember?"

Jack sighed, looking away from Ianto's piercing gaze. "I.. I was, I am afraid that if I let myself get too close to you, you'll just..."

"Die again?"

"Yeah. And then, when you and Chelsea got together. I was happy. Really, truly. It made me smile to think about you two and I'm sorry. We're trying everything we can to find out how she got sick. Vi thinks it was deliberate. As if someone purposely got her sick to send us a message, and I can't say I blame her. The virus that had infected her was nothing we've ever seen on Earth. It was alien."

Ianto frowned, suddenly distracted by this news. "Do we have anyway of tracking it?" He asked, suddenly determined. He may not have loved Chelsea like his other self had, but he did care about her, and had been very sad when she died.

"Yes, but you aren't being involved in this."

"What, why!?" Ianto demanded, and Jack smiled sadly.

"You're in mourning aren't you? That can do things to people."

Time to tell the truth.

He took a deep breath. "I cared about Chelsea, yes. But.. I'm not the same man I was earlier." He said, looking up at Jack. "Jack, it's me. Your Ianto. The Ianto who died in 2009. The other me, the part of me that was born in 2014, he's.. Well, he's happier now, I hope."

"This isn't funny Ianto." Jack whispered, but he looked almost hopeful. He wanted it to be true, and Ianto knew just how he could.

"You're right. It's not. I'm serious." He reached out and stroked Jack's smooth face. Jack leaned into the younger mans touch.

"This isn't right. Chelsea..."

"Is probably happy in Heaven with the Ianto she loved. Or something close to that at least. I can't tell. He looked pretty happy when he left this body, though. So I can only imagine that they found each other." Ianto smiled as well then, and leaned forward to kiss Jack softly. Jack responded perfectly, running his hands through Ianto's neck hair as he roughly kissed him back. Ianto grinned into the kiss and did his signature move - something he knew not even the other Ianto had done - and ran his tongue over Jack's teeth. He pulled away sharply, and there was a beautiful expression on his face. It made Ianto's heart speed up. Jack looked happy, ecstatic, even.

"You really do remember, don't you?" Jack said finally, breathless. Ianto nodded.

"Everything."

Jack grinned, then, in a teasing voice, said "We have nearly 30 years to make up for, you know."

"Then lets get started." Ianto replied.

An hour later, the two of them were entangled together in Jack's bed underneath his office. Ianto was kissing Jack's neck lovingly, and Jack smiled, making a content noise.

"Forgive me for sleeping with other men?"

"Naturally." Ianto said, kissing Jack's shoulder blade. He hesitated, wondering if he should ask for forgiveness for what he had done.

"And for not trying harder to bring back your memories?"

"Forgiven." Ianto replied, kissing Jack's chest.

"You're in a forgiving mood tonight. Usually I'd be sleeping on your couch."

"Give it a few days." Ianto said in return, and Jack laughed.

"Actually." Ianto sat up, looking down at Jack who just smiled back up at him.

"Yes, love?" He said, running his hand up his lovers chest. Ianto rolled his eyes.

"Ignoring the fact that you just called me love, I have something to ask for forgiveness of."

Jack raised an eyebrow, not taking Ianto seriously. "Oh?" He asked. And Ianto nodded.

"Your blood?"

"What about it?"

"I know it can make others immortal."

".."

"Which is why I took some of it, and did a blood transfusion earlier."

Jack sat up suddenly, his voice devoid of all emotion. "You didn't.."

Ianto didn't break his gaze, instead he stared down Jack.

"I have died not once but twice. I am not, I repeat not dying permanently again, or watching you stay the same while I grow old. I don't care if it'll hurt, I don't care. What I care about is spending time with you. Got it? Not bloody aging while you still look like you're in your late 30's. I'm not doing that, okay?!" Ianto replied, his voice growing louder and louder. He glared down at Jack, who glared back. "This way," he continued, "This way you don't have to worry about losing me or feel guilty because you somehow caused my immortality. Besides," He looked around and found what he wanted. "We don't even know if it'll work or not yet." He took the small pocket knife and flipped it open. Jack watched him with horrified eyes as he slowly sliced open his index finger. Blood slowly poured out, but within seconds the wound began to heal, and in a minute the cut wasn't even there. Ianto glanced up at Jack, who slowly met his gaze.

"Please tell me you don't hate me." Ianto pleaded, unable to think about the possibility of Jack leaving him over this. Jack shook his head.

"I.. I don't.. I just... You won't ever leave me?" Jack asked, looking up at his lover. Ianto nodded.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know." Jack said, then sighed, running a hand over his face. "This is fine. I suppose. Nothing I can do about it. But don't ever complain to me about the pain of coming back, okay?" Jack looked up at Ianto, who smiled.

"Why would I when I get to spend forever with you?" Ianto asked, pushing Jack back down onto the bed.

"Forever.." Jack murmured.

"And always.." Ianto completed.

D'awww! Don't worry, it's not over yet! BTW- I'm basing the whole blood thing off of Miracle Day.