Ok so this is that last installment of Seeing You Again. There are a few spoilers as this is set after Miracle Day.

I feel like last time I accidentally portrayed Gwen too harsh. A lot of what she said probably came out as rude and with malice, but it really wasn't meant to sound that way. I hope this time around I showed her to be a bit more realistic.

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One of the things Gwen was worried about most during the Miracle wasn't how they were going to win. She had been with Torchwood long enough to know they would always win, whether she lived to see it or not. Captain Jack Harkness wouldn't rest until the bad guy was stopped, or until the day he died. Obviously the latter wasn't happening anytime soon. No, what Gwen was worried about was Jack leaving again after it was all done.

He had been gone for months after Ianto died. Even the rift was sealed. Everything Gwen knew was gone, and she really didn't think she could lose Jack again. It wasn't romance. Any thought she had of being with Jack died after her wedding. Though, nearly kissing a nostrovite did help to turn her off of the idea. She just couldn't lose what she had left of Torchwood.

So, when the Blessing was buried she expected the worst. She expected to tearfully beg Jack to stay, before he was beamed away by his wrist strap. For days she woke up and went to her spare bedroom, knowing he wouldn't be there. Every day he was there, sitting on the edge of the bed. Blue shirt, red braces, great coat and all. Still with a dashing lopsided smile. She could see it was darker than before, but it was still there. He was still there.

Gwen realized something she never thought would. She was uncomfortable with Jack in her house. She realized yet again how little she knew about the man, and now she had Anwen to worry about. It was frustrating. She knew he had a lot to hide, nearly three hundred years of horrors she could never know. But didn't he know how much she cared about him? That couldn't change just because of his past. She knew she attacked him about it before, but they had her daughter, and Rhys. It was the heat of the moment. She swore she had proven herself trustworthy since then.

She decided to talk to him, to ask him about his past. Even if it was only the bare minimum, she had to know. Gwen knew, of course, that he would be reluctant, but she had to try. So she did. One quiet day in the Welsh countryside where she was hiding all those months after Torchwood, they went for a walk. Slowly she began, wary of the immortal's temper.

"Jack, I know that you don't want to talk about this." She started in. Jack sighed. He didn't know what this conversation was going to be about, but if Gwen was anything to go by, he wasn't going to like it. Nevertheless Gwen continued. "But if you're going to stay with us, and I really do want you to, then we have to know more about you than what I do. I mean, I don't even know your real name Jack!"

"Does it matter? That's not who I am. I am who I am now." They were always so caught up with his past, couldn't they understand he had changed in this hundreds of years? Well, not they anymore, he supposed. Everyone was gone. Tosh, Owen, Esther, and... "Don't you think we have other things to worry about?"

"Like what, Jack? It's not like we have Torchwood to worry about."

"How long are you going to dwell on this?!" Jack's voice was rising. "However long until I get something! Anything! Please, I need something." He was just done. She was stubborn, and he was sick of it. He was sick of giving in, but he just didn't have the fight any more. Not since…

"Fine." He said quietly. "What do you want to know?" That threw Gwen off guard. That was really easy, considering. She was speechless. What did she want to know exactly?

"Well… Where are you from?" She awkwardly asked. She really didn't think this one through. It seemed to work well enough, however, as Jack began to get a look in his eye. It was a look he got whenever he thought about space. The wonder of it all.

"A place called the Boeshane Peninsula. Tiny little place."

"Where is that?" Gwen egged him on. She got him this far, she didn't want him to stop now.

"Oh, you never would have heard of it." He looked up at the sky, closed one eye and spun around slightly. He eventually found what he was looking for and pointed upwards. "There."

Wait a moment.

"You're an alien?!" Gwen asked incredulously. She knew the man was weird, but otherworldly? Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes and no. I am human… well mostly. You knew I was from the future."

"Yeah, but I figured the future of Earth." She was reeling. He wasn't from Earth. This was definitely new. Jack chuckled.

"Nope, it was an Earth colony. Probably settled in the forty, oh, eighth century? One of the first places to take volunteers for the time agency." He smiled with the memory. "I, of course signed up right away." Gwen grinned

"Always ready to be the hero."

"I suppose. I think I just wanted to redeem myself after Grey. Boy, did I. To Boeshane, anyway. I ended up being their poster boy."

"I could see that." Gwen giggled. That probably was some root of that horrible ego of his.

"Yeah? S'pose I could go into it again? I bet Unit would take me." The captain joked. This was the Jack that Gwen missed. She just hadn't seen enough of it recently. Whenever she did, she could tell it was just a distraction. At least this time he hid it well.

"Didja have a fancy name, Rosie?" Gwen joked back.

"Why, of course I did. They called me the Face of Boe. Granted, nobody else in the agency knew about Boeshane. Too small." Gwen's smile was wiped off of her face as she hopelessly searched around her head. She had heard that before.

The Face of Boe. She definitely remembered something. Where had she heard that before? Just…an old friend. How could she have heard something that wouldn't even happen for three thousand years? There were these legends about him being the last of his kind and being billions of years old. She could just hear it, but from where? Oh, right.

Jack hadn't realized Gwen wasn't listening until he saw that she was crying. He was just talking about the beaches on his old home. There were plenty of things on Boeshane to cry about. Beaches weren't one of them. And she wasn't just crying, she was sobbing.

"Gwen? You ok?" Jack was less concerned as he was wary. He expected either alien interference or another baby. Both of which he didn't want to deal with right now. He waited, and she looked like she was attempting to form a thought, but she just couldn't get anything out.

"The Face of Boe?" She finally choked out. Now he was really confused.

"Yes?" He was utterly lost.

Meanwhile, Gwen had many emotions crash into her. Jack was going to see Ianto again. He could tell how much it hurt him to be away from the young Welshman. He would have to wait billions of years, but he'd see him again.

Billions of years? She had always assumed that Jack would die sooner that. One day he would just run out. But that one day was supposed to be hundreds of years in the future. Thousands at most. Not billions.

The way she had spoken to Ianto. He was so excited because he saw Jack. She just assumed it was something stupid. He was trying to tell them about their beloved captain. Her broken captain. She wondered how broken he was then. What else did Ianto say about him? It was something weird, even when she wasn't paying attention to it. He was this giant head, and he was telepathic! I could feel him in my head. Ok, maybe it wasn't the same man. It just wasn't possible in that case.

But the way he had said it. After he had gone to Jack's office Owen started in on making fun of him. He said that he had some competition. That he was surprised if the "teaboy" wasn't in love with a giant futuristic head. It had to be him. Oh, god, it was Jack. Jack was a giant head in billions of years.

All the while as Gwen thought this, Jack was watching her. Every time her expression he got more and more confused. First she was hopeful, then bitter, sad, guilty, relieved, and finally shocked. He assumed shock was the last emotion in her arsenal, because she stayed on it for a while. He figured it was safe to talk to her again.

"Care to explain?" He started cautiously. He was surprised when she shook her head. Hypocrite. "And why not, may I ask?" She looked up at him and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I-ianto" She stuttered out. Jack visibly recoiled from the name that came from her still stung to hear his name. But why was she thinking of him now.

"What about I-…" He cleared his throat, and took a deep breath. It wouldn't do to let Gwen see him cry. "What about him?" He said. He tried as hard as he could to sound nonchalant as he possibly could.

"I just. I remembered something he had said." Gwen regained control of herself. She had to find a way to keep Jack off track of what she meant. Ianto had made her promise never to tell him. She assumed that he had never told him about his past, so she couldn't use that as an excuse. But maybe...

"The Doctor." She really hoped this worked. "I think The Doctor told him about it once. Cause he mentioned it. I just didn't know it was you"

"The Doctor? Why would he tell…him?" The captain was taken aback. It wasn't like The Doctor to talk about pasts, his or otherwise.

"I dunno." Gwen pretended to brush off the question. She really just wanted to shout at his face all that she had just found out. "Ianto was pretty upset that day. Maybe he wanted to cheer him up with an anecdote." She was just happy that she was right about The Doctor knowing about Jack's past.

It didn't escape Gwen's notice that Jack was on the verge of tears. She could tell he was trying horribly hard to look strong. She let out a deep sad sigh.

"I miss him, too. I'm so sorry, Jack." She gave him a hug, and to her surprise he melted into it, deeply needing the comfort.

"I don't want to go any longer without him. I can't do it anymore." It broke her heart.

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry." She couldn't think of anything else to say.

Years and years later, Jack was still suffering without him. He lost friends, family, his very own body and name, but nothing compared with the hole in his life left by Ianto Jones. And so after so long of being without him, it came as a shock to see him once more again. When he saw the young archivist helping his young self through the ward, he didn't know what to think. Could the universe be this cruel? He was hallucinating, he had to be. But then, what was The Doctor saying? He remembered this, didn't he? It was him. It was actually him. Oh, God. It was finally him.

"Ianto Jones."

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