55. Seventy-Eight Deaths in

They walked into Thames house and Ianto squared his shoulders.

He fingered the device in his pocket and watched Jack as he postured and primped, unaware of what his little Welshman had up his sleeve, (or in his pocket).

"We have already taken action."

Jack turned to Ianto with a frown.

"I love you" Ianto said calmly, "But I ordered the evacuations because if this. Please Jack, if you ever trusted me, trust me now."

Jack nodded silently as Ianto held out his hand and pressed the button in his pocket.

The Tardis appeared around them, grinding as she arrived, both men finding the Doctor and River leaning against the console, surprised looks on their faces.

"Good afternoon" Ianto smiled, then removed the orb from the other pocket.

"How did you do that!" The doctor demanded with glee.

"She helped" Ianto said cryptically.

The Doctor accepted the orb and blanched, handing it to River as he headed for the door.

She snarled as she handed it to Jack and followed her husband.

Jack blinked.

"Now, at the end, you know it all" Ianto sighed.

"I don't understand" Jack said softly, "All those deaths."

"No cariad" Ianto smiled as a figure appeared behind Jack, her golden hair swirling around her face as she smiled. "All those awakenings."

"Where there is death, I bring life" Bad Wolf whispered and Jack slowly turned to look at his savior.

Their savior.

"Is this the end?" Ianto asked, "Did I finally choose the path you needed me to?"

"No. Yes." Bad wolf said with a pout, "This is … what is was supposed to be."

"So, no more groundhog day?" Ianto slumped with relief, fear, he wasn't sure.

"No more waking up in the past" she smiled, then turned on the spot, swirling into golden dust, her voice whispering as it echoed in the walls of the Tardis.

"You will always wake, though."

Both men stared at each other with silent shock as it became real.

Time started.

The faint yelling of the Doctor wafted through the door as he smote those who would harm his favorite apes.

A Storm raged as a River flowed alongside.

Poor bastards didn't stand a change.

Ianto leaned against the console and grinned.

Jack wept.

Time ... moved forward.

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Thanks for reading, I may do a sequel, another role play where we decide what the boys get up to with their new found life together.

Who knows.

You do know I'm quite bloody mad, right?