A/N: Well, here's the final chapter. Thanks to all who have read and reveiwed! You guys rock! And a BIG thanks to Lady Clark, who saved this fic.

Gwen's POV

It had been two weeks since Gray had captured us and tortured us all in some way or another. Ianto was alive and recovering, enjoying us mothering him for once, though it wouldn't last long…not all of us know how to use the coffee machine. Owen is also well and healed up rather quickly, he wasn't as badly injured as Ianto had been. Tosh is radiant, I think it has something to do with the fact she and Owen are officially dating…that and she seems pretty happy having me around again. It was good to be around again.

Unfortunately, Jack had been depressed. I couldn't blame him, his baby brother was a psycho and his ex-lover was dead. We ended up freezing Gray; the young man is now asleep besides the young sleeper we froze weeks before I left. I didn't know what to say to him to make him feel better though. In a way I missed John. He was just misunderstood. And he had saved my life.

And me? Well, I haven't left the Hub yet, if that tells you anything. I've been sleeping on the couch here, not really ready to face Rhys yet. I've been wearing Jack's clothes as well, I enjoy the scent…Jackish is the only word for it – is that even a real word? None of us were ready to leave the Hub. When I wasn't kipping on the couch I' was curled up with the whole gang in the med bay. Owen said it's because we all went through the same thing and we found comfort sleeping beside each other. Personally, I think we all missed each other.

Today I am taking the first steps. I'm going to go over to the flat, break up with Rhys, pack up my stuff and move down to the Hub…until I can find somewhere else that is.

Jack drove me over. The tension in the car was thick, but neither of us said anything, each in our own thoughts. He looked tired, even though he'd been with us every night for the past fourteen days. He walked with me up to the door and knocked three times.

Rhys answered. His hair was in a mess and he looked like he'd lost a bit of weight…finally. Shock registered on his face quickly followed by anger which was quickly replaced with relief. I looked at him, but felt nothing. No love, no adoration, nothing. Just pain and bitterness. But I was better off without him.

"Gwen? Where the hell have you been? Our wedding was a week ago!" he snapped, running a hand through his hair. It looked like he'd stuck his finger in an electric socket. "I stood there looking like a fool!"

I felt my blood boil. I couldn't help it, I swung my fist into his nose. "That's for cheating on me," I spat. I think I broke something. Jack was sniggering behind me.

I pushed Rhys outside and slammed the door shut, leading Jack inside. I offered him a drink but he refused, of which I was glad. I had so many memories of this place, I wanted to just get out as quickly as I could and forget them all. To bad I was immune to retcon – not that you could choose which memories to get rid of anyway.

"I'm missing some photos," I said sadly, as I packed the last of my belongings.

"What photos?" Jack asked, looking shifty and uncomfortable.

"The ones of us," I sighed, sitting on the couch. "You know, the ones of the Christmas party, New Years, that day at the beach…one of the only times I have ever seen Ianto out of his suit," I let out a small laugh.

"We took them," Jack said with a shrug. "You erased your memory, remember? We had to. I have them in my office if you want them back."

I nodded. "Yes please."

Jack hauled my suitcase and sports bag into the SUV while I took a final look around the place I had once considered home. I didn't know where Rhys was, I didn't care either. I reached down and slowly slid the engagement ring off of my finger and slammed in on the counter. I slammed the door shut again and climbed into the SUV.

"Before we go home…" I started, but he cut me off.

Jack looked at me funny. "Home?" he asked in an amused tone.

"The Hub," I elaborated, and looked out the window. "It is my home," I said to him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

He gave a cheesy, Jackish grin. "Well, it's nice to have such a beautiful roommate, Janet isn't much of a looker." But his heart wasn't in the joke like it used to be.

We drove in silence. I stared ahead, unfocused and not really thinking. Trees were blurs of green, signs were blurs of grey, car were blurs of whatever colour they were, mostly blues and reds. I shifted in my seat, John's final words playing in my head like a broken record.

I took a deep breath and asked the question that had been playing in my mind for weeks. "Jack, I need to know," I said, looking at him, but not making eye contact. "What John said, is it true? Do you love me?"

He waited a couple of seconds before answering. "Why do you need to know?" he asked in a stone cold voice. I flinched, it reminded me too much of Gray's.

"Because…because I love you, and I don't want to attempt anything if you don't love me back," I admitted softly. If I was going to be living in the Hub I needed to know where we stood.

He pulled up in the underground parking lot. "Oh Gwen," he murmured, reaching over to take my hand in his. I automatically entwined our fingers. "I love you, so much. I love you more than life itself," he leaned in and kissed me gently. "I love you more than the air I breathe," then his lips were over mine again. I kissed him back, sucking gently on the bottom one. They were soft and warm; I couldn't help but let out a small moan.

Tosh's POV

We had just finished playing snooker. Much to Owen's chagrin I won all five games. However, he did enjoy the show when I was leaning over the table to take my shot. We picked up a pizza (vegetable, neither of us was prepared to eat meat, not since the incident that made Gwen leave) and had a small picnic in the park, enjoying the fresh air and being together.

It was our first night out of the Hub in months. The pair of us had been scared to leave in case Jack, Gwen and Ianto were to get captured or killed. Owen said it was something that happens after survivors suffer a traumatic experience. Personally, I think we all missed Gwen, we all wanted to comfort Jack and we were all scared Ianto was going to get hurt and not survive this time. Luckily, his injuries had healed nicely with the help of some alien technology.

Owen walked me to my front door, his arm never leaving my shoulder. It was a warmth that I never wanted to let go of.

"I guess this is goodbye," Owen said shyly, I never knew that git could be shy. But I'd found out there was a lot I'd hadn't known about him before we started dating.

"Yeah," I said, unlocking the front door. "Unless, I don't know, you want to stay for coffee or something?"

"Coffee would be good," he said, but he wasn't looking at me properly, his eyes were drawn to my mouth.

I threaded my hands through his hair and pulled his lips down to meet mine. He responded instantly, pushing me inside, kicking the door shut and then pushing me against the wall.

Bugger the coffee, I was going straight to bed with this guy.

Ianto's POV

I was finally free from my prison after what felt like years. While I was healing up from the torture sessions Gray had given me I was literally smothered to death. Gwen cooked chicken soup, Tosh kept bringing me entertainment, Owen kept checking me over in case he missed something, Jack would plump my pillows, bring me flowers and grapes. And all four of them would sleep on top of me.

I don't care that Owen said it was some post traumatic stress syndrome, he still snores, Tosh still kicks in her sleep, Gwen keeps drooling on my shoulder and Jack keeps saying Gwen's name in his sleep. Or perhaps moaning is more accurate.

The first thing I did the moment I left the Hub was check my flat over. Cleaned it, watered the plants, threw out mouldy food etc. I still hadn't found Tosh's bugs…I bet anything that she had more on me now than ever.

I put on my best suit and went to the nearest gay bar. I didn't risk having any alcohol. I did, however, had a lovely orange juice.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?" I heard someone say from behind me.

I looked up to see a young man with short, spiky blonde hair. He smiled warmly, his white teeth gleaming. He was gorgeous.

"S-sure" I stammered, blushing slightly. Strange, since when do I stammer?

"Jake Simmonds," he said, extending his hand.

"Ianto Jones," I replied, taking it in mine.

The next morning I woke up with a gorgeous man in my bed.

Tosh's POV

The next morning I woke to the delightful smell of Owen's...cooking? I got out of bed and pulled on the T-shirt he had been wearing the previous night. I left my room and walked into the kitchen. He was standing in his boxers frying bacon. Who knew he could cook?

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Morning," I whispered, my voice hazy from sleep.

He turned around and brushed some stray locks of dark hair from my face. His hair was sticking up at strange angles and his eyes were molten chocolate. He smiled and kissed me gently.

Gwen's POV

The next morning I woke up to Jack covering my face in kisses. What a way to greet the day?

"I missed you," he murmured when he noticed I was awake.

I smiled. "I've been missing you too," I whispered softly, before pulling him up for a proper snog.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it! The sequel should be up soon - look out for "Wedding From Hell".