Jack and Ianto spent the night at a posh hotel in city before teleporting to Dehli, India. The British flag was flying at various places around the city, so it clearly wasn't modern times.

"When are we?" Ianto said as Jack took his hand and lead him towards a grassy area near the river.

"Early 20th century," Jack said. He looked down at his vortex manipulator. "January 14, 1914."

"Wow," Ianto said, looking around. When they'd arrived at the river side Jack took out another of his blankets and placed it on the ground. And they sat as always and Jack began his story again.

"In 1902 I made the wonderful decision to start up a savings account which has been growing ever since. Someday, I'll be able to retire from Torchwood without worrying, but when you're going to live forever, a retirement fund isn't exactly the easiest thing to come up with." Jack laughed at his own story. "In 1906, I made some pretty terrible life choices," Jack started. Ianto stared for a moment before he realized what Jack must be talking about.

"Jackson Leaves," Ianto said.

"Yeah. You remember that story?" Ianto nodded. "In 1909, I was in charge of a group of soldiers travelling through Lahore, Pakistan via train. I was part of con trying to steal the diamonds that the soldiers were guarding."

"I thought you'd given up the cons?" Ianto raised his eyebrow at Jack.

"I did. It was a Torchwood con." He eyed Ianto knowingly. "We still do those on occasion you'll remember."

"Of course," Ianto said, smiling.

"But anyway. In Lahore, some of the soldiers had been out in the tank and they'd run over and killed a young child. That was bad enough in itself, but unlucky for them, she was a Chosen One. And the Fairies were having none of that, so of course along they came and killed us all." Jack's face twitched slightly at the memory. "Of course, I woke up a few minutes later to find the train car full of dead soldiers all of whom were under my command."

"I remember that one, too." Ianto said, nodding.

"Yeah, I figured you might. But anyway in 1914, I left Torchwood for a while, went into the military for real this time. Went to war. World War I. I 'survived' a bullet to the head and of course they had me in the hospital for a long while, because they found me before I'd healed completely. The looks on their faces when they removed the bandage the first time to see the wound completely gone were pretty priceless."

"I imagine so," Ianto said, laughing slightly.

"By 1918, I was still at war, but back in Cardiff, new faces had taken over Torchwood Three. Gerald Carter and Harriet Derbyshire," Jack nodded at Ianto when he seemed to remember the names. "They're the ones who put Tommy in suspended animation."

"Oh, right!"

"When I returned from war, my next assignment as the Night Travellers. You remember them?" Ianto nodded and Jack continued. "Then in 1924, I was sent here, to Delhi."

"What for?"

"To shut down Torchwood India. Don't you remember our trip here?"

"Ohhhhhhhh," Ianto said suddenly. "Right! I'd forgotten about that. Wasn't a very successful mission, was it?"

"Seemed like it was at the time," Jack recalled. "Had a bit of a fling with Eleanor, their leader while I was in town, but got the operation shut down alright…or so I thought."

"Yeah," Ianto nodded.

"In 1927, I was sent on another mission to New York City. I was there to stop the Trickster's Brigade, who were trying to put a parasite in the president's brain. Nasty business. Anyway it was back to Ellis Island for me. I was waiting in a line for my visa when a man, Angelo Colasanto, took it from me. I confronted him and got the visa back and he was detained in a cell on the island. But I felt bad, so I went to see him. We talked for a while and I used this," Jack pointed to his vortex manipulator, "to make him a visa of his own. He was freed and we continued on to the city. We shared a room and had a very heated relationship."

"You had sex with the man that stole your visa?" Jack nodded. "Only you, Jack. Only you." Ianto shook his head.

"We went to the warehouse where the parasite was being kept to destroy it. After we killed it, we were caught. They killed me and captured and imprisoned Angelo for a little more than a year. When I woke up and found out this information, I returned to Cardiff and continued my missions for Torchwood. However, the next year, on the day of Angelo's release, I returned to New York to greet him. I tried to convince him I'd only been playing dead, but he didn't believe me. He thought I was the devil and stabbed me through the heart."

"He killed you?" Jack nodded. "He steals your visa, gets arrested, kills you, and you slept with him. You really are one of a kind, Jack."

"I didn't know he was going to kill me!" Ianto sighed as Jack's excuses. "I came back to life of course a few minutes later. He was shocked. He and some of his friends chained me up and tortured me. They thought my immortality was some sort of miracle or blessing. Three men came into the room where I was. I didn't know their names, but luckily soon after, Angelo decided I was alright after all and helped me escape. We got to the roof and there was nowhere left to run, so I jumped."

"Suicide," Ianto said. "That's a new one."

"Suicide, isn't really much when you know you'll be coming back to life in a few minutes."

"Suppose that's true," Ianto said, smiling. "So what happened after that?"

"I woke up. Angelo hadn't caught up yet, so I ran and I got back to Cardiff before he could find me. Haven't seen him since. I don't even know if he's still around. Not sure if I want to know, actually." Jack shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ianto. "Am I boring you with these stories?"

"No," Ianto shook his head. "It's fascinating. You're life. You're history. I want to know about you, Jack." He smiled. Jack smiled in return and then kissed him quickly before continuing his story.

"In the early 1940s, I met Estelle Cole. She was gorgeous. We met at the Astoria Ballroom."

"The Fairy lady? Right?"

"Yeah," Jack smiled slightly, but his expression fell. "I loved her. She was really wonderful. Pity I had to go to war. Even bigger pity I don't age." He nodded solemnly.

"That's not a pity, Jack. Going to war, sure, but not aging? Isn't that every person's dream?"

Jack laughed. "You know, I guess you're right. But I do age," he corrected. "Just not very fast. It isn't noticeable over an average lifetime."

Ianto shook his head. "You haven't changed, at all, since I met you."

"I probably won't change noticeably before you die," Jack said, a tear falling from the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Ianto shook his head.

"You know the story of what happened in 1965." Jack looked very much like he did not want to talk about those events at all. Ianto gave a stiff nod. "In the early 1970s, Torchwood hired on a young Italian girl, Lucia Moretti."

"Alice's mum?"

Jack nodded. "Alice or well Melissa was born in 1975. By the end of 1976, Lucia had grown scared of me and my immortality and she sent Melissa into the witness protection program. That's when she got the name Alice. I didn't do much for Torchwood after that until Lucia retired. It was too awkward for everyone and I hated seeing her like that. However, it wasn't long after she retired that I became a full-time employee rather than just a contracted worker for Torchwood. I did eventually find Alice, as I guess you can assume and we became cordial at best. When he mother died in 2006, I tried to convince her that I could help her, but she wouldn't let me. I went to her wedding. The got divorced not long after, Steven was born." It was clear to Ianto that talking about his family was making Jack upset.

"I know, Jack. I know about them, at least a little bit. You don't have to tell me," Ianto said, embracing Jack awkwardly from where they were sitting on the blanket. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and buried his face in Ianto's shoulders as he took a deep breath. "It's going to be alright. You can go and see them when we get back to Cardiff," Ianto said. Jack offered a weak smile as he sat up and they released each other.

"I'm sorry," Jack said through deep breaths. He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I just wished I'd been able to be around for her growing up. I feel like a terrible father every time I look at her."

"You're not a terrible father, Jack. Lucia, wasn't the world's greatest mum though. She kept your daughter from you and that's not exactly fair, but there's nothing you can do about. Not now." Jack offered another weak smile. "What did you do when you became a full-time agent of Torchwood, then?" Ianto asked, trying to change the topic.

Jack swallowed and smiled more genuinely. "During the '90s, I went to London frequently. I watched Rose Tyler growing up. From a distance of course. I couldn't cross our timelines before it was time."

"That's nice," Ianto said, cheerfully. "Did she have a good childhood?"

"She really did. I'm glad I got to see that side of Rose. The Pre-Doctor version. She was great kid. But December 31, 1999 was one of the most eventful days Torchwood Three will ever see."

"Why's that?"

"Alex, our leader, gathered the team at the Hub. Everyone except me," Jack swallowed hard. "He shot them. Killed everyone and waited for me to show up right at midnight. Said there was an oncoming storm, something humanity could not face. He said 'The twenty-first century is when everything changes, and we're not ready.' Then she shot himself, leaving me in charge of Torchwood Three as the only surviving member of the team."

"Why would he do that?"

Jack shook his head. "I don't know, but he did. I cleaned up the Hub. Put all of their bodies in storage. When I went to the vaults to put the bodies away and I came across two in suspended animation and when I looked up their files I found that they had been taken by the rift and brought back at another time. They were broken people. Not really human anymore, but not anything else, either. That's when I set up the institution on Flat Holm Island. I hired carers, told them they were experiments gone wrong. Couldn't tell them the truth of course. I go a visit sometimes. I could bare leave they frozen and alone in the vaults. It wasn't right."

"But Flat Holm Island. It's deserted. No one lives there. It's just scrubland."

Jack smiled and shook his head. "No, that's where we keep the people that the Rift spits back at us now." He nodded and smirked. "Gwen found out the hard way why we don't tell their families. Remember Jonah Bevan, the missing boy?"

Ianto nodded.

"Gwen took his mother there to see him. Nasty shock for both of them when we started screaming bloody murder like he does every day for most of his time. She didn't understand. She wouldn't listen. Now his mum's more scarred than she would have been never knowing at all."

"That's horrible."

"It was." Jack nodded. "But after I got that set up, I went about trying to recruit a new team, but I ended up alone for almost three years, before I got Suzie on board. She was good. She saw me hunting a Weevil one night and was really helpful, so I gave her the job."

"Toshiko came on board in 2004. She had worked for Lodmoor Research Facility, the Ministry of Defense. She was blackmailed with her mother's life and stole the schematics, though faulty, and created a working sonic modulator. UNIT had her arrested and held without trial in their facility. I went and got her and gave her a job with us."

"Sonic modulator? That's how Tosh got her job?" Ianto laughed.

"Yeah," Jack nodded. "She was good. Too good. I recruited Owen in 2006. His fiancé, Katie, had a parasite in her brain. An alien parasite. The medical community thought it just a tumor, but Owen knew it wasn't. The parasite killed the operating team when they opened the top of Katie's skull. I arrived on the scene, not long after Owen realized something was wrong and explained it to him before taking body." Jack paused. "She's in the vaults, too. I couldn't let that out. Alien parasites are some nasty business. Owen blabbed about the alien to anyone who'd listen, but of course no one believe him. I went back and offered the job with Torchwood and he came on board."

Ianto laughed. "Owen was engaged."

"I know," Jack said. "I find that rather hard to believe, too. Two weeks after I hired him, Owen was too hung-over to do his job, so Tosh had to fill in for him. The Doctor needed some help looking at a space-pig. It wasn't an alien, but it had been modified by one."

"Tosh did an autopsy?"

Jack nodded. "Not half-bad actually." Jack smiled. "Later that year, Torchwood One destroyed a Sycorax ship over London, under orders from Harriet Jones, then Prime Minister. When I was inspecting the wreckage I found a severed hand that was still somehow alive. I used my manipulator to scan it and sure enough it belonged to the Doctor. I kept that hand as I'm sure you remember. It turned out to be useful in the end."

"How?"

"That part comes later," Jack laughed. "But, the next part of the story, I think you might be familiar with. 2007, Torchwood One at Canary Wharf was destroyed. I continued working for Torchwood Three. We were however given a lot more freedom and I reinvented our whole strategy. A bit later that year, you joined out team. I don't suppose I have to tell you that story."

Ianto laughed. "No, you really don't."