Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, no copyright infringement intended. If you still want to sue, bring Ianto back to Jack first.

Warnings: Spoilers for almost everything except novels and comics. Not beta-read and English's not my native language, but I got my usual beta-testing by SOY. Before this, you should read Eclipse on the Lost Lovers, but I think you can easily guess what happened along the way. The story will turn crossover from chapter 4 with the introduction of Dr Who situations and characters not included in the basic Torchwood storyline, but the entire story will stay Torchwoodverse. No Jack Harkness got harmed during the writing of this chapter.

Remember

The night was cold, silent and completely dark. The sky was a black curtain empty of stars, and without the few working lights at the sides of the road, it would have been almost impossible to walk around the streets at such late hour in the night.

Jack had no idea why he had waited this long to come here, but now no matter what the hour was, he had to do this. It was true that they still had a week, but he had kept himself shielded from reality too much and too long, and it had finally come the time for him to confront the one woman he had probably hurt the most with his continuous running-away charade.

He had to confront her now, before someone could come and help him find excuses to delay something he was supposed to have done not just three months prior to this evening, but way before that. Way before that damn day of four years before.

Even if he still felt skittish about the final confrontation, he knew that he had at least to give her enough time to elaborate the same information that had kept him on his toes for the last three months. After all his attempts to stay away from her house, he knew he owned her that much.

He looked at his mobile and sighed: it was 10:15 PM already. A pretty bad time to come unannounced in a house with two young children; Jack cursed himself, wondering what had kept him away so long that it ended up on a matter of 'do it now or never'.

Oh yeah: good old guilt.

A word that had marked his life in more ways than one would think possible: guilt for letting Grey's hand go, guilt for putting people in danger through his irresponsible cons, guilt from coming back to life when others didn't, guilt about appearing young while his friends and lovers kept getting old, guilt from the wrong decisions he made, guilt for the blood he had to spill, guilt for the truths he couldn't tell.

Jack checked once again the address to be certain he was finally in front of the right house, and felt a little more relieved seeing the lights inside one of the rooms at ground floor. Maybe he would be unwelcome, but at least he didn't wake them up in the middle of the night. That had to count as a plus, didn't it?

He thought about ringing the doorbell for a moment, but after a more attentive consideration he chose to simply knock on the door and hope that someone would hear it, since he wasn't certain if the kids were still awake or not.

After a few moments of confused noise and loud chattering in a mix of English and Welsh from inside the house, finally someone opened the door, and he found himself staring into the suspicious eyes of Rhiannon Davies.

* Three months before *

Jack woke up from a nap he didn't remember taking, and tried to open his eyes to take in his still blurred surroundings. Even though he felt confused and completely out of sorts, he realised all too soon that he was inside a tent: he knew this couldn't be good. After all the last time he went camping, he and his co-workers had ended up almost being cannibalized.

A sharp pain stabbed his chest as soon as the memory crossed his mind, bringing forward way more recent events.

His co-workers. All except Gwen were now dead. His brave and gentle lover included.

All of sudden he had no desire to get up at all.

He was rudely dragged back from his dazed reverie by a light rustling noise, like the one of a material being moved, suddenly followed by a way louder series of indistinct sounds.

"Rhys, he's awake!" Gwen's voice seemed nearby, but he was much too confused to place where she actually was at the moment, so he simply waited where he was, hoping that she would willingly stop making his head throb with her yells. "Jack! Oh my God Rhys! Jack's awake!"

A strong arm encircled his shoulders and Jack felt someone trying to help him in a sitting position. He tried to keep his head straight, but the only thing he could manage was resting it on the nearest available surface: Rhys's shoulder.

"You're fine, mate?" Rhys asked in a much softer tone than Gwen's yells, giving him a light slap on the cheek. "Gwen, a glass of water 'ere."

Jack heard someone scrambling around, moving pans, crashing glass and bouncing against plastic, until silence reigned again and he saw Gwen's legs approaching again with the corner of his eyes. After a moment, a glass of water was placed in front of him, lingering on his lips.

He grimaced at the cold wetness and tried to get away from the offending liquid, symbol of a life that seemed to keep mocking him wherever he went, but Rhys shifted him well enough to make him drink some of it anyway, with the practice of a perfectly trained father.

Despite his initial protests, the cold water actually cleared Jack's mind a little bit, and he felt good enough to try sitting up by himself again.

"Thanks." He muttered grumpily, holding his head with his hand.

"What happened, Jack?" Gwen knelt down in front of him, her big green eyes staring at him worried. "Where's Ianto? Has he already gotten back home with the others?"

Jack stared at her in disbelief. What the heck was she talking about?

"Gwen, Ianto's dead."

Contrary to every expectation, Gwen simply smiled at him.

"Well yes, at the moment… but you know that he won't stay that way for much longer. Anyhow, I was talking about the other Ianto, the one from the future."

His mouth fell open, but each time he tried to articulate something it seemed inappropriate or trivial, so in the end he simply shut it. Gwen reached for his cheek and stroked it, now sincerely concerned.

"You alright, Jack? It's not like you not babbling about." She cooed, trying to go for humour to hide her worry. "Future Ianto, remember? Big turtle aliens, my look-alike not speaking Welsh, black Owen, and cheeky siblings?"

Jack's eyes stared at her without giving any sign of recognizing what she was talking about. It was like he not only did not remember, but also like he couldn't make any sense out of what she was talking about. Gwen watched him intently for a while, hoping to get some reaction, but she realized soon that everything was in vain. She nodded, tightening her lips in her trademark 'I'm-trying-to-reassure-you' smile, and took one of his arms tight in hers, motioning for Rhys to do the same with the other.

"Ok, love." She said, talking slowly. "Nothing to worry about, now. We'll get you to the nearest hospital. You won't have to worry about a single thing."

The restriction and the sudden loss of the leading role finally got some reaction out of Jack.

"Let me get this straight: you talk about meeting a dead man and I need to get myself checked up in a hospital. Who's the one sounding mental here?" Jack argued, trying to free himself without much luck.

"The alternative is me taking a blood sample out of you, would you like that?" She quickly replied deadly serious.

Jack glared at Gwen's determinate stare for a long time, then grimaced and eventually snarled at her.

"Lead the way."

They managed to get him inside the minivan and then set out for the hospital. As soon as Gwen finished calling the police, along with some other trusted people to clean up the remains of their camp and the attempted alien invasion Jack didn't remember happening, she finally relaxed at his side on the back seat of the car, smiling reassuringly at him. The captain answered with an angry look and simply kept sulking.

"Why are we using this minivan?" He snapped at her before she could start some of her reassuring tales. "We've got a completely new SUV back in Cardiff."

"We had weapons with us." She explained slowly and calmly. "Lots of. There wasn't enough space for them and us on the SUV."

"We are three." Jack complained with a hint of challenge, making Gwen's seraphic smile waver a bit.

"We were not three, Jack. There were five of us. You, me, black Owen, snarky sister and Ianto. Rhys went ahead with the snarky brother to build a device we needed in order to defeat them, but all the other weapons were with us."

Jack searched in his memory to find something vaguely similar to what Gwen was describing, but everything about the day before and that morning was blank. He shook his head and his best friend put her hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him.

"You think it's the same thing that made you forget me that time?" Rhys took his chance to ask his wife from the driver's seat. Gwen grimaced unsure.

"Hope is not. We never found out what it was in the end, and we all ended up forgetting two whole days." She said before turning to her boss. "Jack, you sure you remember absolutely nothing? Not even how you felt? You've been pretty shocked by Ianto's coming back, that must ring a bell."

"Last thing I remember was the graveyard." Jack said uncertain. "My heart breaking, looking at his tombstone. Then… I remember feeling warmth around me. Something… that made me believe that everything would turn out ok in the end. After that… just a dull pain, atrocious, worst I ever had. And despair. Then the warmness came again and everything else disappeared. Then I simply woke up."

"Pain, you say? Maybe you died?" Gwen guessed, sounding a little bit too hopeful for the subject at hand.

"It was worse than dying." Jack said looking straight in her eyes, not at all bothered by the casual ways everyone kept referring to his deaths. "It was like Thames House all over again."

Gwen smiled awkwardly. "So… Maybe you thought Ianto was dead again? But in the end he wasn't, and that reassured you."

Jack considered her words and shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

He mulled over the various things Gwen had told him since he'd woken up and considered how he felt. Dizziness aside, he could finally say that he was fine, even though thinking back, he remembered having been so desperate back at the graveyard that he was almost feeling sick.

The graveyard… The last thing he remembered was… hearing Ianto's voice? It sounded like that, now that he tried to remember, searching desperately for the exact point his memories had vanished. So, Gwen wasn't the crazy one, she actually had a point. Could it be that…

"Gwen, tell me the truth. You reckon they retconned me?"

She shuddered, but couldn't even pretend a forced smile this time. She simply swallowed and nodded at him. They stared at each other for a long time, before both turned their attention to the road, until the minivan eventually stopped.

"We're 'ere." Rhys announced. "You get going, I'll park the minivan."

Jack and Gwen sighed and then walked out the car to go and use up a bit of their newly restored authority. After they finally managed to get a nurse take Jack's blood sample and send it to the laboratories for an immediate analysis, they were left waiting for what it seemed like forever, until finally a young medic approached them.

"You're the members of Torchwood Cardiff, aren't you? The ones with the blood sample?"

They both nodded and approached the man, hoping and dreading at the same time that he finally had the much wanted results.

"Yeah, sorry to be a bother. We still don't have a doctor of our own so…" Gwen trailed off as the medic simply nodded to her.

"The nurse told me you were searching for a particular compound. Compound…"

"Compound B67," Jack supplied.

"Yeah. Well, we didn't find it in the blood sample we took actually." Jack and Gwen's faces fell at his words. "But we found something that we believe to be a derivative of that compound. Is quite original, if we discover that to be true, I must tell you that."

"A derivative?" Jack asked, astonished. "Does it mean that it has the same properties of the original?"

"Compound B67 is classified, so… You tell me, Captain Harkness. We have no way to verify that for sure, but being a derivative I'm fairly certain that the results are almost identical. We analyzed the data and cross-referenced the results with similar modifications in similar molecules. Whatever your compound does, this one is definitely a less aggressive version of the original and I would also say a little more stable and permanent one."

Unfortunately, there wasn't much more that the medic could do for them, even though he seemed competent enough to be kept on watch in case of a future recruitment. They simply thanked him and disappeared back to Rhys and the minivan, both still mulling over the news and making a mental note to call Martha later on for a deeper insight consultation.

The thought to actually let the young medic in Torchwood only stayed in their minds few seconds before they crossed it out. They had too much to deal with at the moment.

"So," Jack said after they got inside the car and briefed quickly Rhys on the recent discoveries. "To do a retcon-wise interpretation of what the doctor said, this particular derivative instead of wiping out everything giving a slight chance of recovery, could be a permanent removal of facts and events with the additional note that you can't prevent yourself from knowing that something was supposed to be there. Great. Simply perfect."

"I think it was sweet of him." Gwen countered warmly.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her suspiciously, waiting for an explanation.

"Well, they were secretive about something, maybe you found out what it was eventually. He needed to erase that, but at the same time he didn't want to take away from you the love you shared. Even though he was here only for a small time, he really managed to bring you back, Jack."

Silence fell among them as he pondered what she had told him, letting Rhys take the main road and drive them through the long ride back to Cardiff.

"How was he?" Jack asked after a long time.

Gwen didn't need explanation for that question so out of the blue, since it was quite obvious who her friend was referring to.

"Ianto." She answered, smiling at him. "He was simply Ianto. He got you back from the bottom as if work of magic, just being his mysterious and charming self."

A knowing smirk graced his lips, as he considered how Ianto's magic could work. Truth to be told he didn't feel like he had sex recently, but his tired muscles and the dull calmness all over himself made him rather certain that they had been at least fooling around. And he had drunk Ianto's coffee. He was sure he could feel the orgasmic sensation his lover's coffee had on him still lingering.

Maybe he had been wrong about the drug. Compared to the normal retcon, he definitely liked this new version better, even without the chance to recover what he had lost.

"You said he will be back?"

"Our Ianto will be, yes. In three months." Gwen confirmed, but had to take a deep breath before continuing. "Ianto said it will be a big deal to take in for everyone, and that he will need our help. Didn't say why though."

Jack smirked bitterly at her, easily guessing what the problem was going to be.

"It's awkward being back again when you thought you had already crossed the line forever, Gwen, and I can talk from experience. At least the hub is as it was, that could help him not to feel like four years passed."

"Still four years have passed Jack, and that hub's a grave. We need to make it alive again. He said so himself."

Jack looked at her, never feeling more tired. "And how do we do that?"

Gwen smiled at him and tilted her head to the side, offering her simple solution. "We live and work in there, especially now that the rift is slowly becoming active again. It will be good for Ianto to know his work is still waiting for him, as unpredictable as he had always loved it. As much as he will certainly appreciate the strength his friends, family and boyfriend will provide."

Jack broke eye contact with her to glance uninterested at a distant point far across the road and frowned.

His boyfriend.

Sometimes he found himself thinking about Ianto as his boyfriend, but how much was it fair to Ianto if he considered himself his boyfriend now, even though he had never told him it was ok give a name to what they were? He knew his lover reasonably thought of himself as such, but how was he going to react at being called like that by Jack himself once back to the living?

It wasn't even a question, actually. He would believe he pitied him. And it would be pity also telling him he loved him, because Jack had never had the courage to say those stupid three words when he was alive, and he doubted Ianto would acknowledge what they had told each other at the House of Dead if by chance he remembered it.

His last memories would have been Jack telling him he was going to die like an ugly dog, that he would watch him die and go on with his life and that he didn't think Ianto was dependable enough to listen to his secrets. He would have the certainty that he had just been scraping the surface. Maybe that was the meaning of his lover's entire drama about couples… He had kept pointing it out because he wanted him to acknowledge they were one, the same way Jack had vaguely acknowledged that they were together back at the hospital, when they were retrieving the hitchhiker.

He hadn't even understood that Ianto wanted him to say out loud that they were a couple, despite their rough beginning, despite Torchwood and despite everything and everyone. He knew Ianto would have never imposed himself, that he would have never dared to ask. Ianto needed Jack to say it was ok, because not only was it hard for him admit his falling for a man, but also because officially they were still boss and underling, leader and part-time shag.

It was Jack's place to set the restrictions of their relationship, and he had failed him.

However, despite the loss of material memory, he was certain he remembered he had felt Ianto's love and his warmth, so there had to be still hope for the two of them. He just needed to figure out how they were going to go from the present mess to there.

"You worried? Let me help you with this, Jack. Rhys can join too if he wants." Gwen's mother hen expression faded away for a few seconds as she glared at her husband for support. Rhys saw that with the corner of his eye and obviously panicked, ending up stuttering on words.

"P-part time's fine with me. Considering Anwen, I-I mean. She needs at least a parent that can stay with her, but every time you need help you can count on me!"

The ghost of a smile appeared on Jack's lips and he thanked them before losing himself again in his thoughts, hoping to remember something more about the last 24 hours. He stared at nowhere for a long time, until he finally realized he had left out an important matter among all the things Gwen had told him.

"Shit, we'll have to tell Rhiannon."

Gwen's eyes widened and she swallowed, Rhys paled visibly and Jack slumped deeper on his seat, boneless , while the silence reigned in the car for the rest of their trip back to Cardiff.

* Back to the present *

"No gentleman shows up at this hour in a house with two kids sleeping! Don't you dare ring and get lost! We buy nothin'."

Rhiannon was already closing the door when Jack leaped over and grabbed the knob to keep it open. The glare she threw at him almost made him completely lose the grip.

"I just need a moment of your time, it's important." Jack tried to explain quickly in order to prevent her reactions. "And yes, I do realise it's late, in every possible meaning, but I was too much of a coward to do this before."

He noticed her glare melting away as she raised an enquiring eyebrow at him. He eventually let the handle go, hoping that he could trust her enough to not shut him out. Jack not only knew that Rhiannon's will to listen to him didn't mean he was already in a safe zone, but also that his only hope was that the sister was less calculative than her brother.

Last time he had found himself in the same situation with Ianto, as soon as he had let the knob go, his extremely irate lover had smiled mischievously at him and closed the door back in his face. Luckily, Rhiannon had no reason to be angry at him yet, and the small hint of curiosity in her eyes made him hope for a good outcome of the visit. She opened the door a little wider, but she still didn't step aside, regarding his suspiciously.

"You say who you are fist. And know that my husband went to get the rifle. If you want to try something funny, you chose the wrong family, mate."

Jack swallowed, reasonably suspecting that his name wasn't in the Davies's good list to begin with, and it would probably rise up to the top bad ones the moment he would tell them the reason for his visit.

"I'm captain Jack Harkness-"

"You're police!?" She interrupted him with a frown, closing the door a bit more. "We want nothin' to do with you after-"

"I'm no police!" Jack retorted, trying to stay calm and cursing himself for always beginning things the wrong way with all the Jones he met from this particular family. "And I don't want anything to do with them either for your same reasons!"

Contrary to his previous assumption, that actually made Rhiannon's anger utterly deflate. She looked at him puzzled and a bit hurt, as she swallowed, fearing the answer her question could get.

"What d'you mean?"

"I'm Jack, Ianto's boss… Ianto's boyfriend."

"Oh." She whispered, letting the door knob go, as her arms fell to her sides. "Little late for gettin' and givin' condolences you are."

"I-I know." He said sadly and lowered his eyes. "May I come in?"

Rhiannon nodded and moved aside, gesturing him to go inside the kitchen. Once he got there he found Johnny glaring at him suspiciously. Rifle-less. Rhiannon had fooled him well; he knew it had to run in the family.

As soon as the woman joined them in the kitchen, Johnny's stare fixed on his wife.

"What does this mean, Rhia? Who the fuck is the bloke!?"

"Don't shout! The kids are in bed!" She shouted, glaring at him severely. "And keep quiet, he's Ianto's bloke, not mine!"

Silence reigned for a few seconds, while Johnny's stare moved back to Jack, eyeing him distrustfully and scanning him from head to toe. In the Welshmen head lots of not-so-nice definitions passed for the captain: the faggot who fucked his secretary, the coward without the guts to make an appearance at Ianto's funeral, the bastard responsible for Ianto's death –because leaders are there to take the blame.

Eventually, he found something he believed proper enough to say.

"You're so old you could be his father… But he always liked older, even girlfriends."

Jack snorted, but realized after his experience with Rhys that he had got off lightly. Rhiannon on the other hand shook her head, and glared at them both.

"Be quiet I said, and sit down! Both of you!"

However when all of them were seated, no one had the daring to be the first to talk. In the end Rhiannon glanced nonchalantly at Jack, her full lips barely visible behind her hands and pursed in concentration.

"So… What've you done in these four years? You've been so quick disappearing that you didn't even make it to his funeral." Her stare became more piercing with each sentence, like she was consciously building up a crescendo of guilt to throw at him. "We've never seen you. Barely knew who you were."

Trust a Jones not to take it from afar and score nevertheless. Jack took a deep breath and stared at a random point in Rhiannon's general direction, not trusting himself to actually look at her in the eyes.

"I've…travelled the Earth to find a way to have him back, but when I managed to get him, well… things didn't go as planned. I failed even my own suicide. I fled everywhere and nowhere in particular. Came back, went to America a couple of times… I thought I was getting better, turns out I really wasn't."

Jack realized that the even tone he had managed through the story was wavering, so he had to stop in order to let the lump constricting his throat shrink enough to let him actually explain his visit. Rhiannon noticed his moment of pain and reached for his hand, patting it comfortingly.

"So you came back?" She smiled, taking in Jack's appearance. "You look a fairly decent though. I s'ppose."

"Well, that's the reason I came here actually." Jack said in a whisper, taking a deep breath. "Gwen and Ianto told you that we deal with aliens and strange things, and this is what Torchwood is trying to do even now. I can't offer many details, because that part of my memory has been erased, but something came up."

"But what I can tell you," He continued, finally focussing straight on Rhiannon's eyes. "Is that Ianto will come back soon. A future version of him came to help us dealing with some aliens and he said that in less than a week he is going to be revived."

"Even admitting that this is true…" She argued, not actually knowing what to make of Jack's predicament. "You say you have no memories, how can you be sure of this?"

"Gwen met him and I saw a scrap of footage that hasn't been deleted with the rest. He looked a bit older and had a couple of grey hairs… But he was Ianto. She said we also tested him and he proved to be the real one. There are still the results on the logs. And…" Jack trailed off, uncertain if he wanted or not share the last bit of information with the Davies.

"And?" Johnny urged him to go on.

"And I-I…" Jack sighed and decided to let out everything in a single rush, no matter how crazy it sounded. "I know you can call me weird, but…even though I don't remember the facts and the people, I remember how I felt in those 24 hours with him. And God, I felt good."

Rhiannon and Johnny raised their eyebrows at him, but it took Jack some time to realize what the others' stares meant. When it clicked he simply rolled his eyes and scowled at them. "Not that! I just felt loved. Loved the way he loved me."

"Look, your story is… incredible." Johnny said, trying to be a little bit more considerate in his choice of words this time. "But, you know, after four years you still didn't get over his death… Don't you think that -just maybe- your friend made everything up just to make you happy? Just a suggestion 'ere, mate. Don't take it wrong."

"I am sure. Even thought she had faked all the records at the base, it wouldn't explain the way I feel."

"Maybe you only convinced yourself. Pain can do that." Rhiannon offered tenderly, but Jack simply stood up, determination flaring in his eyes.

"Look, I'm not here for counselling. I just wanted to let you know this beforehand, because things will be hell for Ianto when he wakes up. If he's not going to have his family's support, I need to know it beforehand. I don't want to make things too hard on him when he will be asking for you."

"Don't be stupid, mate!" Johnny roared, slamming his hands on the table and getting on his feet to level with Jack's eyes. "Of course he has our support! We need no time to think that over! We're the only family he's got, for God's sake! If he really comes back, it's just how things have to be: for him to be part of his own family again!"

It took all Jack's strength to not openly comment how homoerotic the situation was getting. He would need some private time to think about how these situations happened with the Welshmen. Always with the Welshmen.

Focusing back on the matter at hand, Jack took a moment to look closely at Johnny and then at Rhiannon. In their eyes he could see the same hurt he was feeling. Since more or less they knew about Torchwood, he had momentarily forgotten that they were just ordinary civilians. It was obvious that they did not dare to hope having Ianto back. Still, they were a family that was willing to stay as such, and he only had to hope that they would keep that in mind even in front of the actual deed.

He knew too well what being refused by your own family meant, and he would never wish it to his lover.

"Thank you."

Rhiannon stared concernedly at him and pressed her lips tight together, like she was struggling to say something, but she didn't know how to formulate it. Eventually she simply stood up and walked steadily next to Jack, gripping strongly his arm with her hand.

"I want you to call me when you go to get him. No matter the hour, just call me."

Jack smirked bitterly at her. "Why? Because families stick together?"

She wetted her lips and then nodded. "Yeah. Because you're part of this family too if you want to."

He looked at her puzzled, not understanding the meaning behind those words.

"Whether Ianto comes back or not," Rhiannon said slowly. "A member of my family's going to need me when it happens… Or not happens for what that matter."

Jack let her words sunk in, fretting at the thought of letting himself fall for the illusion of belonging to a proper family again. Hope was painful for him, and Ianto had been a quite vivid reminder of it.

"I thought you hated me." He tried to reason, frowning at her.

"Can't like the one who stole my brother now, can I?" Jack found himself laughing at the words of the stubborn woman. "And four years is a long time. Never been said we deny help when needed."

"I'm no good with families." He argued, not having the slightest idea of how to deal with Rhiannon's offering considering his current situation with Ianto.

"No need to be, we're good enough. Just follow the lead."

Again Jack had to stifle a laugh, and this time Rhiannon joined too, her eyes shining in delight as she closed up the space between them even more.

"Now" Rhiannon stated, tightening her grip on Jack's arm and leading him towards the couch. "First things first: material needs. You sleep here tonight, not a word about it. Tomorrow, you'll have a good home-cooked breakfast, and only when I'm sure you are fine and well rested you're free to go."

"Actually-" Jack tried to argue, but Johnny patted him on the shoulder to stop him and shook his head.

"Don't try that, mate. Never worked." Then he pointed upstairs and made sign to Jack to follow him. "Get a blanket or you'll be freezin' down 'ere."

Jack gave a last appreciative look at Rhiannon and then followed Johnny upstairs. He ended up in what he supposed to be their bedroom, so he politely leaned on the wall right next to the entrance, waiting for Johnny to finish rummaging inside the wardrobe to get the blanket.

"You've better not to try funny things with me, mate." The man said, eyeing suspiciously Jack, who was so amused by Johnny's random reaction that he barely felt offended at all.

"Look, sorry to crush your hopes, but there's only one person in this house that could be my type and I'm not talking about you."

"What d'you mean?" Johnny asked warily, offering him the blanket to take.

"Rhiannon has really a lot of my Ianto," Jack teased. "If she and I were free, I wouldn't mind hitting on her, you know."

"You!" Johnny accused him, totally shocked. "You play for both teams!"

Jack had to smirk one of his most flippant smiles at that. "Actually, you name a team and I play for it."

He turned away from Johnny, who was still staring at him with his mouth hanging open, winked at him and went back inside the kitchen to meet up again with Rhiannon.

Oh, yes. This family thing was already going on pretty well.