Jack looked up from the piles of paper scattered about his desk at the realization he was no longer alone. He smiled at that, wondering just how true the thought was. 'You sure you wouldn't rather just create a whole new fake identity?'
Ianto leaned in the door frame. 'It would be less paperwork wouldn't it.'
Jack leaned back and smiled. 'I've missed your voice and your beautiful vowels.'
'Only my voice?'
'Nope.' Jack pulled to his feet and reached for Ianto. 'Missed your coffee too.'
'I'll need to get to the store on that front and stock up again.'
'I really have missed you. All of you, so much.' Wrapping himself around his lover. 'I was starting to think I loved a ghost but you, you're real.'

'I am, although it does create it's own complications. Not least of all my needing a new wardrobe even if you do have my stuff in storage.'
'We'll figure it out, we're Torchwood, it's what we do.'
Ianto breathed in Jack's pheromones, letting the familiar action ground him. 'Meric couldn't tell if I've acquired your immortality or not. But for as long as I am here, I hope we can figure it out together because I'm yours Jack.'
'And I'm yours Ianto. Always have been.'

Grinning Ianto looked behind him to a forgotten coat rack and an old grey coat. 'Do you still wear it?'
Spinning around Jack grinned. 'Some of my best memories involve that coat.'
Wrapped securely in Jack and echoing something he'd said when he first realized his attraction to Jack was more than just a means to get into Torchwood, he simply responded. 'Mine too, I love that coat.'

Out in the Hub a blaring proximity alarm pulled them from their embrace. Moving together they left the office and found themselves staring down at a familiar figure in tight pants and an unbuttoned red Napoleonic coat.
'Jackie. I see you got my gift. I mean what else do you get the man who can't die, for Christmas.'

Jack looked at Sean with his gun held on their intruder and nodded. 'This time we follow the established protocols.'
'Thank you Jack.' Sean gave the red coated man a smile that he knew wasn't even close to friendly. 'John Hart I believe?'
'Erm, yes?'
'If you will remove your weapons and wrist strap I'll have our very best cell made ready for you.'
'All I wanted was a thank you, that was some of my best work although the delivery took longer than expected.' He called over his shoulder as he began moving towards where he remembered the cells were. 'Would a simple threesome be too much to ask...'

Looking at Ianto, Jack frowned. 'I would be thanking him why?'
'Not really sure unless.' Ianto stepped back into his memories and tried to find any hint of the rouge time agent.
Jack watched as Ianto shook his head. 'Nothing?'
'Nope. Things were a little fuzzy for a while there. Not including the whole, I was dead thing.'
'You don't think...' Jack let his thoughts trail off before he shook his head. 'He couldn't have.'
Ianto met his thought somewhere in the middle of his own denial. 'I'm sure his comment had nothing to do with the little grey aliens knowing exactly when to snatch my body.'
'Or how to bring you back.' Jack finished.
They looked at each other and both shook their heads.
'Na.'
'No way.'

Locked in a cell John settled back on the bed and crossed an ankle over his knee. Humming a traditional Christmas tune from his childhood he smiled as he wondered if this time, he could count his debt to Jack as paid, in full.