Disclaimer: Nope, dont own Torchwood...or Xena for that matter.

A/N- This is slash. I will be turning some of these into slightly longer chapters, it all depends on when i get around to it though. Some of these include sexual situations, but nothing overly graphic, but you have been warned!

APOLOGISE

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The body is still in his arms as he sobs, rocking back and forth as though urging them to open their eyes.

"Please, please!" He begs, the great Captain Jack, reduced to pleading and he's never felt sorrow like this, never thought he could.

"Come back to me! I'm so sorry!" But he hadn't planned on Ianto Jones lying still in his arms, face ashen and shirt stained crimson.

BORROWED

"I have absolutely no idea what it is." Ianto muttered, handing the small device to Tosh.

"It's unlike anything I've ever seen before. And you said it fell out of the rift?" Ianto nodded, taking back the alien device.

"Well, I know what it looks like." The pair shot Owen a glare, fully knowing what Owen was going to say.

"Do you reckon Jack will know what it is?"

"Know what, what is?" Ianto glanced up as the man in question appeared out of nowhere. He held up the device, watching as confusion was replaced by a grin that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, I used to have one of those." He took it from Ianto, turning it over in his hands.

"What is it then?" Ianto asked. Jack leaned forwards to whisper in his ear, smirking as the Welsh man turned bright red. "Perhaps you should show me how it works- in private." Jack smirked, dragging Ianto and the device off to his office.

"We'll be borrowing this!"

"I knew it!" Owens delighted call was met by a locked door.

CROSS

He'd never really seen Jack furious before, and half out of his mind it scared and exhilarated him. Because Jack wasn't just mad for the invasion of their minds, he was furious for Adam planting those thoughts and feelings in Ianto's mind.

And he's not going to remember it later, mind wiped of any trace of Adam, how it made him feel to be looked after for once, but sitting, searching through files for any trace of their missing time, he strangely feels closer to Jack than ever.

Jack's hanging over his shoulder as though he's about to disappear or break, even if neither of them know where the over protective feelings are coming from- it just feels right.

DEAF

The others are humouring him as he stumbles around. It could be worse, he could be blind or this could be permanent. It still scares him though.

Jack appears in his line of vision, holding up a piece of paper, message scribbled on it quickly.

They're going out, he realises with dismay. But he masks any emotion quickly, nodding his head in understanding and returning to his work. Just because he's temporarily out of commission, doesn't mean that the world stops. He'll just have to continue to research the thing that did this to him, find a way to reverse it.

It takes Ianto a moment to realise that while the others have left, Jack is still standing there, watching him. He raises an eyebrow as though to ask Jack what he's still doing there.

The other man shrugs and sits down, pulling half of the textbooks towards him. The sentiment is appreciated and much more then he had expected, so he smiles and digs back into the work, no longer feeling as isolated as he had since this had happened.

EVEREST

"How the bloody hell did a weevil survive out here?" Ianto shouted above the wind, parka pulled tight around him.

"I have no idea." Jack yelled back. "Lets just hurry up and find the damn thing."

"It's freezing." Jack smirked, tossing an arm over Ianto's shoulders.

"I could warm you up if you wanted." The younger man rolled his eyes, but didn't move away from his touch.

"The faster we find the weevil, the faster we can get off this mountain." He was in no hurry.

FRENCH

A moan escaped his lips as he was pushed up against the filing cabinet. Lips attached themselves to his neck, biting and sucking as hands traced his body slipping under his waistband.

"That was so hot." Hot was the warm breath puffed against his ear before the mouth travels downwards again.

If Ianto had known this could happen to Jack, he would have started speaking French a long time ago.

GLITTER

"It fell through the rift just outside of London, I told them we'd…what?"

"Ianto…what's that in your hair?"

"…Nothing. Now as I was saying-"

"Is that…glitter?"

"No."

"How did you get glitter in your hair?"

"I don't know; Owen stop laughing!"

"What do you have for me?"

"Morning Jack…what's in your hair? Are those…sparkles?"

"I believe they are." Smirk

"Mystery solved then."

"Shut up Owen."

HELPLESS

It wasn't permanent. He just had to keep telling himself that. It just didn't make it any easier.

This time wasn't as bad as some of the others, instead of being mauled, he'd only been shot. Less painful than some of the other deaths.

But sitting there, waiting for Jack to miraculously come back to life, Ianto wished that he could find some way of saving Jack from the pain of being ripped from death again.

INSANITY

Ianto had never been so convinced that Jack was no completely all there, when he had been approached with the 'red cap'. Even more so however, when the French maid outfit had been waiting for him after work one day.

The hat had been odd, but even if he doubted his boss' sanity, the dress had proven useful. Perhaps that made him crazy too.

JEALOUSY

He didn't consider himself a jealous man; he couldn't be if he wanted to continue his relationship with Jack.

John, Gwen, the names kept piling up, higher and higher. He kept a mental list of them. How even though he and Jack were actually managing to form a proper relationship and not just one that was a shag every once and awhile, it didn't stop his boss and lover from straying.

And after all the others left, he was still there, ignoring his own hurt and feeling of betrayal to help Jack heal, because he was raised to believe, that in relationships, you were supposed to push your own pain aside and help the other person, if you truly loved them. So he did.

KISS

"Ianto! Ianto! Come on, wake up!" The Welsh man remained still on the bed.

"I've tried everything, even poured cold water on him." Owen sighed, in frustration, putting away his medical kit.

"I don't see what else we can do. Everyone I've contacted has never heard of anything like this before."

"It's like he's asleep." Jack sat down on the bed, carding his fingers through the short hair.

"All his vitals are strong."

"Reminds me of sleeping beauty." Gwen may have been onto something. It wasn't like they had anything to lose. Jack leaned forwards, pausing then pressed his lips to the ones below him. Nothing happened.

"We probably shouldn't tell Ianto about this." Jack announced, pulling back. It hadn't worked; they were running out of options.

"Tell Ianto what?" Blurry eyes stared up at him, confused.

"Morning sleeping beauty."

LUCK OR LIE

His luck had run out, he mused idly as the building began collapsing around him.

"Ianto!" Jacks voice was muffled from the destruction, they wouldn't make it in time. He couldn't move, pinned beneath a support beam and all he could think was how he would be one more person that left Jack. He didn't want to do that to the other man.

"Ianto!" A worried face appeared above him. He had wanted to spare Jack the pain of seeing him die, but the other man seemed able to read his mind, as always. "Don't worry, we'll have you out of here soon."

Jack didn't lie to him often.

MASK

It fell through the rift unexpectedly, filed away with the other artefacts under Ianto's careful watch. An ancient tribal mask or sorts that catches the Welsh's attention and sparks an excitement in him that had faded when Jack disappeared, left them alone, left him.

The first week they have it, the security system is on the fritz, Owen is attacked by a giant preying mantis and he sprains his wrist.

It takes them a while, but they soon realise that the mask is causing their problems, so Ianto grudgingly disposes of it appropriately and resigns himself to paperwork.

The next week, Jack returns.

NIGHTMARES

Jack remembers the first time he was woken in the middle of the night, by his bedmate tossing and turning. He had been tempted to kick him out, when Ianto had whimpered and he had realised that it was no ordinary dream.

He had had no idea what to do, wrapping his arms around the younger man and hoping his presence was enough to calm him. He had only wished that he could have done more.

OUTSIDER

John had come back expecting to re-kindle his relationship with Jack. He hadn't expected the pretty boy that seemed glued to his ex's side.

And he knew the look in Jack's eyes, every time he looked at Ianto. That look had only been briefly directed at him and while he missed it, it was obvious that the pretty boy wasn't about to be replaced, especially by the likes of him.

With all the places he'd travelled, he'd never felt like so much of an outsider before he saw Jack again.

POISON

When Ianto had fallen ill, poisoned by something that had dropped through the rift, Jack had set out to find the antidote. He'd searched everywhere, even with the doctor, knowing time was running out. And it was scary, but he felt the exact moment when Ianto had died, a tearing in his heart.

In a last ditch effort, he bent time, travelling back and taking the poison himself, because there was only one Ianto and he could always come back.

QUESTIONS

"Ask the question sir Percival and I shall be healed." Jack placed himself between Ianto and the man, gun raised.

"What question Ianto?"

"Sir Percival?" Ianto repeated. "Do you believe that I'm sir Percival?"

"Do you deny me the right to be healed?" The man stepped forwards, hand reached out. Jack planted his feet firmly, acting as a barrier; this man was not getting any closer.

"I am not sir Percival. I can't heal you." Jack shot him a look over his shoulder, asking to be filled in. "He believes he is the Fisher King."

"If he came out of the rift, he could be for all we know."

RAIN

He figured out not long after he came back, that Ianto had taken up jogging every morning before work. It had taken a lot of bribery to get the information out of Tosh, but once he did, he set to work planning on how best to use it.

The surprised look on Ianto's face when Jack had shown up at his apartment to join him on his run had well been worth it, the rain however, had been unexpected, catching them off guard on their way back.

But the trip wasn't a complete loss, Jack discovered, when they returned to the apartment, clothes sticking to their bodies- and wow, he'd missed Ianto.

They were very late for work that day.

SEARCH

"How did you manage to lose it?"

"I don't know- I only took it off for a second."

Sigh "I'll help you look."

"Maybe it's under the desk?"

"I'll look under there. (pause) Jack, what are you doing?"

"Looking."

"I highly doubt that it's in my pants."

TOUCH

It was times like these, when Ianto was laid up in his bed, ribs wrapped with bandages, that Jack couldn't leave his side. He didn't mind, in fact, he needed it. Needed to know that they were okay, that they had made it through again.

Times when Jack had his arms wrapped securely around Ianto and they didn't have to move.

UNDER

A pleased moan escaped his lips as he stretched out on top of the other man, skin on skin, shooting bursts of pleasure through him.

Fingernails dug into his back, urging him closer.

"Jack." His name comes out as a gasp. Smirking, he slowly makes his way down the pale body, tongue and lips teasing gently, making his lover writhe underneath him. Eyes darkened with lust, watch him, bobbing his head, cheeks hollowed as he sucks.

"Jack! I'm going to-" Fingers clench in his hair as Ianto squeezes his eyes shut.

He woke with a start, heart beating wildly in his chest. Taking a moment to figure out where he was, Jack reached under the covers to finish what his over active imagination had started.

VAGUE

"Jack?"

"Yeah Gwen?"

"You and Ianto…are you two…?"

"Are we what?"

"Sleeping together?"

"Would it matter if we were?"

"…no."

"We used to-"

"Oh, good."

"But now we go out as well."

WEDDING

Jack watched as Ianto wandered around the hub, cleaning up the others messes while filing away random paper work. The other man, sensing his stare, glanced up, smiling, before returning to his work.

Standing, he made his way around his desk, making his way silently over to Ianto, waiting until the other man had his face buried in a folder to wrap his arms around the thin waist.

"You should take a break." He felt Ianto chuckle, hands resting lightly on his own.

"If I don't get this done, I'll be here all night." That wouldn't be so bad, to have the other man there with him all night. Something told him though, that there wouldn't be any fun had.

"Just a short break, come on." Jack pulled back, grasping Ianto's hand and tugging him from his work. "I have something for you."

"Another red cap?"

"Not this time." Jack smirked, leading him over to a chair. "Sit." Ianto raised an eyebrow, but sat nonetheless.

"You truly are strange." Ianto muttered, smile on his face.

"Yeah, but it's why you love me."

"True." Ianto glanced around suspiciously. "So, is it another French maids costume?" He looked up when Jack didn't reply. "Jack?"

"Marry me, Ianto." He blurted out, nervousness creeping over him, an unfamiliar feeling. Ianto stared at him in surprise, mouth hanging open. Going down on one knee, he kept eye contact, pulling a small box out of his pocket.

"What?"

"Marry me, Ianto." He repeated, opening the box.

"Sure." The other man nodded.

"Sure?"

"I guess so." A wide grin slid across Ianto's face, matched by Jacks.

"Alright."

XENA

Jack had been excited when the strange warrior woman had appeared out of the rift. Something about an old American show that he used to watch. So he'd been excited for Jack.

Being kidnapped by a supposedly fictional character, however, had not been on his list of things to do that day. Do Jacks laundry, restock coffee, make Jacks toes curl with pleasure- nope, kidnapped was not on the list. Apparently this Xena was evil. At least in his books she was.

"I'm not going back there!" he would have pointed out that they didn't even know how to send her back, but was currently gagged and tied to a drain pipe.

Then Jack burst in, ready to kill something and he had suddenly found himself with a rather sharp sword pressed to his throat.

"Let him go." And if he weren't terrified that he was about to lose his head, he would have been so turned on by the protective growl in the other mans voice.

"Where is Gabrielle? Give me Gabrielle." Understanding dawned in Jacks eyes as he slowly lowered his gun.

"Give me Ianto and we'll help you find Gabrielle." Jacks eyes locked on his own, calming him, assuring him that everything would be all right.

"Why should I trust you?" Good question. The blade was pressed closer, nicking his skin. He sucked in a panicked breath, fighting the fear as Jacks eyes widened.

"Because he is my Gabrielle." He had no idea what that meant, but it worked, the sword was removed and he suddenly found himself with a face full of a familiar coat as his bonds were undone and the gag removed.

Jack checked the small cut, satisfied it wasn't serious, before pulling him into a crushing hug. But still he felt compelled to ask.

"Who is Gabrielle?"

YESTERDAY

The first day, Gwen died on the job. They'd mourned, and killed the thing that killed her and felt indescribable rage. Then he'd woken up.

The second day, Ianto had assured him that it had been a nightmare and Gwen walked in, alive and well. Then he'd noticed that the day was playing out exactly the way his dream had. When they went out, he took Ianto with them instead, making Gwen stay behind. Owen and Ianto had been shoved off a building by the suspect they had been pursuing.

The fifth day, Jack came to the conclusion that it wasn't a dream. Every member of his team had died at least once, so he'd given them all the day off, taking care of the problem himself. Ianto phoned later to tell him that Tosh's apartment had caught on fire. She'd been inside.

By the twenty-ninth day, he had resigned himself to finding a way to stopping the loop in what little time he had before one of his friends died.

Forty-seven days in, Jack was just tired. Ianto was the one that ended up breaking down his door when he tried to lock himself in. Since the day would be repeating itself anytime then, he'd done what he'd been wanting to do for weeks; kissed the other man.

Surprisingly enough, Ianto kissed him back and he'd have to remember that for when he escaped the stupid time loop. Then Gwen had been electrocuted and it had all begun again.

He ended up getting shot, protecting Ianto on the fifty-second day. He'd woken up in his bed, ribs wrapped in bandages, confused. Then the others had filed in and he realised that the day he'd been living over and over, was finally yesterday.

ZERO

10- "Come on Tosh- find that deactivation code!"

9-"What- what if I shoot it? Get back, it will work!"

"Jack don't! That could trigger the explosion for all we know!"

"Then what do you propose Ianto?"

8-"How do we know this will work?"

"It worked before, didn't it?"

"You'd better be right."

7-"Hold the weevil off, I'll get to the rift!"

"I'm going with you!"

"Ianto-"

"I'm going."

6-"…"

"I know why you wanted us to stay there."

"It would have worked."

"And we would have lost you. I was not about to let you sacrifice yourself."

"I would have come back."

"You don't know that."

5-"Ianto wait here."

"It makes no difference where I am if this doesn't work."

"…I know, just, please?"

"Alright."

4- "Where is it? Damn! Where the hell is it? Where the hell is the rift?"

3- "Oh bloody hell, I don't care what Jack says. I'm not waiting here."

2- "Ianto?"

"Thought you might need a hand."

"I told you to stay back."

"Yes, I believe you did."

"…Thank you."

"The rift!"

"Throw it! Quickly!"

"I love you!"

"I love you too-!"

ZERO