Well, here it is: the final chapter. This is a short, fluffy, wrap up chapter. I'd like to thank all you who have stuck with this to the end and all of you who reviewed. I'm in a state of complete ecstasy at finally finishing my first plot driven fanfiction!

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood.

Ianto

Two days had passed since Csitula was killed. I sat comfortably on a sofa in my flat, Jack beside me. He wrapped his arms securely around my body. I'd enveloped myself in a thick blanket to stave off my shivers, almost none of which were due to cold.

"Why are we here?" I spoke up, my quiet words breaking the silence that hung around us.

Jack looked at me curiously. "What?"

"Torchwood. Why are we here?" I whispered guiltily. "Doesn't it seem like we do more bad than good sometimes?"

"Ianto…" Jack held me tighter.

"Sure, we started with good intentions… but… First there was Torchwood One letting the Cybermen reign free. So many people died because of us. Then there was Suzie. We gained the ability to bring back people from the dead. Humans should not have that kind of power ever," I hesitated. I knew it was coming. "Then there was Csitula and Dematyan." I made sure to use their names. I didn't want to forget. "You weren't there, but he was just an innocent alien, broken by the rift. Do you know what he told me? He said that he just wanted to find company for his mother… Then I…"

"It wasn't your fault. You know that, Ianto," Jack said firmly. "You can't blame yourself."

"I provided the gun," I told him. I knew that there was nothing I could've done to prevent it, but that didn't make me feel less guilty. "And Csitula... She was just a heartbroken mother who lost her child. When it came down to it, I don't think she ever could've really killed my on her own."

"Oh, Ianto," Jack sighed. He brought his hand up to my cheeks, wiping away the tears I hadn't even been aware of. "Torchwood fucks things up, I know. It's true that sometimes things would be better without us, but there are terrible, fascinating, horrifying things that are out there. They'd still exist with or without us. All we can do is to just try to make things a little bit better for the people of Earth."

"I… I know, but it's…" I stopped, unsure of exactly what I wanted to say. "It's hard."

"I know. Things get better and they get worse. I'm positive that you, of all people, can keep going, despite anything that happens. You want to help, and you are. You are such an amazing person, Ianto Jones. I don't know what I or Torchwood would do without you. The world would probably plunge into a hundred years of darkness without you to keep things in order," Jack laughed. I chuckled a little. He smiled at me reassuringly.

I snuggled closer to Jack, never wanting him to leave. Right now, I wanted to be held, and he held me tight. His embrace was enough to keep me calm. I yawned lightly, drowsy from the late hour.

Almost as an afterthought, Jack added, "There's a fire in you, Ianto. No matter what is thrown at you, it's never gone out, not for one second." Surprised, I glanced up at Jack's serious, musing face. "If you're still alive after all this, then I know that you'll live through anything." He planted a tender kiss on my lips. "That fire of yours will keep on burning for a long time."

I smiled briefly and contentedly before falling asleep in my lover's arms.

And there it is. This fic is officially completed! I feel like doing a dance… except for the fact that I hate dancing… then again…

Ahem! I already have another multi-chaptered fic planned for a time not too long from now. I hope you'll take the time and read it!

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