Author Note: Torchwood belongs to the BBC

Chapter One

Ianto was weary, his whole body ached and his eyes couldn't cry anymore, he just wanted to get into bed with Jack and let himself be comforted, let himself forget what had happened. Ianto slid his key into the lock and let the welcoming smell of home wash over him, he closed his eyes and breathed it in, a mixture of coffee and fifty first century pheromones, they smelt right together.

The flat was in darkness, Jack must already be in bed, Ianto stifled a cry as he tripped over a shoe, he peered down in the darkness, fear gripped his heart and he felt nauseous, it wasn't Jack's. Bile rose up in his throat as he heard movement in their bedroom. Ianto stood there, unsure as what to do, but anger soon overrode his heart breaking. Ianto reached to open the bedroom door and bit back a sob. He wasn't sure which sense assaulted him first, he could hear the slap of flesh on flesh, he could smell the scent of sex in the air and he could see that Jack wasn't alone in bed. Ianto flicked on the light and his heart broke a little more when he saw that Jack was with Gwen Williams.

Jack leapt off of Gwen as if he'd been burned, a look of horror spreading across his features, he desperately tried to cover up their nakedness. Ianto couldn't work out if Gwen looked smug or scared and frankly he didn't care either way. Time seemed to stand still for him and Ianto realised that a significant part of him had died, he could feel nothing, he was numb.

"Ianto…" breathed Jack, "I'm-"

Ianto backed away from the door slightly, "I thought you were coming back Saturday" said Gwen, avoiding Ianto's gaze, she looked up and gasped, Ianto's warm eyes seemed cold and dead, no anger like she expected.

"Yeah well…plans changed" he looked at Jack briefly; "mam died today… so I wasn't needed anymore" he choked and turned to walk out of the flat.

Jack's heart broke, his alcohol fuddled brain immediately sobered up, he pulled on his boxers and ran out grabbing onto Ianto's arm, "Ianto please, I'm so sorry…"

Ianto wheeled around, wrenching his arm out of Jack's grasp, "don't you ever touch me again" he spat.

A Few Hours Before

Jack was miserable, he hadn't seen Ianto in two weeks and he couldn't even be there for his boyfriend when he needed him. Jack sighed, they both knew that Ianto's mother didn't have much longer, but Jack had to stay here, the hub couldn't lose both of them. Jack was saddened, he knew that his mother's death would be hard on Ianto and he also had a soft spot for Sophie Jones, she'd welcomed him into the family straight away, it didn't matter that he was a man; something Ianto was worrying about the whole trip to Swansea. She'd just pulled him into a hug and questioned him mercilessly about everything from his favourite colour to his intentions towards Ianto. Jack was missing Ianto like mad, it wasn't the lack of sex, it was the lack of Ianto, he was lonely. He had died the other day and he hated that when he woke up, Ianto wasn't there to hold him, he missed Ianto's sarcasm and wit and he missed his coffee.

Gwen looked up at Jack and smiled, Jack's defences were down, he was lonely and Gwen decided that she would fill that loneliness. She didn't know why Ianto had buggered off for two weeks, he looked upset that last time she saw him, so she assumed that they had had a fight. She jumped as Jack yelled, "everyone time to go home." She was surprised as Jack grabbed his coat too, she'd hope they could do this at the hub.

A couple of hours later, Jack was curled up in a blanket that smelt like Ianto, watching television when a knock came on the door. He groaned inwardly when he saw that it was Gwen. Gwen stood there, knowing that she looked good, she was wearing tight jeans that showed off her arse, a plunging top showing off ample cleavage and she had sprayed herself in the perfume that she knew Jack liked. She held out a pizza and at her feet was a crate of beer, "thought that you might like some company" she smiled. Jack smiled back, he was feeling lonely.

Time passed and Jack realised that he had drank most of the beer. When Jack said that he couldn't get drunk, he lied, he did but he sobered up much quicker than a normal person, Gwen knew this because of the way he and Ianto had spent the whole of a night out once wrapped around each other talking in all seriousness about the hidden meaning of life in coffee. So when Gwen leaned in, Jack wasn't thinking of the hurt that he would cause, he could just feel his loneliness and the scent of Gwen's perfume was driving him crazy. She pressed her lips to his, at first he resisted a little, but then he gave into his cravings for comfort, sense and reasoning leaving him.