Final part, just to round it all off. I hope it doesn't drag on too much, I felt a little felt lagging whilst I wrote this bit... Anyway, it's up to you to judge! Please enjoy and comment, they make my world go round :)

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the situation or any of the characters, they belong to Russel T. Davies and the BBC.

They'd been on board the Valiant for two weeks now and Jack had settled into a surprisingly pleasant routine. He would still have chats with Tish, having informed her that 'Andrew' was one of the good guys – one of the very good guys in fact, and he and Ianto enjoyed each other's company whilst the real time CCTV feed was running and indulged in more personal talks when Ianto agreed to run the loop feed for five minutes or so.

After the first week, when visited by the Master on an inspection, Ianto had been praised about his impressive performance and he'd had the courage to ask whether the captive would be allowed a more regular wash and a change of clothes every so often.

He'd laughed at the quaint ways of human beings and grinned before granting him his request, much to Jack's approval. Ianto would later find out that Tish also appreciated this, especially as Ianto had also taken it upon himself to completely clean Jack's cell of the dried blood and the general grime that seemed to have collected.

It was a perfectly hospitable environment when Lilith Greene was shoved down there by the Master, as a gift for his new favourite mechanic. He said that 'the cleaner conditions made it so much more enjoyable to kill Jack in', for which 'he was thankful'.

"Hello." The woman said nervously as she edged into the room. Ianto had explained to them both that he wouldn't be able to run the looped feed if the Master was expecting her in there. All pretences would have to be maintained.

"The name's Captain Jack Harkness… and who are you?" He said with a grin and his signature wink. "Andy, you couldn't loosen up these cuffs for a bit could you?"

Ianto snorted quietly and moved back to yet another piece of damaged machinery. He'd quickly discovered that Jack had managed to break the air conditioning, leading to the room being uncomfortably hot and humid in a bid for Saxon to move him to a different location – probably one with a bed and windows. Ianto was currently trying to fix it.

"What can we do you for?" Jack said with a placid smile at the startling glamorous Gwen. She was dressed in a slinky black dress and high heels with her hair styled smoothly, transforming her from a hard hitting alien hunter to a breath taking 1950s movie star. "Perhaps we could have some fun? I'm sure Andy wouldn't mind sharing."

Ianto growled something that sounded distinctly like 'I'm sure Andy would', making Gwen smirk and Jack wink at her. There was something soothing about the banter between them all, the jealousy from Ianto, no matter how feigned, Jack's pursuit of Gwen, no matter how empty it was now. He'd decided, long ago, whilst he was hung up with only Tish for company three times a day, that it was Ianto he wanted.

After his capture, it had been Ianto who he first thought about, Ianto who appeared in his mind's eye to shove him roughly back to life when he was hovering on the edge of death, Ianto who kept him sane every time he came back. As much as he loved Gwen, she was no more that an extremely close family to him now.

He'd finally made his choice. All it had taken was a mass murdering psychopath and the imminent extinction of the human race.

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"How shall I do it today, Jack?" The Master asked casually, pacing up and down in front of him in his immaculate suit and tie. Ianto was still working on the machinery, tracking the exchange silently. Saxon had all but ordered him to stay in the room, obviously wanting to show off. Jack shrugged and smiled sympathetically. "You're just getting so boring now!"

He'd had Jack chained up for over eight months now and he'd run out of all the obvious ideas. Jack was already looking a little older for it. Maybe every time he died, he aged that little bit more. But that was just a theory and Ianto didn't have time to think about theories. They'd heard rumours of the three companions moving across the USA.

"Andrew, how would you like to have a go?" He said brightly, suddenly twisting on the spot and grinning at Ianto, who swallowed hard and peered out from around the machine he was behind.

"Oh, no I couldn't possibly, sir." He stammered, his eyes widening in fake nervousness as he raised his hands in refusal.

"Come on, Andy-boy!" The Master grinned, walking over to him and hoisting him to his feet, wrapping his arm around his thin shoulders and directing him to stand in front of Jack. He pulled the gun out of the holster of one of the guards behind them and handed it to Ianto, who took it with shaking hands. He didn't need to fake it.

"But, sir… I can't shoot someone, I just- I don't think…" Ianto trailed off, trying to not think about what he would almost definitely be doing in a few moments times.

"Well, that's easy then." The Master said with a smile. "Because he's not a person. He's a thing! He's a freak of nature. Doesn't it just hurt to look at him?"

Ianto met Jack's eyes for a moment and nodded, though he suspected that it hurt him in an entirely different way to how it hurt the Timelord. Hopefully, Jack would understand that. Hopefully Jack would forgive him what he was currently being coaxed into doing. "Go on, put a bullet in him… Put a bullet anywhere. This one's all yours."

Ianto nodded slowly and the Master released him, backing away and watching him as he raised the gun up in his shaking hands and pointed it at Jack's forehead. Their eyes locked and Jack didn't care that they were the wrong colour, that they weren't quite right. All he cared about was the remorse in them, begging and the pleading in them for him to understand and forgive him.

He gave a slight nod before grinning. "Come on, Andy, there's plenty of me to go around!"

Ianto smiled weakly and pulled the trigger. Moments later, Jack's vision went blank and he was no where.

--

The murmurs rippled through the Valiant's staff.

"The travellers are here, the travellers are coming."

The babble broke out through the various departments and everyone was excited. No one on board enjoyed the time there, all of them lived in fear of the Master taking a disliking to one of them and throwing them off the edge of the platform, even the security.

Only a handful of people in the crew had been there the entire time. Only a few more had survived longer than a couple of months. Ianto and Gwen had now been there for just under five months and they were still alive – it was something that each of them prayed for through the dark hours of the night when every bump and whisper was the Master creeping through the corridors to slaughter them.

But now the rumours were coming, thick and fast. The travellers, the ones who'd crossed the world looking for the ultimate weapon, they were back on British soil. The end was near.

--

"He went down himself?" Jack asked in shock as Tish forced him to finish eating. They were both wanted up on the main deck, 'Andrew' as well. The Master wanted his favourite servant to be there when he finished his job and achieved world wide domination.

"Come on, Jack. Please, just finish eating!" Jack rolled his eyes at the panic in her voice and opened his mouth wide, indicating that she should just shovel the rest of the food into his mouth.

He'd barely finished chewing it when the two armed guards who stood guard outside the door stormed in, untied him and cuffed him. A third came in to collect Tish and the entourage moved out, Ianto following behind as he'd been ordered to.

For the past few weeks, he'd been getting increasingly nervous about his appearance. Whilst he still had a beard and contact lenses in, his hair had started to grow back and was slightly longer than normal. The Master obviously hadn't noticed, which was a relief, but it didn't stop him having restless nights at the thought of being discovered.

As they walked the corridors of the Valiant, up to the boardroom, Ianto silently wondered just how they'd managed to make it this far, how they'd managed to go undetected. He had a sneaking suspicion that Saxon knew – knew and didn't care. Either way, Ianto wasn't dead so he wasn't complaining.

"The family's all here!" The Master cried as Tish and Jack were escorted into the room, Ianto following behind them. He jumped from the top of the stairs and grabbed a rather battered looking Toshiko by the jaw, dragging her towards Jack and grinning maliciously at him. Then he ran back and grabbed an equally worn out looking Owen by the back of his shirt and dragged them both back over to the captain. "Say hello! How does it feel to see two of your team mates? I just wish the other two could be here… all those Welsh citizens killed so I could try and find them. It's a shame really. But still, how is it to see your team again?"

"Well," Jack's expression had been fixed in a scowl, but it suddenly flipped and he grinned at Saxon before flicking his eyes to Martha with a grateful smile and back to the Master. "I would say it feels kind of like it did five months ago, when you brought the first two aboard."

The Master threw the two people in his hands to one side, Tosh crying out in pain, clutching her chest and Owen quickly wrapped his arms around her, cradling her to his chest and whispering to her, trying to soothe her. Jack felt a hand come flying into his cheek and his head whipped around with a resounding slap of skin on skin.

"What do you mean?" Saxon snarled at Jack, but the captain just started to chuckle. During the commotion, Ianto had slipped towards Martha and Gwen and tucked his glasses away, ripping the contacts from his eyes and rubbing them gratefully as his vision cleared of the murky, muddy haze that had haunted him for almost half a year. Next to him, Gwen ripped out the plate tooth, wiped off the bright red paint on her lips and squeezed Ianto's hand fiercely.

"Have you met Ianto and Gwen before?" Jack said with a grin, nodding towards the newly liberated team mates standing by Martha.

"Bloody Torchwood…" Saxon hissed, storming away from Jack and aiming a kick at Owen for good measure. He stalked across the room to the other three, but Ianto pulled Gwen and Martha behind him, squaring up to Saxon in a rather intimidating way. "So you're the office boy, huh?"

"Yes, sir." Ianto said, glad to drop his faked accent. Saxon raised his laser screwdriver to Ianto's chest and glared at him for a moment before dropping it to his side and jumping back up the stairs.

"This is all entirely besides the point anyway." He said with a smirk, directing the guards to carry Martha over to the middle of the room. He began his usual, theatrical tirade but was brought to a halt as Martha started to laugh.

--

The sight of everyone chanting 'Doctor' and then the man himself rising up from his withered state and floating across the room was something Ianto would later reflect on as nothing short of ridiculous. However, it did the job, so who was he to complain?

"I'm so sorry, Doctor, I really am." Ianto said quietly, crouching down next to him as the man cradled Saxon's body, the tears dried and faded.

"Well… I'm used to being alone, Mr. Jones." The Doctor looked around at him and smiled weakly. Then he looked up at someone coming through the door and his smile strengthened. "I know someone else who is, too. But he doesn't have to be today."

Ianto frowned slightly and looked round to see Jack standing a little way off from them, watching them talking with a rather innocent expression on his face. Ianto grinned and stood up, Jack taking a few steps towards him before Ianto raced towards him, Jack catching him and holding him tightly, laughing in delight as Ianto hugged him hard, humming happily at the feel of Jack's arms around him after so long.

Ianto pulled back and took Jack's face in his hands, pulling him closer and capturing his lips in a blistering kiss that had taken so long to get round to. Jack moaned slightly and pulled Ianto even closer, if that was possible. After several moments, there was a snigger and a 'whoop' from across the room and they pulled away to find Martha and Gwen grinning at them.

"When we get home, would you mind shaving?" Jack murmured in Ianto's ear as he smiled at the two women.

"Is it that unattractive?" Ianto asked sarcastically, turning to face him and raising an eyebrow.

"Unattractive? Not really, aging? Yes." Jack grinned and kissed him slowly again. "You look about thirty."

"That's just Torchwood." Ianto said with a grin before ducking out of his arms and going to thank Owen and Tosh, who were sitting at the table, cuddled together. Tosh seemed to be out of it, as Owen was stroking her hair and placing the occasional kiss to the top of her head.

Apparently he and Jack weren't the only two who'd decided life was too short for love games.

--

"Do you think we get reception from up here?" Gwen asked suddenly, glancing around for a phone. The sight of the two couples suddenly made her extremely homesick.

"I don't know, but I have a super phone. It works anywhere." Martha smiled and handed her mobile over to Gwen, smiled and quickly dialled her house number.

"Rhys?" She asked tentatively as the phone was picked up after the third ring.

"Speaking."

"Oh my God, Rhys! It's you, you're okay!" Gwen squealed, tears automatically rolling down her cheeks in relief. She'd long ago given up hope that Rhys would've survived, but apparently he was lucky enough to have his death reversed twice.

"Look, I know I went to the pub the other night and didn't come home til lunchtime, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be passed out in some hospital."

"I know, sweetheart, I know." She laughed at the indignation in her boyfriend's voice and grinned at Jack, who was walking over.

"When're you coming home? Only I was thinking of making us a curry for dinner."

"I don't know, love. I don't know." Gwen smiled affectionately and snapped the phone closed before flinging her arms around Jack's neck and hugging him, laughing happily once more.

--

Torchwood Three piled out of the TARDIS and started to head across the plass, Tosh, Owen and Gwen leading the way, Jack and Ianto behind them with Jack's arm firmly around Ianto's waist. He'd barely let go of him the entire ride home.

They said their goodbyes and the Doctor had done something to Jack's Vortex Manipulator, deactivating the teleport settings by the sound of it. Just as they were about to walk off, Jack wheeled around and posed his final question to the Doctor.

"But I keep wondering, what about aging? Cause I can't die but I keep getting older, the odd little, grey hair, you know?" Ianto snorted at the completely sincere concern in his voice and Martha grinned at him. "What happens if I live for a million years?"

"I really don't know." The Doctor said with a smile, shrugging at the slightly disgruntled captain.

"Ok, vanity, sorry. Yeah... can't help it. Used to be a poster boy when I was a kid, living in the Boeshane Peninsula... tiny little place. I was the first one ever to be signed up for the Time Agency, they were so proud of me." Jack looked at Ianto with a far away glint in his eye. "The Face of Boe they called me…" He sighed happily and turned back to the Doctor and Martha, both gawping at him. "Well, I'll see you!"

With that, Jack dragged Ianto towards the Hub. Ianto, however, glanced over his shoulder at the two companions and laughed at the looks of complete bewilderment and shock on their faces.

--

"You know, I hate to say it, but I'm getting quite attached to my beard." Ianto said mournfully, rubbing his chin in the mirror of the bathroom whilst Jack handed him his electric razor.

"Whatever you want, old man." Jack said with a completely deadpan face, offering him the razor once more for him to grudgingly start the task.

"For someone who went through hell for a year, you're surprisingly upbeat." Ianto finally said as he set to work, cutting it down closer to leave a layer of stubble. Jack moved behind him and picked up the can of shaving gel, squirting some onto his hands and beginning to rub it over Ianto's cheeks, chin and neck.

"Personally, I think having to watch it all was worse than experiencing it. You had to clean my blood, brains and fragments of my skull up more times than I could count. I'd rather live through it that watch it lived through. I promise to try and avoid you having to do that again at all costs. But I'll let you in on a real secret." He said mysteriously, sitting back to let Ianto finish the job. "I wake up every morning to watch you shave because the look of concentration is just too damn irresistible."

"Oh, so that's the reason?" Ianto said sceptically, moving from his now cleanly shaven neck and chin to his cheeks. "It has nothing to do with the fact that we indefinitely end up having sex?"

"Think about it." Jack moved round behind him and wrapped his arms around Ianto's slim figure, resting his chin on the young man's shoulder and looking at him in the mirror. "Have we ever had morning sex before you're ready to get dressed?"

Ianto paused for a moment and looked at him before shaking his head slowly, conceding his point. "You are completely impossible, Jack."

Ianto pulled up a towel and rubbed his face clean, barely having time to through the material away before Jack pulled him in for a deep, heart stopping kiss.

"Yes, I am." He said with a grin, pulling Ianto towards the bedroom.

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It had been two days since the death of Harold Saxon and Torchwood Three were unshakeable.

FIN - Thanks for reading, i really hoped you enjoyed it :)