So the epilogue. Thanks for all the reviews and to anyone who's read the story. It would be great to hear what you thought of it as a whole. More Torchwood High soon.

Mirror Image – Chapter 14 – The Epilogue

Captain Jack Harkness pulled his greatcoat around himself and shivered again. The rain was now falling at a steady pace as he stood at the entrance to the churchyard on a cold December morning. He had other reasons to shiver than the cold. As he dug his hands into his pockets he snagged his wrist strap, his now fully functioning wrist strap. He'd said his goodbyes to the only people he cared about on this world and now he'd come to say goodbye to the man, who six months ago, had died in his arms, having been poisoned by the 456. Ifan had given his life to protect the children of Earth, his nieces and nephews and all the others who that alien race had wanted to take. Jack couldn't die; he would have given anything to have died instead of his grandson and his lover but he couldn't. He'd spent the last six months somewhere; he really wasn't sure where. There were so many bars and some bodies but they weren't Ifan Jones. Too late he'd realised what he had and now he'd never have that again. He couldn't bear to stay on this world; for him it smelt of death. Suzie, Tosh, Owen, Ifan and Steven and that didn't include the countless others he'd outlived. He hadn't even been to the funeral. He hated the thought that Ianto was under the Earth. He knew it wasn't really him; his Ifan was gone.

He'd come to the churchyard where they'd buried Ifan Jones to finally say those words he hadn't said on that day; those three little words. Why hadn't he told Ifan that he loved him? He did, but perhaps he'd never realised just how much. So he'd come to stand at his grave and say those words before he left this world behind forever.

As he came around the corner of the church he was surprised to see a figure already stood there. The man had his back to Jack. He was stood with his head down, rain dripping form him but seemingly unaware of how wet he was. As Jack put his foot down a twig snapped under his boot. The figure turned around and Jack's heart froze and then his brains scrambled, trying to work out what he was seeing. It was days since he'd had a drink but surely he was seeing things, for there in front of him was Ifan Jones, large as life and definitely not dead.

'Jack is that you? You came back. How did you know I'd be here?'

'Ifan?' he said, knowing that wasn't right; it couldn't be right.

'Jack what are you on about? It's me, it's Ianto; Ifan's dead. He died six months ago when the 456 came or didn't that happen in your world?'

Jack tried to put together the information he'd just been given. He guessed that this was Ianto, Ifan's brother. He knew that Ifan had a brother but Ifan hadn't told him they were identical. Jack wondered why and then thought, 'typical Ifan, life in boxes and he knew that I'd be too curious about …. but Ianto seems to know me. He's talking about different worlds. What's going on here?'

Jack moved to stand opposite Ianto on the other side of the grave.

'You've changed Jack. I have to say that the hair colour is better but are you alright? You look terrible. Did you know this would happen Jack? Did the 456 come for the children in your world then? Is that why you came looking for me a few years back? The kids are fine by the way.'

Jack finally found a voice.

'Ianto I'm sorry, for a minute I thought you were Ifan. He didn't tell me that you and he were identical. I never knew.'

'But Jack you met Ifan, what are you on about? I don't understand.'

'No Ianto but I think I do. I need to explain. My name is Captain Jack Harkness. Until six months ago I worked with your brother Ifan in Torchwood. Ifan was my friend and my lover and he died in my arms.'

Ianto suddenly began to understand this wasn't his Jack, who'd come from another world. This was this world's Jack and in this world he'd been Ifan's mysterious boss, the man Ifan had loved. He knew that there had been talk at Ifan's funeral about how he was a hero and that he'd worked for this mysterious organisation called Torchwood. One of them had helped Rhi and Johnny save the children. There was so much Ianto didn't understand. Ifan must have known all the long who the man he knew as Jack Harper really was. Ifan and his life in compartments, with nothing overlapping; he obviously hadn't wanted his own Jack to know that he had a twin or that another Jack had come into this world. No wonder his lover hadn't stayed; no wonder there were too many complications. He was looking at one.

'You're leaving aren't you,' Ianto said. 'That's why you've come here. Are you off to travel to other worlds looking for Ifan, for a new Ifan?'

'Not exactly,' Jack replied.

'Look Jack I think we need to talk. I need to tell you about how I met another version of you, who said he'd come from a different world. I know a great café on the Plas in Cardiff Bay where they do great coffee. Do you fancy a late breakfast as suddenly I'm famished?' Ianto looked into those familiar blue eyes, now rimmed with red and waited for a reply.

'Yeah, Jones, Ianto Jones, coffee sounds good. I think we have a lot to talk about.