Ianto woke with a start. The alarm clock was going off. The alarm clock never went off. Jack was always awake to turn it off before 6:30, because he knew that Ianto didn't like the irritating beeping. "Jack…"

The captain was still asleep, his face buried in his pillow. Ianto sighed. He was going to have to climb over Jack to turn the alarm off, wasn't he? So he flopped himself across Jack's back, stretching to reach the button on the clock.

There. The incessant noise was ceased. Ianto squirmed back over to his side, propping himself up on his elbow to look at Jack. Pale golden light filtered in through the closed shades of the window in Ianto's flat, alighting on the captain's hair and making him appear nearly blond. Ianto winced at the thought. That, he did not want to see.

And...Jack was still asleep. That was odd. Ianto nudged him in the ribs gently. "Jack? It's time to get up."

"Mmmmmm," Jack muttered, his voice muffled. "No, i'th no'."

Even accounting for the distortion of sound caused by the pillow in front of his face, voice sounded a bit odd. Ianto frowned. "Jack."

"What?" he grunted.

"It really is time to get up."

Jack turned his head so he was facing Ianto. His expression was the picture of misery.

"What's wrong?" Ianto asked, concerned.

"'m tired." He struggled to sit up, then sneezed.

"Bless you," Ianto said automatically.

Jack stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. "I don't feel good," he mumbled. As if to prove his point, he began to cough.

Now Ianto really was on alert. Jack never got sick. And he certainly didn't complain about it. Plus, he sounded like his nose was all stuffed up and he was having trouble breathing. "Sit up all the way, it'll help," Ianto advised. Jack straightened up a bit, still coughing. Ianto sat up, too. When Jack stopped coughing and looked up at Ianto, his eyes were slightly glassy and unfocused. Ianto immediately reached out to check his forehead for a fever, but Jack ducked away. "Stop that," Ianto reprimanded, his tone firm. Jack sat still immediately. It was best to do as Ianto said when he was using that voice.

"'m fine," Jack couldn't help saying.

But Ianto was shaking his head. "You don't have a fever, but you aren't fine, Captain Jack Harkness. Even though this is probably just a cold, we should keep an eye on it. You never get sick."

Jack groaned. "...be okay, just need some coffee."

Ianto raised his eyebrows. "Tea. With honey would be best, judging by the sound of your voice."

"What'h wrong with my voice, Iantho?"

Jack's voice was so obviously affected by a congested nose that Ianto could barely contain a smile at his protests. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Said 'what'h wrong with my voice, Iantho?'" Jack repeated, glaring suspiciously.

"One more time?" Ianto teased.

Jack realized that Ianto was just messing with him to prove his point. "Shu' up, Iantho," he muttered.

Ianto laughed. "Only if you let me bring you a cup of tea," the young man compromised.

"Ath the Hub?"

Ianto sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. "Jack, I doubt you should go into work today."

Jack's look said it all. On this one point, Ianto was not going to get his way.

"Fine," Ianto conceded. "We go to work. Get dressed. But I'm making you a cup of tea to take with."

Ianto got out of bed before Jack could protest again. He padded over to the kitchen on bare feet, and made the tea. He hesitated before drizzling a bit of honey in; Jack didn't like either his tea or his coffee sweetened at all. But in this case, it was probably best. In the honey went.

"Here you go, Jack," Ianto told him cheerfully as he walked back into the bedroom. Jack had dressed and already even had his coat on as if to indicate I'm going to work and you can't do anything about it. "Right. Drink this while I get dressed. There's another cup in the kitchen."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jack took the mug and took a sip. He made a face. "It's too sweet," he complained.

"Deal with it," Ianto retorted, buttoning his shirt and slipping on his suit vest. "Red tie or-"

"Red tie," Jack replied before Ianto even finished his sentence.

"Right." Had Ianto even had to ask?

I wrote this some time ago, and decided to turn it into a 5 times 1 time story, and then decided it would be perfect for a CoE anniversary fic. So, 6 chapters, one today and one a day for the next five days. Partially pure fluff, partially angst, not really anything to do with CoE yet. Written more as a memorial than anything else. Let me know what you think? Or wait until it's all up. Up to you, but please review! (Look I rhymed!)

~Clare