It was quiet...very quiet. The five of them sat alone at the table. Time passed slowly.
"Jack, will you stop trying to do dramatic voice overs?" Gwen pleaded.
"This is why you don't give him the microphone," Ianto muttered.
"Well, what else is there to do," Jack threw his arms into the air in frustration.
"Oh great, here comes the rant again," Owen groaned.
"We're in limbo!" Jack exclaimed. "There, I said it. We're stuck in the blank room that characters go in between seasons, and it sucks!"
There was a long, painful pause.
"Well?" Jack asked. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"Considering this is the third time you've brought up this topic, no Jack, it does not bother us." Owen informed him.
"Or at least not as much as it bothers you," Tosh added glancing up from the book she had been reading.
"We could be stuck here for the rest of forever, and none of you even care!" Jack exasperation grew with each word he spoke.
"At least you're still alive," Ianto remarked dryly. "We'd be stuck somewhere like this place even if the show wasn't in limbo."
"Plus, you could be pulled out of here to be in Doctor Who at any moment," Gwen said pointedly.
"No I can't!" Jack nearly shouted. "Moffat won't let me!"
"Do you have to break the fourth wall?" Gwen rolled her eyes as she spoke.
"This conversation already demolished the fourth wall," Jack told her.
"Our existence demolished the fourth wall," Ianto corrected.
"Whatever," Jack waved him off.
"Hang on," Gwen said, turning to Owen and Tosh. "If you're so neutral about the show being frozen, then why do you read so many fix-it fanfictions?"
Tosh closed her book. "You said you wouldn't tell them," she glared at Owen.
"I didn't!" He yelled defensively.
"There's only one computer here. If you're going to look up something secretly you have to clear the history," Gwen explained.
"We normally do," Tosh sent Owen another glare.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
Jack laughed, and looked like he was about to say something, before Gwen added lightly: "Well, the ones you two read weren't half as bad as the ones that Jack reads."
"Bad meaning...?" Ianto asked.
"Disturbing, I can't see why anyone would write it." She gave Jack an odd look. "Or read it for that matter."
"What do you expect me to use the computer for?" He asked, trying very hard to not look embraced. "Better that than-"
Ianto coughed very loudly, and Gwen laughed. "Hey," Jack said to Ianto. "Don't act so innocent. You're the one who watches John Barrowman's concerts when you think no one's paying attention."
"I-" Ianto stammered turning a bright shade of red. "Just go back to complaining about limbo."
AN: I wrote this to try to cure my writers block... Thanks for reading! Please review!