A/N I had nothing to do in English today, so wrote this while sitting next to FlowerPetalsToTheWind (check out her stories!) Anyways it's basically different little one-shots of when the Torchwood teams wakes up each morning. I am thinking of turning it into a story, and using lots of people points of view. Review and tell me what you think!!

Owens POV

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to try and clear my head. There was a shape lying beside me, and I cursed myself for not remembering her name. I realised I was in her apartment and sighed with relief. At least I could escape before she woke up, and demanded –as women always do- "the when will I see you again" conversation. Barely jostling the duvet I slid out of bed, and with a practised movement slipped on my boxers. Silently I grabbed the rest of my clothes and fluidly dressed, leaving my shoes off. I quietly found my way to the front door and twisted the Yale lock. I did a quick uniform check that nothing was missing then stepped out, smiling to myself as the small click behind me told me I was in the clear. Tugging my trainers on, I walked down the stairs and onto the street, taking a huge breath of morning air. I glanced down at my watch it was 7am, I had at least an hour before work. I grinned enough time to wash up for a change.

Jacks POV

"Coffee sir?" Yan asked, a small smile playing at his lips. He was wearing only boxers and a tie, his hair a lovely mess and his eyes glittering.

"I have a name Ianto." I looked away from him, trying to remain disgruntled. I hated being called sir, out of work, well anytime really it makes me feel old. He walked over to where I was sitting up in bed and sat on the side, turning my face towards his as he did so. His smile was now wide, as he surveyed my pout. He kissed me gently at first. Then we lost ourselves in the others touch as we always do. I pulled his face towards me urgently, and somehow our lips managed to stay connected as he fell on top of me. As I started to go dizzy, I pulled away, leaving Ianto wearing the pout this time.

"So do you want a coffee or not?" He said, as he reluctantly got up, smoothing down his tie as though it was part of a complete suit.

"Yeah go on then Teaboy." He rolled his eyes at me as he walked from the room, calling over his shoulder.

"I have a name you know."

I looked at the bedside clock 7am. We had a whole hour to make ourselves look presentable.

Gwen POV

The alarm woke me up promptly at 7am. I would have snoozed it but the smell of eggs drifting from the kitchen was enough to coax me out of bed. I dressed in a stupor, not daring to look in the mirror and see the bed hair I'd have to try do something within the next 40 minutes. I walked out from the bedroom, smiling at Rhys as I wandered over to him. He wrapped his arms around me keeping the spatula pointing out behind my back and kissed me good morning.

"Sleep well? You snore like a bloody elephant." He smiled at me taking the sting out of his words.

"Well if I'm an elephant God knows what you are." He turned away from me to dish out the scrambled eggs and toast, and then passed me a plate. I made my way to the sofa his hand on the small of my back gently guiding me, he knew the co-ordination difficulties I had when I'd only just woke up.

"So what time you home today love?" He said with a mouthful of egg, I swallowed mine before answering.

"God knows! I'll try and text you." He rolled his eyes at me, as he continued shovelling down food.

"If your home early enough maybe we could get a Chinese."

"Sounds lovely." I agreed enthusiastically. We finished up and he cleared away our plates, before kissing me goodbye.

"Keep in touch." I nodded, smiling up at him. "Oh and Gwen. Be careful." I saw the concern etched on his face and had to look away.

"Love you darling." I whispered, getting up ready to go and tackle my hair.

"Love you too." He replied before closing the door behind him. I sighed and continued getting ready for work.

Tosh POV

I woke up abruptly. Most of the duvet was on the floor and sweat clung to me. The nightmare had been horrible but not unusual. It was like an old unwanted friend. My mum screaming in pain, a hole opening between us pushing as apart. I try to reach for her but I can't quite make it. And then she slips and she's falling, and instinctively I jump after her then I'm falling too. Then I wake up, shivering. I stop thinking about it, and get up grabbing a towel on the way to the shower. The water is cold and soothing on my skin taking away the final heat from the dream. I get out wrap myself in a towel and traipse back through to the bedroom to sort out what I'm going to wear. Then I realise it doesn't even matter, nobody's going to notice. I tell myself to stop being so stupid and get dressed. I quickly blow dry my hair and put some make up on before grabbing a cereal bar and heading for the front door. A tension I didn't know I was feeling lifts as I step into the fresh air and walk to my car. I start the ignition and carefully reverse out. It's only now that I look at the time 8am perfect.

A/N So what do you think, should I continue?