So, here I am, at the coffee machine again, making my magnificent coffee for the team, whilst working up the courage to speak to Jack about our relationship. Well, if you could call it that.

Once the coffee was in the cups with the finishing touches added, I placed them on a tray and headed towards the hub, to give the team their final round of coffee. I got the usual grunt of acknowledgement from Owen; a small smile from Tosh and Gwen completely ignored me. Again.

The last cup on the tray was Jack's; I headed up towards his office, walking slower than usual, and the closer I got, the slower my steps became. My stomach was doing triple summersaults with the odd back flip included; I guess you could say I was nervous. It was probably because I had, by then, kind of figured out what to say to Jack, and I guess that our future would depend on whatever his reaction would be, and his view on our relationship. If he even calls what we have, a relationship. Hopefully he does.

Anyway, as I got to Jack's office door, I knocked and went in. He looked up and smiled, that sweet smile he saves for me when we're alone. Slightly dazzled, I paused a second to reassemble my thoughts, and hesitating, I put his coffee down in front of him. I took a deep breath and thought 'Here goes!'

'Jack' I said, sounding more down, than I was going for, but I've said it now.

'Yes, Ianto?' he says, looking at me with a curious expression, probably because of the way I sounded. 'Is something the matter, anything I can do for you?'

'Well, I was wondering…' I started, pausing again as I re-organised my thoughts and took another deep breath. I opened my mouth to speak, and just as I was about to ask about our future, relationship and what not, the bloody rift alarm goes off. 'Fucking fantastic.' I thought, growling internally, 'Just when I have it all planned out and everything, I get interrupted.'

'Can this wait, Ianto?' he says, as he gets up from his seat and makes his way across the room, out the door and down towards the main hub.

'Well I suppose it'll have to now' I muttered darkly to myself, as Jack had already walked off, well out of hearing range, without waiting for an answer. He knows I'll do as he asks, I always do. I reckon it's that voice he uses with me, it's like a soft commanding voice, that smoothly hypnotises me into a trance, were I'll agree with everything he says or do bloody everything he asks of me, like commanding a dog to do a trick. Oh bloody marvellous I'm his bloody lap dog.

Sighing deeply, I tucked the coffee tray under my arm, and followed Jack out of the room, thinking, 'I wonder what tonight has in store for us, it certainly won't be the conversation I had planned.'