Author: Ceindreadh
Title: Sleep deprivation
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Ianto but mostly Ianto
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, slash
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Ianto Jones is suffering from sleep deprivation
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Ianto Jones was suffering from sleep deprivation.
This in itself was nothing new. Nobody had ever claimed that working for Torchwood was a nine to five job, but the last few weeks had been crazy, even by Torchwood standards.
In the quieter moments, Ianto fantasized about getting a full nights sleep. He imagined himself crawling under the bedclothes, wrapping them around him and just snuggling into the toasty warmth, not to be wakened for seven or eight hours. In his more elaborate fantasies he even pictured the exact pattern on the covers, the shade of the bed linen, the exact temperature of the hot water bottle he would clutch to his chest.
It should be noted that in this instance, Ianto was not thinking of the Jack Harkness shaped hot water bottle that usually fuelled his bed related fantasies (and his couch related ones, and his desk related ones, not to mention the kitchen table, the back of the SUV, and well, pretty much every place Ianto could think of...and several places he didn't want to)
No, this was a fantasy purely about sleep. Of snuggling down inside a cocoon of soft bedclothes on top of a mattress that was just the right level of firmness to ensure a good nights sleep.
Of course these days, Ianto would have settled for sleeping on a board with only a threadbare blanket to cover him, just so long as he could have stayed there throughout the night.
It had been three weeks, four days, and seventeen hours since Ianto had had a full nights sleep. Longer if you counted that that particular night had seen him jolted awake in response to Jack's urgent call to arms.
Ianto yawned so widely it felt like his jaw was going to break. As he waited for the microwave to finish its cycle, he leaned against the wall and wondered whether it was worthwhile trying to dose for the remaining thirty seconds. Before he could come to any conclusion, the 'ping' brought him back to wakefulness...or at least that zombie like state that passed for it these days. Yawning again, he grabbed his prize from the turntable, nodding approvingly at the thought that practically asleep on his feet and barely able to remember his own name, he was still able to produce a beverage to soothe the fussiest of palates.
Ianto yawned again as he stood at the doorway to the bedroom. He absently shook the bottle to ensure a uniform distribution of temperature, even as he watched Jack try to soothe the hungry baby in his arms...the hungry three weeks, four days and two hours old baby in his arms.
Ianto knew that he and Jack were going to be suffering sleep deprivation for some time to come...but he wouldn't have changed this for the world.
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The End A/N - my five minutes research on the internet showed me there's about a 90%/10% split over whether it's safe to heat baby formula in the microwave. In this case I'm going with the minority because it fits the tale better.