That is True Love.
There was a little accident at Torchwood, and Jack is trapped. He can only count on his devoted team to be saved.
Somewhere in the morgue:
Two men trapped in the room, one is declaiming, the other is more frustrated than scared, and no one can prove otherwise.
"…slide on me like a Weevil in heat…"
"IANTO!! Like a…? How do you know that?"
Jack backed off in a corner, looking for something to climb while keeping the younger man far from him.
"…to drown in the sky, no, the ocean that your eyes are…"
"IAN-TO! Stay there, you!"
Avoiding the gesture at the last second, he slipped under the reaching arms and the loving stare to run toward the door, hoping it opened meantime. He'd really preferred not to have to hit him. Not that it would work, if he was right on the culprit.
"…an explosion of stars, when your shuttle will enter my…"
"IANTOOO!! Gwen!...Tosh? Come on, I gave you the name! What's taking you so long?!"
What were they playing at? It should have been over a long time ago! He should be drinking his coffee and the other man should be in the cells since…how long was it now? One hour? Two?
Near Tosh's station:
Three persons really, really worried for their colleagues, were feverishly searching a solution. It's what the rapport will say anyway.
"Where are you up to, Ianto?"
"Letter B." He slowly turned a page in a massive, dusty book.
"Gwen?"
"I just finished the Ds". The young woman said while closing her volume and turning to the high pile of books and records Ianto brought. It was everything Torchwood ever heard of from its creation, not always electronically recorded, by alphabetical order, danger order, in English, in French, in Latin, in Klingon, and ten or so alien language. They wanted to be sure to not miss what they were looking for.
"What's the name of the drug again?" Tosh continued, bored.
"Wonderythan." Ianto answered, still at the same page. He preferred watching the video of Tosh. Far more fun.
"Maybe…whoah, I must write this one, it's Rhys's style." All three watched Owen swaying to something probably sexy on its planet. Not on Earth. Gwen shook her head. "What I was saying?"
"No idea. Where did Owen learn to do that?" Tosh took a fistful of popcorn. "Nice! I didn't know Jack was flexible enough to do that."
The two women turned to Ianto, the silent question on their faces. He simply smirked. Every one turned back to the screen after hearing a scream too high to be manly.
"Oh, yeah, I remember. Maybe we'll be faster using the computers."
"I didn't enter it yet in our database, regrettably." Ianto did really well heartbroken.
"Maybe we should turn off the video." Gwen went on. "To stay concentrated on…"She snorted. "Jack Harkness, in a perfect imitation of a fair, frightened maiden. Who did ever imagine it?"
"Not me. Ianto, Gwen has a point. Maybe we should turn it off."
"Maybe." He pretended to think.
"IIAAAAAANTOOO!!"
"Maybe not. You're recording everything, aren't you?"
"Of course." Tosh was almost vexed that he could doubt it. "I'll make copies. Owen is going to love his new wallpaper. And screensaver."
"GWEN!!"
"At least, he's not courting Janet." Gwen sniggered.
"TOSHIKO?"
"No, we're not lucky enough for that."
"It's not funny!"
"Ianto! ...It would have been funny, true. Okay, I'm doing the Fs. Oh, damn. Still no Wonderthingy."
"What a pity!"
"Like I said, not lucky enough."
"…someone?"
Thanks you for reading!