Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Torchwood or Ianto would still be alive and he would be the one that ended up immortal in MD instead of Rex and everything would be happy Janto and rainbows forever! :'(

Ianto

I was sitting on the desk by the coffee machine, brewing yet another cappuccino for Jack. It was his best excuse to get me alone. Seriously, he needed to wake up and smell the coffee (as it were), Gwen knew exactly what we did (well, not exactly!) and quite frankly it was a waste of good coffee. I couldn't complain, though; it was better than waiting in front of a screen all day.

My mobile and the coffee machine went off simultaneously with a ring. I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder so I could carry on making coffee.

"Hello?" I spoke first.

"Is this Ianto Jones?" The voice asked. It was vaguely familiar.

"Yes, who is it?"

"James. James Matthews," I only knew one James Matthews and he was-

"From Torchwood 1?" I asked.

"The one and only," He said happily "I've been lumbered with the job of delegating work Torchwood 1 should be doing between everybody else: UNIT, the other Torchwood bases and you. You're well overdue your turn so you can't complain."

"So what is it we have to do?"

"There is a house, Wester Drumlins in London. The police have been keeping an eye on it for a while because people have been going missing. Their cars would just be left outside. Nobody who has been into that house has ever been seen again," James attempted to generate suspicion.

"So? That's probably just some criminal," I was sceptical.

"That's what we thought..." He left a dramatic pause, "Until they found a blue police box outside."

"But that means-"

"Yes, the Doctor was there and he went missing too! The trouble is that by the time Torchwood got wind of the TARDIS it had vanished."

"Oh," Jack would not be pleased, "How long ago was this?"

"About a week ago. I've sent you some basic details, maps and stuff. Good luck," James hung up before I had a chance to back out of this.

I put the phone back into my pocket and found a saucer for Jack's coffee, silently praying that Jack wouldn't bite my head off. Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I gently pushed open Jack's office door.

Gwen

I was just minding my own business, toying with the idea of phoning Rhys, when I heard raised voices coming from Jack's office. They weren't raised voices of the usual kind, the kind which made me wish that Jack and Ianto were just friends, they were actual, angry voices. That, at least, meant it was safe to investigate.

"Jack? Hi. I was just-" I peered around the door and found Jack looking peeved and glaring at Ianto.

Ianto had his hand on Jack's shoulder and was attempting to calm him down, "It's not my fault, Sir. We have to go and you know it."

"Go where?" I asked.

Jack ignored me, "I know but," he sighed, "I just don't need this right now. Who's going to stay here and monitor the rift? What if something goes wrong here?"

I tried again to catch their attention, "Guys? Backtrack please."

"Oh. Gwen. Hi," Jack pretended to notice me for the first time.

"Well," Ianto began.

"He got a call from an old friend," Jack continued.

"James Matthews from Torchwood 1," Ianto added.

"It's sweet," I smiled.

"What is?" Jack asked.

"You guys finishing each other's sentences like that," I hoped a spell of innocence would lighten the mood.

Jack sighed grumpily and carried on, "James has to delegate work around that would have gone to Torchwood 1 before it was destroyed. We have to go to an old house in London to investigate some disappearances."

"Where they found the TARDIS," Ianto argued.

"Might have found the TARDIS," Jack countered, "and then they lost it anyway!"

"Err," I had missed something here "TARDIS?"

"The Doctor's ship," Ianto explained.

Jack smiled nostalgically, "It's bigger on the inside, you know. The Doctor told me it has a library, a games room and even a swimming pool!" He grinned as he reminisced.

I pored over the notes, maps and pictures that we had been given. This seemed like quite an interesting project, actually. I looked back to my colleagues, "You two should go," They both stared at me like I was speaking Swahili, "Treat it like a holiday, you know. I'll stay here and tell you if anything happens."

"I'm not sure..." Jack was, as ever, non-committal.

"I think it sounds fun," Ianto smiled hopefully at Jack. I could see Jack was wavering.

"Well...OK," Jack conceded and was rewarded by a hug from his... boyfriend?

'Another job well done by the Gwen-ster,' I thought to myself.