A/N: This is such a stupid fic... But I'm still doing this! A random plot bunny, not sure how long this will be. Definite slashy goodness later on, though. I don't own 'em. I earn no profit from this stupid little story.

Ianto didn't mean for it to happen. Really. But after it did, what else could he do?

The team had just poured back into the hub after a rift alert from Splott (Why was it always Splott?) and Ianto had smoothly went to the coffee machine to prepare the expected coffee for them.

"Ianto?" Jack's voice was strained and annoyed, and Ianto bit back a sigh. He paused in what he was doing to walk up to Jack's office, where the man looked positively furious.

"You called-" He started, before Jack's voice interrupted him.

"Tell the team to go home. Now."

Ianto hid his frown and nodded. From his expression, Ianto didn't really want to piss Jack off any further. He slid out of the office and nodded to the rest of the team, who were waiting for... something to happen.

"Go. While you still can." Ianto gave them all a pained expression as he dismissed them on behalf of Jack. He winced when Jack called out again.

"Ianto! Coffee! NOW!"

A Jack this angry could only mean that either someone was killed, or someone had gotten close to getting killed. From the sheepish way the team had snuck out, Ianto's guess was on the latter.

He finished the coffee he had started on a moment earlier, before bringing it to Jack. Ianto gave him a slight smile as he pressed the coffee into Jack's hand. If he was hoping for something in return, he was disappointed.

"Could you archive this? It's a children's toy from the Kryon galaxy, about 10 million lightyears away." Jack questioned, not looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.

"Of course, sir." He picked up the device, and went down to the archives.

There were very few places Ianto felt safe anymore. One of them was Jack's manhole, and the other were the Archives.

The rest of life was chaos. Entropy. Disorder. While the Archives were a safehaven for Ianto's weary mind. It showed how the insanity of disorder could be made bearable by pattern and order. It was a psychological retreat for him.

He quickly went to his desk in a back corner. He had uncovered the desk a few months ago after a day long journey into the Archive's depths. He had quickly set up a small workstation for himself, and he settled at the worn desk to fill out the paperwork for the new object.

He was nearly done when the device gave a sharp trill on the desk next to him. Ianto, who had been immersed in his work, jumped in fright, before calming when he realized what it was.

Scolding himself for being so jumpy, he picked up the device. It gave a bright flash of light before Ianto blacked out.

Jack waited until Ianto had disappeared into the lower levels of the hub before Jack gave up the pretense of paperwork. He set down his pen and languidly stretched, frowning. Owen's carelessness had put a civilian in danger, and Jack was beyond pissed. He decided to indulge in one of his favorite pass-times. Ianto watching.

He smirked and flipped on the CCTV, watching Ianto pour over the device. Of his whole team, he'd really come to rely on Ianto. On more ways than one! As an employee, he was courteous and precise. As a lover, he was all that and more. Jack found himself watching Ianto more and more, loving the way his hands moved, how he always looked together, and loved even more ruffling that cool exterior.

Just as Jack was considering heading down to the archives to do just that, Ianto collapsed.