Jack was sat in his office, the hub empty. It was the end of another long week and he'd generously allowed Gwen to leave at a reasonable hour for a change. Ianto was about somewhere, no doubt buried in the archives, or making more coffees. As Jack enjoyed a rare moment of silence his eyes began to close. An immortal man may not need sleep, but once in a while five minutes peace and quiet with his eyes closed was as reviving as one of Ianto's "special" coffees. A small smile played on Jack's lips as he thought back to the last "special" coffee Ianto had brought him, and the minor burns that had ensued. As he was drifting off into a Ianto shaped reverie a bloodcurdling scream came rocketing around the hub, causing Jack to leap from his seat, pull out his gun and run out of his office. As he stood in the centre of the hub he looked around for the source of the noise, but saw nothing. A second scream rang out and seemed to originate from the kitchen. "Ianto." Jack whispered as he sped off in the direction of his lover.
Jack cautiously entered the kitchen, his back pressed against the wall as he slid through the doorway and aimed his gun. "Ianto?" He said softly, his voice unusually fearful as he found the young archivist and coffee expert leant against the bench with his face in his hands. His jacket was slung over a nearby stool, his waistcoat open, his tie loose, shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows. He seemed to be covered in a strange brown sludge, the likes of which Jack had never seen before. He lowered his hands from his face. "She's dead Jack." His voice croaked. "Who is? Who's dead?" Jack asked, lowering his weapon and putting it back in his holster, as he walked over to Ianto and placed a comforting hand onto his shoulder. "I let Gwen make one cappuccino… Let me make foam she said… How hard can it be she said… And now she's dead." Ianto moaned. "Gwen's dead?" Jack gasped. Ianto looked at him as if he were insane. "My coffee machine Jack. My coffee machine is dead." He said. "Gwen was only in here for five minutes. I've been trying to fix her for two hours. She's dead." He looked solemnly up at Jack as he spoke. Jack bit his lower lip to suppress a smirk. "It'll be okay." He said, pulling the young Welshman towards him and holding him close.