There was always someone to save, wherever you are in the world. He sometimes wondered what his life would've been like, all those years ago, if he hadn't of met him, a con-man, no one to show him the error of his ways. Someone, he needed someone to be there, to tell him its ok, but it's not, nothing ever is.
He woke up; tiny drops of sweat trickling off his forehead. He dried himself with a cloth and exited his little crash-pad. He went in search of Ianto and his magic coffee making skills, sometimes he wondered if he made it with some machine, it tasted exactly off the tasty Costa coffee Rose used to drink 24/7.
While he mused to himself about coffee he failed to notice he'd bumped right into Ianto. Ianto split coffee on the floor.
"Ah! Sir you scared me! I'll just clean this up, sorry" He bent down with a cloth, and started to mop up the hot liquid.
"Easy tiger, let me help." Jack said, he grabbed another cloth and joint Ianto.
"There was a call before, there's another alien terrorising civilians in South Wales. It's pretty serious Jack, I reckon we should check it out." Ianto told the captain.
"We will, don't worry. For now I'm just worried about getting this shit out my carpet." He laughed.
"Sorry again, I was coming to wake you, I came in and you were shouting, what was wrong?" He asked.
"Bad dream, it's fine."
"Ok sir. Owen should be coming soon, you better get changed, he might get the wrong idea you being naked and all." He smirked and left.
Jack blushed, that's what he loved about Ianto; he had a certain Welsh charm about him.