Outside the boardroom Ianto was clattering with his coffee cups, rather loudly.
"Shit!" He shouted you could practically see the broken cup on the hubs metal floor.
"Ianto," Jack bawled – not like he was angry but more like a child whining- from the head of the conference table.
"What?" The poor tea boy sounded exasperated. Jack was working him far too hard both in and out of Torchwood.
"Firstly keep it down, I'm trying to talk."
"Oh yeah and your voice is the most important thing in the world." Sneered Owen, he continued smirking despite Jack's death glare.
"Secondly." Jack continued in the same demanding voice as if he hadn't even been interrupted. "Hurry up with the coffee I'm thirsty." Gwen tutted.
"Jack," she reprimanded. "He is not some kind of slave."
"He likes it...believe me." The captain winked away Gwen's protest.
"Eww," Owen's face crinkled in disgust, "too much information Jack!"
"You know you've been having dreams about it." Jack stated it as though it were really fact.
"Sorry to burst your bubble mate, but not everybody dreams of playing naked hide and seek with you and Ianto or whatever it is you two do." Owen said slightly too quickly, Gwen noted, however there was a revolted look on his face. You could practically see him squirming clearly uncomfortable with the topic.
"Gwen would you agree?" Bloody Jack, involving her, she felt her face heat.
"I know it may hurt your ego sweetie but he's right not everybody wants you." Gwen managed to say cynically.
"You certainly did." Jack looked at her. That was a fact she couldn't deny it. Owen now stared between them with interest, whilst also occasionally gazing longingly at Tosh.
"Did being the most important word in that sentence Jack. At least I came to my senses." The bolshie Welsh folded her arms, implying that he could say nothing more but that she was also feeling vulnerable.
"True." Jack conceded.
Throughout all this Toshiko continued tapping away at her P.D.A, attempting to cross reference co-ordinates with rift activity, whilst also keeping one eye on the reading coming in from the alien device on her workstation. The banter wasn't hindering her concentration not even slightly; she was used to it by now.
"Fuck!" Tosh glanced up; Ianto had stubbed his toe on the doorframe, as he bustled in carrying a tray of coffee. He'd tripped and gone flying, yet quite impossibly he had managed to place the tray on the table only spilling a few drops.
"Not your day is it, mate?" Owen laughed. Ianto has spilt breakfast down his suit, stepped in something rather suspect outside, blanked out and forgotten his Torchwood entrance number, got stuck in a cell and broken a cup, and that was just what he could remember. The team all reached for their cups.
"I'll spit in your coffee." Ianto threatened, as climbed up and straightened his tie.
"You already do." Tosh informed them all, in her usual serious tone. Ianto looked at her conspicuously.
"Really?" Owen spluttered spitting his coffee back into the mug. Tosh and Ianto both burst into a fit of giggles. "Twats!" Just the expression on Owen's face made them all start to laugh. Eventually, Owen gave up on his pout and joined in.
"Children, children, behave please." The captain resounded authority. Everybody slowly but surely started to quieten down. "Before, we begin I have a really important question."
"Oh God." The team, who were all red faced by now chorused.
"Ianto, do you really spit in people's coffee if they piss you off?" Jack sounded genuine.
"No." Ianto stopped obviously debating whether to say something more or not. "Well only if they really piss me off." Ianto confessed, rather proudly, giving the impression he had done this on more than one occasion. He beamed at them, as they all stared into their coffee mugs. "And you're all alright; apart from Jack I'm annoyed with you." There was an audible sigh of relief. Jack raised an eyebrow but said nothing more on the subject for the moment.
"Right basically nothing major. Tosh correct me if I'm wrong?" He opened the floor to her but she just shook her head. Jack carried on rushing through at the same speed it was clear he had something else on his mind. "So as it's a slow day I thought I'd be nice. Owen and Gwen, fancy some weevil hunting?" They nodded. "Tosh do some alien device work have some fun." She smiled showing this idea appealed to her. "Ianto my office now."
"Yes sir." Owen and Gwen practically flew out of the hub, grabbing guns and coats on the way out. They called back something to Tosh about giving them some hot spot areas. She seemed just as eager you could practically see her planning her day out. Ianto, however meandered his way to Jack's office, where he sat waiting for at least five minutes he noticed. He absent-mindedly stared around the room studying the unusual items on Jack's desk. There was small box obviously of alien origin, one photograph half covered by unfinished (and probably never to be finished) paperwork, a small key that was rather odd in shape and countless other items. The door closed making Ianto jump.
"So, flower, why are you annoyed with me?"