TITLE: Interruptions

RATING: 15

SPOILERS: Adrift

WARNINGS: It's Jack and Ianto what do you expect? Slight Gwen bashing, don't go mental at me if you like her. You have been warned. It's not too bad :)

SUMMARY: Jack really should think before he speaks.

DISCLAIMER: Torchwood belongs to the BBC. If it was mine everything would be okay in the world and I wouldn't spend my nights crying into a coffee mug.

Interruptions

CHAPTER 1

It had been a long and tiring day for the two men.

Ianto had spent nearly all day down in the archives sorting through the bottomless pit of files down there,. Ianto slaved over those archives, sometimes he felt the others didn't really appreciate it, considering he was making all their lives 10 times easier. But then again the Welshman enjoyed what he did. Putting things in order was his forte. Ianto enjoyed going out in the field too of course, the sense of danger and thrill, granted, sometimes it got a little too intense, like with the cannibals. Ianto had nightmares for weeks after that. But Ianto loved his job he really did.

The Welshman only came out of the archives that day to do coffee rounds and when Gwen called for that meeting about the all the people going missing. She went on and on about these people, how the rift was taking them. She rambled about the problems but had no solutions to them. She simply demanded that the rest of team do something about it. Ianto saw how exasperated Jack was getting, the tiny veins popped out of his forehead and his breathing started to quicken. It the was the way he ran his fingers through his hair every 5 seconds, whilst Ianto thought it adorable, it meant Jack was angry... and he had good reason to be too. What exactly did Gwen expect them to do about it? Torchwood was good, but they weren't miracle workers.

But Ianto knew all about the Island. The place they hid all those people...of course he knew, it would be surprising if there was anything Ianto Jones didn't know about Torchwood. He had only been there once though...didn't really feel going back screams...those screams stuck in his head for weeks. However, he didn't ask questions or throw a giant temper tantrum about it. It was against his nature. Ianto accepted, and moved on, always did and always will. Never making a big deal out of things. He knew what they were doing there was for the greater good on every bodies part.

Looking at Gwen he knew the welsh woman wouldn't give up on it. Gwen wasn't the type to just let things go and keep her nose out of business that wasn't hers. Ianto didn't want her annoying Jack anymore, when he got angry it scared Ianto. Jack hardly ever got really angry. So every time he did it reminded him of the time he was the angriest Ianto had ever seen him. The time Jack found Lisa, the time Jack put a gun to Ianto's head. He never wanted to see Jack like that again, and he certainly just wanted the whole thing done with and out the way so they could all move on.

That's why he set the GPS on Gwen's desk while no one was watching, set with the co-ordinates for the island, making sure the CCTV wouldn't pick him up. He knew it was wrong, every fiber of his being was telling him not too. He felt positively awful going behind his boss' and friends back...the last time he done that Jack put a gun to his head...but he knew it was do Torchwood, including Jack, good in the long term. Gwen just needed to get this whole thing out of her system.

After everyone had gone home Ianto looked up at Jacks office and saw his captain leaning into his hands, elbows on the desk. It was clear he was tired, the Welshman smiled lightly and made his way to the small kitchen to pour one of his infamous mugs of coffee. He knew that what his captain needed. He always did. A few minutes later he was knocking on Jacks door.

When Jack heard the familiar knocks and faint smell of coffee he smiled slightly, Ianto was just the person he needed right now.

''Come in Yan'' Jack called, ready for the gorgeous Welshman walk through his door.

Ianto walked in timidly, a trace of a faint smile on his face. Ianto loved the silly abbreviation of his name, only Jack called it him.

''How's my favorite welsh man?'' Jack had instantly cheered up the moment Ianto had walked in the room, he was like a ray of sunshine to Jacks stressful day.

''I don't know, I call Rhys and find out for you if you like?'' Ianto kept a straight face throughout the whole thing surprisingly Ianto knew Jack was talking about him, it was just fun to push his buttons.

''Oh...'' Jack smiled Two could play at that game. ''No it's fine, I'll do it my self.'' He took the mug out of Ianto's hands smiling at expression on his face and sat down at his desk, picking up his mobile. A few push of buttons later he put the phone to his ear grinning wildly at Ianto who heard the faint tone of the dial tone.

''Oh hi Rhys it's Jack!'' The Captain said suddenly, still grinning wildly at the tea boy who was now sitting on the edge of his desk. He gave him a wink as Ianto rolled his eyes dramatically.

''...No no I don't want to talk to Gwen. I was just wondering how you are'' Jack said casually. Ianto laughed at his boss, feeling sorry for the poor man on the other end of line.

''..oh well that's good to hear. Okay, bye!'' and with that Jack put the phone down.

''How is he then sir?'' Ianto was trying hard not to laugh, but the grin across his face wouldn't falter.

''He's fine!'' Jack was still smiling. He took 3 big gulps of coffee and set the empty mug back down on the desk. The man could down a mug of the tea boys coffee in 10 seconds flat.

Ianto picked up the mug and retrieved out of Jacks office, he could feel Jack's eyes boring into him. Ianto smirked as he retreated out the door. He wasn't going to make the first move, not this time.

He got to the kitchen took of his jacket and loosened his tie slightly. He then unbuttoned his waist coat and the top two buttons on his shirt. It was after hours, and the kitchen was always warm. He ran a hand through his hair, uncuffed his shirt sleeves and rolled them up, and started washing up the mug he had just retrieved from Jacks office in warm soapy water when he suddenly felt a strong pair of hands wrap around him.