Ianto crept slowly towards the woman, who was glaring at anyone who dared to go near her, typing furiously on her computer the keyboard almost cracking under the strain. He held a steaming white mug out in front of him, a peace offering and shield all in one, as the team stared at his back.
"Ianto is so dead..." Owen whispered into Toshiko's ear, she blushed lightly and shivered as his breath blow over her.
"I don't know, Ianto can pack a punch when he wants to." She whispered back.
"I know, I've been on the receiving end remember, but it's..."
"I know."
"And she's..."
"Oh yes." They looked at each other, fear shining from their eyes,
"Shit," They whispered together, before turning back to watch Ianto creep after closer to the livid woman. Jack up in his office stared worriedly out of the window before running out to the railings shouting,
"Ianto! Don't do it! She'll rip you apart! And you still have the stopwatch! At least give it to me before sacrificing yourself for us!"
Ianto looked up, shaking his head, muttering "Drama, drama, drama... always drama with Jack." He straightened his back, carefully placing the mug of sugary hot chocolate on the edge of the desk.
Fingers slowed as the sweet aroma of the chocolate wafted around the woman's head, nose twitching, eye flinching. Two hands shot out and grabbed the mug bringing it to the woman's lips. The team could hear the liquid flowing down her throat, gurgling like pipes in old haunted houses. A brown chocolaty trail slipped from the corner of her mouth, swimming down her chin landing with a splash on her dark hooded jacket. The chocolate slammed down onto the desk, a small chip flying from the base.
"Sorry Ianto." She muttered quietly, her thumb wiping the trail of chocolate from her face.
"It's okay, it happens every month, I'm used to it." He replied, glancing round at the snapped pencils, ink splotches, the empty wrappers and the iPod blaring Muse.
Gwen looked up and shrugged, smiling an Ianto. "I know, but still, thanks."
A/N: Now i'm not an active writer, and i'll proabably only post once a year if that. So i hope you enjoyed it and i'm sure you can guess whats wrong with Gwen! I actually wrote this a couple of years ago now and it wasn't until i was cleaning/moving my room around when i found it, i liked the plot so rewrote it and posted it. Now i'm off to do an english lit essay. Bye!