Disclaimer: Contrary to my belief, I do not own Torchwood.
A/N: I've no idea where this exactly came from. But my friend found it amusing so I thought I'd post it. Gotta say, the fic came 'round just because I wanted to do this to Ianto.
Title of the fic is a song by Jonny Lang. Reviews are always nice.
Oh, and many thanks to Flinch-Hayward for catching a typo.
When the others arrived at the Hub, Jack and Ianto were both missing. Gwen thought they were occupied with each other, hidden away in the Hub somewhere. Toshiko thought to check the programs to see if they had been called out. Owen could care less.
Before Tosh could actually check the readings the door opened and a very grumpy looking Ianto walked in. His hair was mussed up but his suit still looked perfect. And one of his feet was barefoot. He strode purposely to the coffee machine.
Jack walked in, looking as normal as ever, chasing after Ianto, "You know I didn't mean for that to happen."
Ianto ignored Jack. Making a coffee for everyone but the Captain.
"Hey! Ianto. I said I was sorry." Jack groaned, wishing he had coffee, "If there was any other way…"
Ianto turned and glared at Jack, "I do believe there was another way." He glanced down at Jack's feet.
"Whoa. Now wait a minute." He protested, "That's not fair."
Ianto raised an eyebrow, "And how, sir, is it not fair?"
"It was that or the end of the world. And, and," Jack paused, not coming up with an actual reason, "and I have an image to maintain?"
Ianto snorted.
The others weren't sure what exactly happened but Owen spoke up, "That, Jack, is an awful excuse."
Jack raised his eyebrows. He wasn't used to Owen and Ianto agreeing.
"I'm going to get my other pair of shoes." Ianto said, turning and walking away. He paused for a second and then added, "Next time the alien race that is invading threatens to take over the world unless we give them a left shoe, it is going to be yours."