Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood, sadly.

A/N: Not having a good day, in fact, I'm going to delete this day from my brain. goodbye day. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a special friend. If she reads this, she'll know it's for her. "A best friend is a sister that destiny forgot to give you." This is you.

Chapter Two

They got down to find everyone staring at the tree confusedly.

"Where are the decorations?" Gwen asked.

"I think they're in deep storage. I'll go get them." Ianto replied

"Why are they in deep storage?" Tosh asked.

"Remember last year we didn't celebrate Christmas here because of the incident with the-never mind." Jack said.

"I'll help get them down," Owen offered.

"We'll need everyone to help. Do you know how many boxes there are?" Jack asked, "over twenty. Ianto, lead the way."

They went down past the cells and the archives. When they pulled open the door to the storage rooms, dust poluted the air, making the team cough. They went into the room, which was filled with boxes and cobwebs. They spread out.

"Ooh, what's this?" Jack asked, picking up a small statue.

"Jack, focus. Let's not have a repeat of what happened last time we were down here." Ianto said.

"Oi, tea-boy, I found 'em!" Owen called.

The team hurried over and pulled out all the boxes and brought them back down to the main.

"We'll decorate the hub, then the tree," Jack commanded, "Ianto, could you do Myfanwey's nest?"

"You're not serious," Ianto deadpanned.

"Come on, even the pterodactyl deserves a little Christmas cheer," Jack smiled.

"Yes, hop to it, tea-boy," Owen said

"Quit calling him that." Tosh said

"Never!" Owen called, walking out of the room.

Gwen walked about, hanging tinsel around the hub while Tosh decked the computers and changed the screensavers. Owen tied ribbons around all his medical instruments.

"That's a bit macabre, don't you think?" Ianto asked on his way to the nest.

"Captain Crunch over there said to make it 'christmasy.'" Owen said,

"I hardly believe that the person that's being operated on's first concern is if the tools used are "christmasy.'" Ianto said.

"I like it," Owen remarked

"You would," Ianto replied.

He climbed up to Myfanwey's perch with a string of lights.

"Hello girl," he said, "I brought you something."

He pulled a bar of dark chocolate out of his suit pocket and tossed it to her.

"Don't tell the others," he said.

Ianto took the lights and strung them all around the nest.

"No Myfanwey, you can't eat them. No," he told the pterodactyl.

He plugged them in, and they lit up like flares.

"Ianto! It looks good!" Jack called, giving him the thumbs up.

"Thank you sir!" he yelled.

Down at ground level, the others had almost finished transforming it into a winter wonderland. Tinsel was hung, snowflakes were taped on walls, and there was red and green on every surface. As a last touch, Jack turned on the Christmas music.

"Please, if there's one thing I can be spared from, let it be the music. Turn it off!" Owen complained, walking in.

"Sorry Owen, we like it." Tosh replied.

"Don't be such a Scrooge!" Gwen teased.

"Who's ready to do the tree?" Jack asked excitedly.