Ianto felt like crying when he woke up in the middle of the night in a soaking wet bed again. Why couldn't he manage not to piss himself? All this stupid medication he was on to help his brain and he was still doing things like this.

Sighing he got up and stared at the bed for a moment. He ought to try and fix it himself this time. He couldn't rely on Jack forever. So he began stripping the bed. Ianto knew he had to pull off the sheets and the duvet cover and…

He paused. What next? There was nothing, his mind was blank. He growled in frustration trying desperately to remember what he had to do. But there was nothing.

"Plastic under-sheet," a voice said quietly.

Ianto looked up sharply and saw Jack standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, watching him as he struggled.

Ianto glared at him before pulling the plastic under-sheet off. He put the bed linen in the washing basket before returning to the bedroom and gazing at the bed, almost hypnotised by the sight.

"Fresh linen," Jack said gently.

Ianto turned but found he didn't have the energy to glare again. He just sighed and found some new clothes so he could have a shower. He didn't much feel like going back to sleep, so he found some new jeans and things and then left Jack to deal with the remains of the bed.

After he'd showered he went and sat sullenly on the sofa again, in the dark, hood pulled up, arms folded; the perfect picture of someone who didn't want to be disturbed.

Jack decided however to ignore all this and, padding in gently dressed in pyjama's -since he'd moved into Ianto's flat to take care of him, he'd stopped sleeping naked for the sake of the other man- sat next to Ianto.

"That was better than you've managed before," Jack said softly through the gloom.

Ianto glanced at him but didn't say anything. Jack sighed sadly. He vaguely remembered thinking to himself once that he didn't mind the silence as long as Ianto was ok, but now he was regretting it.

"Please talk to me Ianto," he whispered.

"Why?" Ianto asked finally, turning properly to look at Jack.

"I don't like to think of you brooding by yourself," Jack replied. "Just talk to me. I don't care what about; it doesn't even have to be about-"

"Yes it does," Ianto snapped. "Because that's all I am now. A complete-"

He started talking in Welsh and Jack frowned at him.

"English Ianto," he said. "I don't know what you're saying."

Ianto growled and rubbed his face with his hands. This was just it, no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't himself. He was some stupid mental retard who couldn't even feed himself properly anymore.

"It'll get better, ok?" Jack rubbed his back in an effort to comfort him.

Ianto didn't say anything, just went back to his stony silence. It was better if he just didn't talk at all.

--

"Why don't you just ask her?" Cameron suggested as she ran into Harper again when they were working clinic duty.

"Ask who what?" Harper frowned slightly confused. His heart rate picked up though. He knew exactly what she meant; he just didn't want to admit it.

"Why don't you ask Sato out on a date?" Cameron continued. "I bet she'd say yes."

"Why would I want to ask her on a date?" Harper asked as he stared fixedly at the file in his hands.

"Because you fancy her like mad," Cameron smiled slightly to herself.

Harper sighed and looked up at Cameron for a moment. In truth, he'd had feelings for his colleague for a while now, but he wasn't sure he wanted to risk it.

"I don't…" he paused."I've had a few bad experiences."

"That's no-"

"I know," Harper cut Cameron off. "But the last person I was with, I was engaged to. She died."

"Oh… I'm sorry…" Cameron reached out a hand resting it on top of Harper's. "But maybe Sato is the sort of person you need."

"You…" Harper laughed, blinking as he found tears in his eyes at the thought of Katie. "You sound exactly like someone else I know. She keeps sticking her nose in, trying to convince me I like Tosh."

"So go for it," Cameron said gently. "Sato's perfectly healthy; the worst that can happen is she says no."

"Yeah," Harper nodded. "Maybe I will."

As he wandered away to see to the next patient, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. There was always a 'heart' to each team, and they always managed to bring out his true feelings. Still, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. He'd been single and alone for years now. Maybe it was time he let someone in again.

--

"Why don't you just ask him?" Chase suggested lightly as he and Sato finished off the crossword they were doing.

"Ask who what?" Sato replied as she marked in another word.

"Harper, out," Chase said.

"What?" Sato looked up at him as though he were mad. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you like him, and he likes you," Chase shrugged. "You'd be cute together."

"I've found that relationships with colleagues don't always work," Sato sighed.

"Your boss and archivist don't seem to have a problem," Chase pointed out.

"Jack and Ianto have had their fair share of ups and downs," Sato glanced at Chase. "And they're not together anymore. I don't think… I don't think Ianto remembers much about him and Jack."

"That's not really something they've done though is it?" Chase said. "That's the brain damage."

"I know, but still…" Sato shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"So just ask him," Chase nudged her smiling slightly. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Sato just smiled back. She didn't want to discuss the worst that could happen. Namely Owen could have a go at her and never talk to her again, or make her life hell at work, or… or he could say yes, and that thought was possibly the scariest of them all. She had spent years dreaming about being with Owen Harper, but if she ever got the chance, she had the feeling that she'd mess it up by being paranoid of losing him.

--

House finally limped into the office seven hours late for work. Still, Cuddy hadn't rung him -correction, he hadn't picked up- so he wasn't going to get in trouble. No case either, which meant really there was no point him even bothering with the journey. Apart from the fact that Wilson was wandering about the hospital somewhere and House had something planned for his friend.

Chase, Sato and Foreman were all waiting in the boardroom when he entered. They looked up and acknowledged his presence but didn't get up, or offer any excuse as to why whoever had brought in bagels and coffee earlier hadn't brought any for him.

"So what have you kids been up to?" House asked cheerily.

"Not a lot," replied Foreman without looking up from his huge medical book.

"Whoa, pretty heavy reading there," House noted.

"Yup," Foreman nodded.

House pulled a face at him. No witty remarks? Foreman was no fun sometimes. He wandered into his office and collected some things before hopping the dividing balcony wall and setting up camp in Wilson's office.

When the Oncologist finally returned to his office, it was to find House sat in his chair, with coffee and two tickets in his outstretched hand.

"Want me to invite Cuddy to another play?" Wilson asked as he took the tickets.

"Pfft, no," House shook his head. "Front row seats at the monster truck rally."

Wilson raised an eyebrow. His friend has some odd tastes when it came to sport and entertainment, but there was no denying how tempting the offer was.

"Just to say thanks," House shrugged. "And I'm still making breakfast tomorrow."