Ianto glanced up from the signature he was forging on an expense report as his computer chimed. He had moved into the Tourists Information Office after bundling Gwen and Tosh into their taxis.

It was quieter above ground, and now that he had brought in an old café stool he had an actual desk, however cluttered with out of date brochures it might be. His one request for a desk in the main hub had been granted, but Ianto had never gotten around to bullying Jack into following through with his promise. Then Jack had died, risen on the third day (it was far enough removed that they could joke about it now.) left, and came back. After all that Ianto changed his mind about the desk, and Jack had never mentioned it again.

The computer chimed, louder than before, alerting him to movement on the CCTV camera that covered the garage. He pushed aside his small stack of papers and focused on the video feeds he had up.

He had been resolutely ignoring them after he realised the show that Owen was putting on in the SUV. He had no interest in watching honestly. He had kept the screen up and glanced at it occasionally to make sure they weren't upside down in a ditch. But a quick look showed a now empty car seat. At least they made it back safely.

Ianto turned his attention to the garage's CCTV and watched as Jack and Owen climbed out of the SUV and made their way to the back. Jack grabbed the smaller man, pulling him to another kiss

Ianto felt a pang of irrational jealousy. He'd had feeling for Jack for a while. 'Still do!' an obnoxious, but mostly correct side of him added. Of course Jack was...Jack. Everyone who met him wanted him. And he wanted nearly everyone in return. Jack had set his sights on the innocent tea boy in the neatly pressed suit, but settled for Ianto instead.

But Ianto had made a rather stupid mistake by falling ass over teakettle for their captain. The time traveller who considered love just another quaint 21st century label.

Then Jack had disappeared for months and none of it really mattered. Owen had been there, and been someone Ianto wasn't the least bit interested in falling for. So they had shagged, and gone for drinks, and occasionally when they were drunk enough, or exhausted enough they had lounged around and watched bad movies together. He cared for Owen still, he supposed. In some odd way.

But now Jack was back. And Ianto had put his foot down. So Jack changed him out, like linens after a long trip. He was with Owen, and life continued on, with Ianto dodging the occasional invitation back into Jack's bed, and the daily bits of flirting that was as natural to the man as breathing

Jack and Owen. Sluts. Their own drunken words not his. They were both willing to shag anything, and seemed to go perfectly with each other.

And Ianto was left on the outside; hiding his jealousy, and convincing himself he had made the right choice.

He scrubbed a hand over tired eyes and went back to his paperwork, putting a particularly large flourish at the end of Jack's name. He didn't even look up as Owen slung himself into the office, bells jangling loudly against the door.

"Ianto! Missions successful. We got the artifact. But it's a heavy bastard. We barely got it in the SUV."

'Good' Ianto thought. It wouldn't kill either of them to work occasionally

"Come on then. Shift your lazy arse and help us move it."

"Paperwork." Ianto pointed out reasonably, gesturing to the pile.

"Boss's orders." Owen growled in return.

Ianto had to grin. Owen was always pissy when he was denied his simple pleasures. "Feeling a bit frustrated?"

"Yeah, but at least my problem will be fixed soon. I don't have to get my jollies playing voyeur with my ex-s" Owen ducked around Ianto, and smirked as he saw the empty car seats on Ianto's computer. "Perv."

Ianto simply raised an eyebrow, as he stood up, taking his time stretching the kink out of his back. He pulled on his coat and headed for the garage, Owen trailing him. "Just so you know." He mentioned casually. "I refuse to tweak the insurance report when you have a sex related car crash."

"Oooh someone's jeeeealous!" Owen singsonged with a grin.

"Of your future Darwin prize? Death by road head isn't exactly a prestigious way to end it all." Ianto said.

"Point." Owen conceded and then grinned. "You know I'm a doctor. I could probably help you with that stick up your arse."

"I doubt any offer you make regarding my arse is out of any sort of professional concern. I'll take care of it myself if you don't mind."

"Well we all know you're the only one who is."

"Oh fuck off Owen." Ianto said abruptly, tired and impatient.

Owen stopped walking, blinked and grinned, before running to catch up. Ianto sighed to himself. He had hoped Owen would just shut up.

"You know, I don't think I've heard you use that word outside the bedroom. 'Course then it was mostly 'Oh fuck me Owen'." Owen said the last mockingly in a high falsetto and leered at the younger man.

It was times like this that Ianto had to remember that there was some reason he hadn't throttled the other man yet. He had quite liked him once. At the moment Ianto couldn't think of single thing.

"Are you through yet?" Ianto asked.

"Maybe. Why?"

"Because I'd hate to kill you." Ianto answered, face carefully blank.

Owen responded immediately, catching the paraphrased quote. "I'd hate to die."

They grinned briefly at each other; despite the fact that there was still an outside chance the conversation would end in a brawl.