After a few hours' sleep, Jack woke up on the couch in the Hub. His neck was a bit sore from sleeping in a less-than-ideal position, but that was nothing to Jack. He'd certainly had worse sleeping arrangements.
At least someone was comfy, Jack thought, smiling at Ianto who was sound asleep in Jack's lap.
It was the strange dream that really got Jack, though. Not the sort of dream – nightmare – he usually ended up waking from, thankfully, but definitely weird.
"Jack?"
"Sorry. Did I wake you?" Jack asked softly, stroking Ianto's cheek.
"No. But why are you awake?" Ianto asked sleepily. "It's early."
"We gotta stop eating right before we pass out. I had the weirdest dream. Traded in my coat for a business suit and my Webley for – get this – a bow and arrow, and went to fight street crime in some American city. Or cause it, not real sure which."
"Probably both, knowing you," Ianto muttered. Then he began to snicker. "I'd bet you're stunning in a good suit. Hell, I'd bet you're stunning in a cheap one. Maybe you dreamed you were me?"
"Not unless you shoot arrows."
Ianto grinned up at Jack. "Been known to fashion a few as well, apparently," he said, snuggling against his 'pillow'.
