Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Torchwood. Damn.

A/N: Yeah, so we're like really (x's a trillion) sorry that we haven't been updating! Life gets in the way…You know how it is. Hopefully.

C is for Cardiff
by Kat (P.S. Sorry this is complete shit)

Jack stood on the roof of the apartment complex of Altolusso, watching down on the city of Cardiff. The team had all gone home hours ago. It had been a slow day and nothing had happened for weeks, so he sent them home early.

Gwen went home to spend some quality time with Rhys. Tosh went to visit her parents she hadn't seen in ages. Owen to either his parents home or to a pub to get smashed again, and Ianto had gone home to sleep and make sure his stuff was still in his apartment. He hadn't been there for weeks now and the landlord was threatening to kick him out if he didn't see him there sometime.

Jack could never really say he had a home before. He had always moved around as a kid, especially after the war. But as he stood on the rooftop looking down, he felt a sense of belonging and love. Cardiff was an amazing city. Sure, it had the occasional alien attack here and there and sometimes things got a little too weird even to his standards, but it was home.

Jack laughed, thinking about the Doctor in his last body and how he'd react to Jack living in Cardiff and calling it home. He'd probably die and regenerate in to a new body just to die again when he realized he was serious!

Yeah, ok, so I know its complete shit but I had NO idea what to write for Cardiff. Besides, I'm having caffeine withdraws and expecting me to write something nearly funny (or sad) right now is like asking a blind person to read a street sign. Impossible.

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Tobie A/N: Well, I completely forgot about what I was supposed to right about, so I stole "caffeine" from Kat's last message and made C for "coffee".

Merriam-Webster defines caffeine as "a bitter alkaloid C8H10N4O2 found especially in coffee, tea, cacao, and kola nuts and used medicinally as a stimulant and diuretic".

Ianto Jones defined it as, "a life giving substance Torchwood 3 would not exist without."

Every morning started much the same.

Ianto would arrive, first one in the Hub—aside from Jack, but considering the man lived there it didn't count for much. He would make his way into the small kitchenette and pull out the tin of coffee grounds. Everyone thought it was some special blend—little did they know. If he bought special gourmet brands they'd be in the hole at least 2 grand every week.

He put the pot on—extra strength—and when it was done he left a cup for Jack on his desk.

Then he made his way up to the tourist office.

At 8:30, Tosh would wordlessly walk through the front door as though she were sleep walking, lap top tucked up under her arm. She silently accepted the coffee and made her way down to the Hub.

Gwen was next, slipping through the doors at 9. Her makeup would be smudged, eyes half closed, hair a tangled mess. She took the coffee cup with a small grunt of thanks and followed Tosh's path downstairs.

Owen followed between 9:30 and 10, usually hungover. Ianto handed him a cup of black coffee—even though the medic claimed he would never drink it straight. Ianto didn't really think he noticed his first cup never had any cream.

At 10:15, Ianto would make his way down to the Hub to see if he was needed. A wide-eyed Tosh would be typing at her computer, a presentable (and sometimes even attractive) looking Gwen would be filing reports, a chipper (if you could go that far) Owen would be dissecting something, and Jack's whistling could be heard from the office.

"Ianto," Gwen (or Tosh—though it was usually the former PC) would announce. "You are a Godsend." For effect the complimenting party would hold up the mug in a silent toast. "I don't know what you put in here, but it certainly does the job."

Ianto would just grin and walk into the kitchenette to start the second pot.

Grinning, he stuffed the tin back into the cupboard and poured himself a cup, humming silently to himself.

The best part of waking up, is Folgers in your cup.