Jack sat in the chair, in what was supposed to be his office. He looked around making sure his hands were firmly clamped between his legs. Ianto had told him to stay here. Actually not told him but had politely begged him to just stay there and please don't touch anything.

Because it was Ianto, Jack tried to do what he was told. Ianto had been nice to him, calm and reassuring, as much as he could. Jack swivelled the chair slightly to look at him. All four of them were clustered at the top of the autopsy room. Gwen and Toshiko sat on the sofa, drinking coffee. Jack had his own cup of coffee, it tasted nice, but it disturbed him because he knew he should know it. Drinking it made him nervous, so he just left it on the side.

Instead he looked at the four of them clustered together, talking about him.

If it had been normal circumstances they would have gone down to the conference room but there was nowhere, that deep underground, where they could leave Jack, out of hearing range but keep him in sight, which appeared to be a necessity. So Ianto had put him in his office and then came out to talk to the others. Through the glass windows they could see if Jack did anything he shouldn't. For the moment, all he did was sit still and watch them anxiously.

"So what do we do?" Tosh asked.

"I need to get home," Gwen said. "Rhys has been calling."

"So go," Owen said.

"What do we do with Jack?" she asked. "We can't leave him alone, and certainly not here. He can't seem to keep his hands off anything."

"Put him in the vaults," Owen shrugged. "He can't get up to much in a cell."

"You can't do that!" Gwen's voice rose slightly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack lean forward in his chair, hearing her voice echo. He watched them; a frown on his face.

"No, we can't," Ianto said calmly. "I know he's been irritating, but he's scared as well. What's he going to feel like if we stuff him down in the vaults and leave him on his own overnight?"

"So, someone stays with him?" Toshiko asked.

"Neither of you two," Owen pointed at Gwen and Tosh. "I'm not being funny, but he doesn't have his boundaries, you can't stay. He didn't even notice he was doing anything wrong when he touched you."

"I know," Tosh said, agreeing with him.

"Could he come home with one of us?" Gwen asked.

"I'd love to see Rhys taking that one," Owen said. "He's put up with a lot but I think Jack as a houseguest might be pushing it."

"One of us could stay here with him," Tosh said.

"Again neither of you," Owen said to the women. Then Owen and Ianto shared a look.

"Oh and I'm not doing it," Owen added, raising his hands and shaking his head adamantly.

"I've been up since four this morning," Ianto said. "I have to sleep and he could get up to all sorts. I can handle him but… maybe its better if I take him home with me."

Owen rolled his eyes. Ianto glared at him.

"And what was that for?" Ianto snapped turning on Owen, who gave a smirk.

"I suppose you'd get to be on top at least," he said.

Ianto's jaw tightened and he took a step towards Owen. Owen moved to follow him squaring up to Ianto. Before it could go any further Gwen moved between them, pushing hard on both of their torso's making them take a step back. She looked up and saw Jack watching anxiously from the office.

Jack didn't know what to do. He sat quietly. Ianto had asked him very nicely, not like Owen who had shouted at him. Jack wanted to behave; he wondered if they really liked him, all these people that knew him. All they seemed to do was shout at each other. It scared him, especially since they didn't seem to know what they wanted to do with him,

He moved the chair, turning to the desk. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the four of them involved in an argument. Carefully he reached out a hand and put his finger against one of the pieces of paper on his desk. He moved it to one side, taking it out of the folder and he looked down at it. There was a symbol on the top and then a huge amount of black scrawls. Jack looked at them, he didn't understand them. It was his room, his office, where he worked and he didn't understand a single thing around him.

He looked up around the room, at the books, papery things that meant nothing to him. There were a few devices but he didn't dare touch them. Ianto might shout at him like Owen had. Jack didn't want that. He didn't want anyone else angry at him, shouting at him.

Jack whimpered, biting down on his lower lip, feeling the tears rush to his eyes. He turned to look at the group of people still talking intently. Having the same conversation a second time.

"I can handle him. I need to sleep though; I can't do that here, if I have to watch him."

"Owen could do it," Toshiko said. Ianto looked at Owen. Owen really didn't want to do that, and Ianto would rather he didn't anyway.

"No offence, but Owen's not going to have the patience for this."

"And you are?"

"Yes," Ianto snapped at Owen. "He can come to my place; he's got some clothes and things there anyway so it won't be any hassle. He can stay there, in my spare room."

"Really?" Owen asked.

"Yes, really!" Ianto snapped at him, determined to keep his voice low. "Do you really think that I would take advantage of him, like this?"

"Does he have everything he needs there?" Gwen asked. Ianto nodded.

"Yeah, I've just done a load of washing, so he'll have clothes, he won't need anything else."

Owen looked at him, "you do his washing?"

Ianto raised his hands, indicating to the facility around him. "Do you really think we have a washing machine hiding around here? Yes, I do his washing."

"And his ironing?" Owen snapped, laughing at the look on Ianto's face. "You sad little bastard!"

Ianto didn't know where it came from. He could normally take Owen's insulting comments but tonight it was enough to push him over the edge. Ianto pushed him hard, sending Owen recoiling backwards. Both Gwen and Tosh rushed to him, worried he might fall and hurt himself.

"Don't worry girls I might be easily breakable but I'm stronger than I look."

"What's going on?" Jack yelled from the doorway. He had got up, hearing the sounds and seeing the altercation and stood there, not daring to come any closer. Tosh and Gwen helped Owen up. Ianto turned to look at Jack.

"Just go and sit down. It's fine, okay."

Jack nodded, taking in Ianto's calm tone. But he looked very unsure.

"Go on Jack, its fine, we won't be long."

Jack frowned but slowly backed up returning to his seat but he stared at them through the glass, intently watching for any other signs of aggression.

"Look, like I said, he's scared. Just leave him to me, overnight at least. I'm not going to do anything to him, but I am the best person to look after him."

"Ianto's right, Jack obviously trusts him," Toshiko said. "You can see it. With him, Jack does as he's told. I mean, we need to keep him safe. I know he scared me but… he's still Jack right?"

"I think we are getting very raw Jack, not refined Jack as we know him." Ianto smiled at her, grateful for the fact she was at least a little understanding. "Which means he's not exactly tactful. He won't do that again, I think."

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked.

"We've told him not to."

"You told him not to touch anything and he was still messing about with equipment after that."

"But we touched it first. I don't know. As far as I know Torchwood does not have a manual for when it's Director loses his memory."

"Oh, one thing Torchwood hasn't catered for," Gwen rolled her eyes. "But we do for when an operative gets pregnant."

"The problem is, Jack would know," Toshiko said.

"But at this moment in time, Jack doesn't, does he?" Owen said. Ianto shook his head.

"No."

"We're all tired, and fed up" Gwen said. "Let's go home. You can handle him, right?"

"Yes Gwen, I would think so by now," Ianto said. "You guys go, I'll lock down and deal with him. I'll look after him, its fine."

The conversation had gone quiet, Jack noted. It was now more mumbling than shouting. He hoped that was a good thing. Leaning over he watched again. The three others started to leave, Ianto was the only one stood there. Jack felt a lurch of panic; Ianto wasn't going to leave him surely? But thankfully Ianto turned and came into the office. He smiled at Jack.

"I didn't touch anything," Jack said, looking guiltily at the papers he had ruffled. Ianto automatically put them straight.

"I know, its fine. I just need to get some things… for you, and then we'll go."

Ianto moved around the desk and started to clamber down into Jack's inner sanctum.

"Go where?" Jack asked. He slid off the chair as he turned it round, scrabbling on the floor. He hadn't even realised the hole was there. "What's down there?"

"Your place, but its best you come to mine." Ianto's head appeared again and he clambered up holding a shirt in one hand. "I haven't ironed anything yet so I'll bring one with me."

"I keep stuff down there?" Jack asked. He looked up at Ianto from where he had crouched on his hands and knees.

"Well, you kind of live down there."

Jack stuck his head down into the hole, looking at the cot bed, small wardrobe and chest of drawers. Then he looked up.

"I live in there?"

"Kind of," Ianto said. "But you can come and stay with me tonight."

Jack smiled and sat up, "really?"

"You can sleep in my spare room."

"Oh," Jack said. But then he looked up and smiled. "But you won't leave me though?"

"No, I'm not going to leave you Jack. I'll look after you, I've said that already."

"A lot," Jack said with a slightly wry smile. "I guess I don't get the point too well."

"I guess not at the moment." Ianto looked at him steadily. Jack, still knelt on the floor, looked back.

"Ianto?"

"What?" Ianto asked as he looked at the scared, anxious look in Jack's eyes. Jack put his hands together, twisting his fingers as he looked up at him. Ianto watched him, seeing his nerves, something that looked very new on Jack.

"I'm all right though? There's nothing wrong with me… that you're not telling me."

Ianto shrugged. "You're fine Jack, apart from the amnesia, of course. I don't think we could hide anything like that, if nothing else we'd need to deal with it. Besides…"

Just in time Ianto stopped before he accidentally told an unknowing Jack about his inability to die. That was not a good conversation topic for an emotionally fragile person, who couldn't remember anything about himself. He shook his head and swiftly moved to end the conversation.

"You're fine Jack, okay? I promise." Ianto smiled and held out his hand to help Jack up. Jack returned the smile and met the hand. Again he accepted what Ianto told him without question. "Come on, let's lock up and get out of here."

"Don't I get lonely living here?" Jack asked as Ianto led him out of the office.

"I don't think so," Ianto lied steadily. "There's always someone about, or something to do. It's never boring here."

"Oh," Jack said. He frowned, not sure how to answer that as he looked around at the huge room. Ianto shut down the necessary systems and took Jack to the door. The last thing he did was shut down the main lights and let the emergency lights come on. It gave the hub a slightly eerie glow and Jack's hand tightened on his.

"It looks lonely in here," Jack said in a very hushed tone. Ianto raised his eyebrows as the door slowly closed behind them.

"Sometimes I suppose, for all of us."