Sorry this is so late tonight, I just got back from a Shakespeare play. Tonight features an appearance by PC Andy, who I adore but always have trouble writing, so any concrit would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Book

It was rare to find any downtime in the hub. What with invading aliens, a temperamental rift, and more than their fair share of office drama, a slow day was something of a godsend.

On this particular lazy afternoon, Ianto had retreated to the archives, and in the cool and quiet of what formerly must have been the archivist's office, if the desk and couch were any indication, Ianto cracked open a book. He became immersed in the tale PG Wodehouse presented, shutting out his surroundings in favor of the world between the pages. As such, Ianto didn't notice Jack until large hands encircled him from behind, smoothing their way down Ianto's shirt.

Resolutely, Ianto ignored him and kept reading. He could feel Jack smirking right behind his ear, his breath tickling the sensitive area, but damned if he was going to stop in the middle of a paragraph.

Jack slowly and seductively removed Ianto's tie before opening the first few buttons of Ianto's shirt, only enough to allow his hands access to the body underneath. While his bands began mapping the contours of Ianto's chest, stopping on occasion to idly tweak a sensitive nipple, Jack started ghosting kisses along Ianto's neck.

It took all of Ianto's willpower not to engage Jack, but he forced himself to concentrate on his book despite his growing arousal.

It was then that Jack tilted Ianto's head towards him. With a wide smirk and a nod towards the bulge in Ianto's trousers, he leant in to ask, "good book?"

Eye

Ianto could feel eyes on the back of his neck as he finished cleaning up the scene of an alien appearance through the rift. He turned around. At the end of the street stood PC Andy, complete with highlighter colored jacket. Ianto turned back around and started putting away his kit: he did not need to deal with police involvement right now.

"Got a call of a disturbance – I got sent to check it out. One of your spooky-do's, was it?" came a voice from close behind him.

"Yes," Ianto replied, not bothering to turn around as he finished packing. "Torchwood business, outside your jurisdiction." He tried to stay polite, but it had been a long day, and PC Andy was known for sticking his nose where it didn't belong and being annoyingly persistent.

"You don't need any help, then? Only I was thinking, even if you don't hire me, I could be a sort of unofficial-"

"No. We're done here. Goodnight."

With that Ianto left, still feeling those eyes on the back of his neck.

Never

When Ianto was a teenager, he'd joined in with the popular games of truth-or-dare, spin-the-bottle, and never-have-I-ever. He remembered the last particularly fondly, how he didn't want to win and be seen as a blushing virgin, but he didn't want to be the first to lose and be known as the total slut. Luckily for him, he had just enough experience to be lost and forgotten, ending up somewhere in the middle.

Gwen had tried to start a game of never-have-I-ever once on a rainy day in the hub. They had all been game to try, but it hadn't lasted long. They were all too experienced now.

Sing

Ianto, like most people, sang in the shower. Unlike most people, he also danced. In fact, he prided himself that he did his best dancing in the shower.

And so it was that on an ordinary day Ianto stepped into the shower after having woken up next to Jack. He idly reached for the shampoo as he began to sing under his breath, "I feel good, nanananananana."

Lathering his hair, he started with some vague hip thrusts, and when his hands were free he used them to do 70's scuba dance moves. Shuffle to the left, shuffle to the right, time for the big finale.

Ianto span around, but slipped and with a resounding thud fell to the floor, water still spraying him from above.

"Ianto," called Jack from the bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Stick to singing."

Sudden

It only took one bullet and then it was over. Ianto was already beginning to black out, for what he knew to be the final time, and no one else had even had a chance to release the breaths they had been holding yet. He hadn't wanted to go this way, killed by someone so human, so ordinary. When he had thought of his death, he imagined an epic battle against some monstrous alien, and sacrificing himself to save the universe. But it seems that wasn't to be.

Ianto could see jack racing towards him, a look of desperation on his face. And all of a sudden, the world went black.