Hey you guys! I am EXTREMELY sorry for the lack of posting in all of my stories! At the beginning of this month I began working at a coffee shop on Saturday's (until school gets out, then I'll work a couple days a week there) and I have to be there by 6:30AM. That means actually going to sleep at a decent hour on Friday nights, which is usually when I am most free to write. Please also accept my apologies for the shortness of this chapter. I just wanted to get one posted. Also, there will be a message at the end of the chapter so please read!


When Ianto woke up again, Owen was hovering over him. His vision was blurry. Owen disappeared and reappeared several times until finally he spoke to him.

"Hey, Ianto. You with us again?" Owen's voice sounded muffled.

"Jack..?" Ianto muttered.

"No, Jack's asleep." Owen replied.

"He's dead…?"

Owen chuckled, moving out of Ianto's line of sight. "No, he's really just asleep this time."

Ianto closed his eyes again and breathed. He vaguely registered the pain pulsing through him, but it had faded a great amount, most likely due to morphine. He'd owe Owen many thanks after this.

"Just rest, Teaboy." Owen said.

Ianto's thoughts were cloudy and he couldn't remember something. He knew it was important. He open his heavy eyelids every couple of minutes to stare up at the ceiling. Sleep came in waves. The next time he opened his eyes, it was because a familiar hand had caressed his cheek, the thumb stroking his cheekbone.

"Hey, sleepy." Jack smiled down at him.

"Hey." Ianto murmured. His throat felt extremely dry and constricted and he ended up coughing. A straw was poked at his lips and he allowed it, sucking on it weakly. The cool water felt good in his throat and he sat there for several minutes, slowly sucking down at least half the glass.

"Thirsty much?" Jack teased gently, setting down the cup.

Ianto hummed in response, taking a deep breath. It still hurt his throat but it wasn't as bad as before. There was a long silence after as Jack stared at Ianto's calm face. Finally Ianto broke it. "Don't you have paperwork to be doing or something?' He didn't expect the hurt look on Jack's face from his comment. "Cause I don't know if Owen would want me doing any in this state." He lightened it, smiling.

Jack's shoulders slackened. "Yeah." He chuckled quietly. "It can wait."

"That's what you always say." Ianto teased. "But if you're really not going to do it, how about making me a cuppa?"

"Course." Jack grinned at him. Ianto closed his eyes, expecting to hear Jack's footsteps disappear upstair, but instead he felt a warm pair of lips press to his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he was blushing at Jack's retreating back.


It was so short. I'm sorry. But, since I'm getting out of school next week (27th of June), I am asking all of my beautiful readers if you'd like any story requests! I'd love to do them. Especially if you have things in mind that you'd like to read, not write. Or for anyone who loves to edit and coauthor stories, I'd love that! Also! I have been searching near and far for Janto roleplayers because I'm getting a bit bored with my lack of roleplay. If anyone's interested, message me! I've got plenty of starters! :)