"I have the key." Frank said. Mikey grinned evilly and beckoned him forward to the lock.

Ianto jumped back from his spot. He had seen all this from the peep hole in the door and decided that was a good time to back away and start pulling things in front of the door.

He heaved the sofa over and then sat on it, figuring he'd be cornered if he hid, so he waited.

And waited.

There was no sound of the key entering a lock, no footsteps, no voices.

Ianto knelt up and looked through the hole again.

There was no one there.

Standing up, confused, he pushed the sofa back to it's original place and sighed.

That was too tense for words, but he was still on edge. What the hell had happened there?

Worn out from the long day, Ianto yawned and stretched his arms above his head before climbing in to bed fully clothed. He fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

"I have the key" Frank said. Mikey grinned evilly and beckoned him forward to the lock.

Frank bent down a little, and that's when he felt cloth on his face.

"M-Mikey. Le'go." He said before fainting.

Jack put Mikey and Frank in Frank's SUV before driving them back to the address he found on Mikey's driving license. He then placed Frank in the driver's seat and Mikey in the passengers, before deciding to get revenge for what they had almost done to Ianto.

He took both their shirts and trousers, hiding the clothes under the seats. He then moved the two men to a more compromising position before leaving, as he needed to return Jaq before she woke up.

Where was he meant to put Jaq though? She was living at Ianto's in a few days and he would be expecting her over, but he couldn't put her in Ianto's bed, he just couldn't.

But where the hell did she live?

He didn't have long until the mix of sleeping tablets and retcon wore off on everyone, and giving her any more would kill the few braincells she had. He had no time to search the Torchwood database, and she was not carrying any form of identification... It would be so easy to kill her. So easy. But he doubted that would go down well with Ianto when they got back together, and Jaq was needed for there to be a wedding so...

He sighed, his head in his hands as her body stirred. Turning his car round, he sped back to ianto's and plopped her down outside the door. He then used her phone to drop call Ianto, so he would wake in a few minutes, see the missed call and open the door and get her. At least, that's what he hoped would happen, the plan wasn't entirely thought out but one thing was for sure.

He had to leave, now. Jaq's stirring was a little more now, and he had administered her the medication first so the others would start waking up soon.

Sprinting back down the stairs, he hopped in the car and drove at a normal pace back to his hotel, so as not to seem suspicious.

God, Ianto had better apprieciate everything he was doing here.

"Jeeesus, my head!" Mikey groaned, his croaky voice coming out as a whisper. He was thankful for the whisper though, because he then realised where he was. His limbs were tangled with Frank's, his clothes were god knows were and his boxers were round one ankle. Frank was on top of him, his boxers on but a lot lower than one would normally wear them.

Now all Mikey had to do was crawl out from under him without waking him, find both their clothes and then get back home and forget all about this.

He was thankful for the black tinted windows as he pulled his arm free from Frank, who decided to cuddle closer in his unconsious state.

It was hopeless. Frank was going to wake up if he moved any more, and so Mikey decided to stay right where he was and pretend to be asleep.

How drunk had they got? He only remembered a few beers, then deciding they were going to pay Gerard's friend a visit.

Did they drive drunk? Mikey tried to peer out the window, exhaling when he recognised his house, even from the weird angle.

"I'm not even gay!" Mikey thought. "Oh god, what if this means something to Frank? I can't-"

At the moment, Frank decided to wake up. He yawned in Mikey's face, stretched and then opened his eyes. And then he screamed, "waking" Mikey.

"Ohgodohgodohgod" He muttered while tidying himself up. He glanced over at Mikey who was doing the same.

"Erm, Mikes. I know it kinda seems obvious, but did we...?" He questioned, dreading the answer.

"I don't rememember..." Mikey replied, his voice small.

"Should we just pretend this -whatever this is- never happened?" Frank looked up when he heard this, his eyes teary. Mikey had never seen Frank cry.

"Please. I just... Ugh! I can't believe it. No offense Mikey, but you're not really my type." He sobbed, but with a slight smile at the end.

Mikey was confused as to why Frank was crying, but didn't bring it up as that was hardly "forgetting about it".

"Come on, let's go back inside." He offered, his hand on Frank's shoulder as a slight comfort to the crying man, who sobbed more.

Mikey hauled him up and took him inside, expertly opening the front door with one hand, the other holding up Frank, who was a wreck. Mikey saw Gerard sitting down watching tv and shrugged in reply to his enquiring look about Frank.

Gerard came and sat next to Frank, mirroring Mikey's actions so they each had a hand on Frank's shoulders.

At the new touch, Frank looked up at Gerard.

"I'm sorry."

Woah, guys, long 'un today.

None tomorrow though, I'm out all day almost.

So Jack has saved the day for Ianto but he's fucked up Frank's life.

And now we have emotional Frank, awkward-er Mikey, sneaky Jack, asleep and abandoned Jaq, asleep Ianto, and confused and ever sassy Gerard.

Reviews are hot, buttered toast, which is totally not what I ate just before writing this.

Now, you guys, I've written this instead of revising, I have exams all of next week.

Chapters will be rare next week, and they'll be short if I do any.

But after that I'll be back!

And depending on how this twists, it might be a long story. Yay!