DISCLAIMER: Don't own, highly doubt I ever will – the characters. Except the ones based on the peeps I know. It should be clear who those are – but, just in case, you'll need to know that I don't work for Torchwood. At least not Torchwood Three.
Erin's eyes had grown wide when Ianto had taken her into the Hub via the lift. Myfawnwy had been delighted to have visitors so late at night. Since Jack had been staying with Susan, she had missed their late-night "walks".
"Was that a..." she had asked, holding on to Ianto tighter than she already was, if that was possible. He supposed that he would have the fingernail marks in his arms for the next two weeks.
He chuckled. "Yes! And that's just the beginning."
"Ummm – I guess this means that you don't work for the Tourism Office after all?" She wanted to sock him in the arm but was afraid that the dinosaur she had seen was a glorified guard dog.
"Nope."
"So what is this place called?" She looked around, trying to draw it all in.
There was a momentary jolt as the lift settled into place. Once they had stepped off, Ianto sent it back to the surface, lest someone just stumble and fall in.
"This," he spread his arms wide and indicated the room around them, "is Torchwood."
"Torch what?"
"Torchwood. Where I work," he suddenly felt like this might have been a bad idea.
"What do you do here, exactly?" She looked around in confusion, trying to find a place where she thought that Ianto would fit perfectly.
"Personally?" He saw her nod. "I make sure this place runs smoothly – and the coffee." he laughed at the bit he had tacked on. "If you want to know what Torchwood does, that's a lot harder to say."
"Try me," she challenged, sitting on the sofa heavily.
"Coffee first." Ianto told her and disappeared for a bit before returning to her with two steaming mugs. "We work for the government, but not really. I guess you could say that we investigate supernatural and alien activity in the area due to the placement of the rift right here in Cardiff."
"Great," Erin sighed, taking a large draw from her cup. "I'm marrying the X-Files' personal Barista."
"Hey now," he sounded offended as he joined her on the couch.
"I didn't mean it, really, Yan. But you have to know that this is a lot to take in." Her eyes slipped shut for a moment. "And, suddenly, I'm very tired..."
He was glad now that he had thought to slip the barest dose of Retcon into her steaming beverage, knowing that it would only erase the parts of the night after the meal itself. "Then close your eyes. I'll make sure you get home okay."
She leaned on his shoulder, grateful. "I love you, Ianto Jones, no matter where you work."
He swore under his breath as he heard her breathing become steady.
All right now – this is just ridiculous. Those hot men highjacked my story for a bit, but I think I have it under control. I talked to Jack and he said he'd think about talking to Susan. But as he said it, I cold have sworn he was looking at Nicole walking away...Jack will be Jack I guess...LOLZ