Again, I posted the last one so long ago that it doesn't make much sense to thank my reviewers in a huge long list, so I'll just send out a general thanks to all reviewers (that's that bit, by the way). This is just a short thing that popped into my head and doesn't really fit here or anywhere else. I just put it here because I didn't want to post it separately. It's set about mid-series 1.

Shots

Ianto tried not to glance round at the expectant circle, certain he wouldn't want to see the expressions on Jack and Owen's faces. They already had in mind exactly what they were going to say, and Ianto was certain it wasn't going to be good. Jack was already holding his glass.

It was easy for him. There wasn't anything Jack had never done.

"Come oooonnn Ianto. You're even slower than Tosh."

Tosh and Gwen didn't seem to mind that he was taking a while – both were already clearly regretting having been dragged into this game and were keen to delay Owen's turn for as long as possible. They had both managed to come up with something – something about never going to America or getting married, as far as Ianto could remember – which was better that he could manage. He hated this game. It was so hard to play without saying too much about… well, too much about anything, really.

Owen shifted his seat again in impatience and cleared his throat for another comment. Ianto's gaze alighted on his bandaged arm and seized it as a lifeline.

"I've never been shot."

Owen stopped saying whatever he was about to say and poured drink down his open mouth instead. The others all drank as well.

"We didn't learn much new from that." Tosh commented in a relieved tone of voice.

"We've got to go round and explain, remember." Jack prompted them. This seemed to be Jack's way of making a game of 'never have I ever' even more like torture.

"Fine." Gwen muttered. "When we were up in the Brecon Beacons."

"That Lerxiwhatsit that came through last week." Owen supplied. "As you all know." He turned to Jack boredly.

"Do you want the full list?"

"No thanks."

"You ought to drink the whole bottle." Gwen pointed out.

"At least ten, I should say. Come on, Owen, it's your go."

"Wait a minute." Owen was looking confused. "What about Tosh? I can't remember Tosh ever getting shot."

Everyone apart from Gwen stared at him in astonishment.

"Do you really not remember?" Tosh asked, after a considerable period of time.

"No. When was it?"

"About a year ago." Jack replied. "Before Gwen came." He was still examining Owen carefully.

"Doesn't ring a bell."

Tosh held his gaze for a moment. "Do you remember that time when you were shouting that your hand-gun was broken and you brought it to me because Suzie wasn't there, and you waved it in front of me and said "Look! It won't fire!" "

"No."

"Well that's when I got shot."

I'll soon be posting a stand-alone short story, but I don't know how regularly I'll be updating, since I'm off to uni next week!