Author's note: I am merging another short fic of mine with this one, as it fits. It isn't a song-fic, I promise.

"Are you two messing with me? You're fucking with me aren't you." Owen bounded into the room with Tosh in hand, He saw the crimson colored Tea-boy and the shocked Gwen.

"You tell her about Blue Gillespie yet?" Ianto sent Owen a warning glare, and Jack just smiled. Gwen's face drained of color.

"Blue Gillespie, there is no way. Ianto?" She turned on him.

"Heard of them then?" Gwen ran her fingers through her fringe.

"It's one of Rhys' favorite bands." Ianto smiled, it was nice to know that someone liked his music.

"Yea, well I s-sort of, sing, for them, a bit." He stammered and Gwen shook her head.

"No that isn't right, Rhys mentioned that their lead singer was some bloke named Gareth Lloyd." Ianto smiled slightly.

"My middle name and my mother's maiden name. Ianto Gareth Jones, Guinevere Tanwyn Lloyd Jones." He waved his hands about, hoping to wave the topic away. Jack smiled, he hadn't made that connection with the name, but it fit him.

"But I was supposed to go see them tonight with Rhys." Ianto paled slightly, trying to blend in with the background a bit. He had forgotten about his gig. Jack turned to him.

"You never said that you had a performance tonight?" Ianto stammered.

"I-I forgot. I've had other things to think about. Oh god, what time is it?" He pulled out his watch, noting the time before whipping out his phone.

"Hey, Rhys?" Ianto said, and the confusion pouring off of the others made his head swim. He leaned against the wall, for balance.

"Ianto! Hey mate! I was beginning to worry that you had forgotten about the gig tonight, you are still in for that right?" Ianto bit his lip. He didn't want to, not with people that he knew watching him, knowing who he really was.

"Don't you dare chicken out Ianto Gareth Jones. I want to see my favorite band perform, you aren't going to stop that." Ianto sighed, rubbing his temples and glaring at Jack.

"Yea, I'm in, and Rhys, could you reserve an extra seat?"

"Make that two." Tosh said with a giggle.

"Three, Tea-boy, I gotta see this." Ianto pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Make that three." A laugh sounded from the phone, loud and deep.

"Sure mate, I take it that your coworkers found out about your night job." Ianto groaned.

"And my boss." Jack grinned playfully at his Welshman.

"Tough break man. I'll see what I can do about those seats. Are you going to need a getaway car?" Ianto chuckled.

"Maybe, it depends on if you can keep up this time." More confusion from his audience, a hint of jealousy from Jack, that's cute.

"I'll keep up when you hit the right notes." Ianto smiled.

"Well, seeing as how I never mess up." A snort,

"Oh please, even if you did, you're screaming half the time so no one will notice." Ianto flushed pink, and Jack seething inwardly. Only he got to make Ianto blush like that. The immortal wanted to hear the other half of that conversation.

"Watch it Rhys." Another laugh on the line.

"So are you going to bring this mystery woman you've been seeing?" Ianto bristled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He heard Rhys yelling off of the phone,

"I win, 5 quid, yup, he denied she exists. Look, Ianto, after every show you disappear instead of playing with the groupies like the rest of us. Drummer boy bet that you just weren't interested in the local game, but I think it's because you've got a lady at home for ya." Ianto paled, but before he could speak, the Rift Alarm went off.

"Jesus mate, what's that."

"Emergency at work. I'll be there at 7" Ianto hung up the phone stuffing it into his jeans before running over to the team. "What is it?" Tosh, Gwen and Owen shared a look, all of them amused by Ianto's apparently embarrassing conversation.

"Small rift spike in Splott." Tosh said, Owen groaned.

"Why is it always Splott?" Ianto sighed inwardly. Before he could correct Owen on his pronunciation, Jack interrupted him.

"I believe it's pronounced Sploe." The Team looked at him, shocked by the Captain's correction.

"Now you've confused them. What are you getting at, quoting me?" A rush of amusement flooded through the Captain with his lover's comment. He gave Ianto a look that clearly stated for the Welshman to hush.

"Gwen, Owen, would you two like to go with me to Sploe? Tosh, Ianto, stay here and hold down the fort." Ianto was slightly disappointed, but he trusted Jack's choice.

"Don't over think it Yan. You have a gig tonight for one thing, and I want you to talk to Tosh about your Empathy." Ianto stiffened.

"Alright sir." Ianto walked off to the armory, collecting the Teams kit. The Immortal flooded him with love and compassion and Ianto returned the sentiment. He really wasn't angry, and he tried to convince Jack of that. He brought the kit out to the team. Owen was consciously feeding him support, which scared Ianto a little. Gwen was radiating happiness, and surprisingly, humility. Jack was this comforting warm patch that Ianto found it hard not to collapse into.

The Immortal saw Ianto waver slightly, knowing how tired the Welshman was. He squeezed Ianto's shoulder slightly, as the team turned to leave. Gwen sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"If you want to kiss him, kiss him, he's your boyfriend." Jack looked at Ianto with his signature cocky grin.

"You heard the lady." Ianto rolled his eyes, before grabbing the Captain's coat collar and dragging his lips down, crushing them together with such force and passion that the Immortal's head span. Ianto pulled away, turning Jack towards the door and pushing him lightly.

"Go on, work to do." Jack stumbled after his crew, dazed by the kiss.

As soon as the others were gone, Ianto yawned, exhausted by the events of his day.