As soon as the others were gone, Ianto yawned, exhausted by the events of his day. He looked at his watch and groaned.

"It's barely 1, and I need a nap." Tosh chuckled, feeding strings of numbers into the computer.

"That's what happened with you Empaths, it takes so much energy to control your powers, that you don't have much to do anything else." Ianto collapsed into Gwen's chair.

"Does it say anything about us being coffee addicts? Because I think I'm going to go make my fourth cup." Tosh chuckled.

"No, basically, all I can find is that most Empaths are useless until they find their anchor, the person that they can go to when the world gets to be too much. Once they have that, then they start building tolerance to everything else." Tosh shrugged. "Other than keeping Jack around, which I can't find any scenario in which he isn't following you around anyway, you are now more prone to developing brain tumors, depression, and suicide." Ianto laughed.

"I've been at risk for all that and more since I joined Torchwood in the first place." Tosh nodded, saddened slightly. "Tosh, don't be upset over that ok? I came to terms with all of this years ago, the fact that I've nearly survived 10 years of Torchwood is a miracle. The fact that I've made it through Canary Warf, Lisa, Abbedon, Cannibals, John Hart, Jack Harkness, and numerous other occupational incedents, I've started to consider myself the luckiest man in Cardiff." Tosh smiled.

"So, that concert tonight, are you ready for that?" Ianto groaned again. "No. I'm tired, and if it's bad enough that you guys are going to be there, but I have to introduce Jack to my mates." Tosh stifled a laugh.

"They don't know that you're-" Ianto gave her a stern look.

"I'm not. It's just Jack, Tosh." Tosh through up her hand's in mock defense.

"You are in a relationship now Ianto. You'll be introducing Jack to a lot more than just other band members." The Welshman bolted upright.

"Shit, Tosh, how the hell am I going to introduce Jack to my family? Last thing they heard of my love life, I was engaged to Lisa."

Jack felt a sudden rush of anxiety in his stomach, and swerved in traffic, nearly hitting a car in the other lane.

"Shit, Jack! Are you trying to Bloody kill us?" Gwen shrieked. Jack tuned her out. "Ianto, Yan are you ok?" Jack screamed through their link, unsure if his Welshman could hear him from this distance.

"Yes, Jack, I'm fine, Tosh just brought up a scary topic is all" Jack let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Care to share?" Ianto bit his lip nervously, anxiety flaring again.

"You aren't going to like it." the immortal fidgeted, whatever it was, it had Ianto upset, and that took a lot.

"Hit me." The Welshman took a deep breath.

"She brought up meeting the parents." Jack nearly swerved out of traffic again.

"Meeting the family? Ianto I don't know if-" A flood of comfort from Ianto.

"I'm not either Jack, believe me. That's why the thought freaked me out. But it will be a while before that's an issue, so let's just set it aside and, oh I don't know, never come back to it." Jack suppressed a chuckle, Gwen was already looking at him like he was mad.

"Soon Ianto, I would like to meet your family, have you meet mine, but not now. Right now, I want you to take a nap, I can feel how tired you are."

Ianto stretched again, the heaviness of sleep drifting over him, Jack was right.

"Yea, I am, I'm going to sleep, Tosh'll wake me when I'm needed. Love you Jack." The Captain smiled, "Love you too."

Tosh looked at Ianto, she saw the sleep in his eyes, the way his body sagged into the chair.

"Couch still has a blanket on it from last night." Tosh said, and Ianto smiled,

"thanks, but I think I'm going to crash Jack's bunk." The technician blushed, the casual way that he had referred to it throwing her off balance.

"Oh yea, sorry forgot about that." The embarrassment rolling of the technician had Ianto blushing slightly.

"Wake me up if anything happens in Splott, or with Glib and Fall." Tosh nodded, turning to her computer screen and continuing to enter streams of code. Ianto trudged up to his lover's office, nearly falling down the man-hole onto the mattress, only to find a shoe box sitting on it. Ianto wanted to toss it off and curl up, but his curiosity caught the better of him. He inspected the box, scanning the sides for any indication of its contents or owner, before giving it a good shake. The rustling of papers peaked the Archivist's curiosity further, as he gingerly pulled off the lid.