The day was becoming increasingly slower, as the rift had been uncharacteristically quiet. Owen had begun dissecting something that no-one dared question, just for something to do. Tosh was creating yet another translation program, and Gwen was pretending to do paperwork, but was really just staring into space. Ianto was making coffee, as usual.

The only person who had something to do was Jack, and that was only because he'd decided to busy himself with a piece of alien technology. He sat in his office, playing with the buttons on the shiny metal control pad. He suddenly whooped with joy as he realised it had worked. He jumped up from his desk and ran down to the main area of the Hub, where his team were gathered.

"Look! I did it!" he yelled happily.

His employees turned, and several things happened at once. Owen choked on the coffee he'd been drinking, Tosh blushed and looked away, Gwen openly stared and Ianto's eyes widened, as did the tiny smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing, Harkness?!" Owen shouted.

"I got the de-fabricator working" he grinned. Owen rolled his eyes and walked back to the autopsy bay, away from a very happy, very naked Jack Harkness.

"Sir, maybe you should put some clothes on" Ianto said quietly.

"Why?" Jack smirked, "It's nothing you haven't seen before"

Ianto blushed and looked down, "That's beside the point" he muttered.

Jack skipped over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Aww, Yan, are you embarrassed?"

Ianto shook his head, his face still an odd shade of red. Jack leant in to whisper in his ear seductively.

"You know, you could always help me get dressed"

Ianto raised his eyebrows, "Do you really need help to do that, sir?"

"Ianto, you call me sir one more time I'm gonna have to jump you" he rolled his eyes, "And I think you do a much better job than I do"

Ianto spluttered, and Jack grinned at the innuendo.

"I meant you do a better job of dressing, seeing as you come from a line of master tailors"

"I see," Ianto said, "Well, I suppose, seeing as I'm not doing anything...."

"Yay!" Jack beamed, grabbing Ianto's hand and pulling him up to the office.

Ianto let himself be led, rolling his eyes at Tosh, who giggled quietly.

Once they reached the office, Ianto stepped away from Jack and began gathering up his clothes from the floor.

"What are you doing, Yan?" Jack asked, confused.

"Helping you get dressed, Sir" he replied as if he was stating the obvious.

Jack grinned, wrapping his arms around Ianto's waist and resting his chin on the younger man's shoulder.

"You know, I don't really need you to dress me"

Ianto escaped Jack's embrace and headed for the door, and smirked.

"Well, then I best get back to work" he teased, walking back out into the main hub with a smile. Jack pouted disappointedly, until he spotted the alien object still sitting on his desk. He picked it up and began to examine the buttons again. He chuckled as an idea struck him. He knew exactly how to get Ianto in his office, and also slightly less clothed......