A/N: Ok, first chapter was a bit short, ok very short, my apologies, but I think it was more of a prolgue. Promise this chapter will be better. Enjoy! –FlowerPetalsToTheWind (I do not own Torchwood that would be my Idol, Russell T Davies)

At the end of a very long day, Ianto continued working after everyone had gone home. Just as he shut down his computer and finished reorganising his tourist pamphlets, Jack came in, "One more thing before you go, Ianto," Ianto's heart leapt hoping Jack had come for a goodnight kiss. He turned around to find his arms suddenly piled with paperwork. "Don't bother filling them in now, just organise them ready for me tomorrow." Jack said casually. As he started down the steps to the Hub he turned around again, "One more thing," Ianto lifted his head in hope, "Just do me a coffee before you leave. You know no-one can work the machine like you can." Jack winked and left.

Ianto stood there. His eyes pricked with tears. His stomach twisted in anger. What had he done to deserve to be treated like this? Jack was his boss, not his master. He, Ianto, had the right to go home, not continue doing Jack's work for him. Even if that wink had set somersaults in his stomach.

He loved Jack, that's what made him do everything for him. But what's the point if Jack doesn't respond? Ianto felt heartbroken at that moment, which was making him angry. An emotion he wouldn't usually show. But he didn't care anymore. He took the paperwork Jack had just dumped on him and stormed down to Jack's office. He went straight in and Jack looked up. "No." Ianto stated plainly.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm going home. I am not doing your paperwork for you, which I know you'll get me to do eventually. And seeing as my work finished," he glanced at his watch, "two hours ago, I think you can get your own damn coffee!" Ianto was breathing heavily. Jack raised his eyebrows.

"Ok." He said slowly. He got up from behind his desk, walked past the large pile of work and slipped his arms around Ianto's waist, "But no-one makes it as good as you." Jack pouted playfully. Ianto, however, wasn't impressed. He ignored the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach as they were soon being replaced with bubbling anger,

"You see! You're only affectionate when you want something. I can positively say that, had I just 'organised' your paperwork," he insinuated the common fact that that was Jack's code for, do my paperwork, "and obediently made your coffee, you would not be cuddling me now, would you?" he said, shrugging Jack off. As he looked at Jack, he sniffled, trying to hold back tears that were welling up in his eyes, giving a stinging sensation behind them making him want to cry more.

Ianto didn't feel angry anymore, now that he had stood up to Jack. But he felt, almost despair, sadness, feeding on every negative feeling he had locked up inside of him.

"Ianto, if you weren't a guy, I would seriously think you have PMT." Jack said, trying to keep a straight face. He thought Ianto was just pissing about.

"That's right, have another laugh at the tea-boy!" Ianto yelled. He headed out the door but Jack tried to grab his arm. He pulled away with surprising strength.

Jack called after him but Ianto didn't turn around. He grabbed his coat and stormed out of the cog door. Jack wasn't sure whether to go after him or not. He didn't think Ianto was messing about anymore. He decided to ring Owen instead.

"Owen?"

"Wha'?" came the grunt of a reply.

"What are the symptoms of a nervous breakdown?"

"If you're having one, I don't do callouts." Owen mumbled. Jack wasn't sure if Owen was sleepy or drunk or both.

"No, just reassure me that I'm wrong for once."

"Meh," Owen grumbled, "well I suppose basically someone having a nervous breakdown, just can't cope." he slurred, "They find it hard to concentrate on work, they cry for no accounted reason, they have uncontrolled emotions, get the picture?"

"Mmm."

"Those are like the first symptoms, you know? They can get worse if untreated, the sufferer can just have a complete mental breakdown if not helped." Owen explained further. "Why'd you ask anyway?"

"I think Ianto's not been coping well recently. The symptoms sound just like his recent behaviour" Jack confided in Owen.

"Hadn't noticed myself, but.."

"I think I need to get Ianto back to the Hub, before he hurts himself." Jack decided.

"Yup, that should help, keep a close eye on him, I'll take a look at him tomorrow." Owen added helpfully. After that he put the phone down.

Jack grabbed his greatcoat and left the Hub to find Ianto. In the millennium centre, Jack found the weather torrential. Rain pounded down, the wind pushed hard, and the lightening forks were followed by angry clatters of thunder. He had no idea where Ianto had gone, but his best bet was his flat. Jack got into the Torchwood SUV and headed for Ianto's flat.