Ianto could hear them whispering as they returned from Jack's office twenty minutes later. He'd long since tidied away the cutlery strewn over the kitchen units and had just place the last of the mugs of coffee upon the tray he'd set out.

"Just be nice to him!" Gwen hissed as she, Tosh and Owen stood in the kitchen doorway.

Ianto turned and smiled at them, watching them carefully. They were looking at him with annoyingly sickening sympathetic faces. Apart from Owen who just looked normal, evidently deciding that no amount of torture would change the way he acted towards a person. Somehow Ianto found Owen the most appeasing person. He wanted everyone to act normally, to just pretend it had never happened.

"Any coffee going Ianto?" Owen asked, striding in front of the two women.

"Yeah," Ianto handed over a mug and Owen took it, mumbling his thanks and heading back out towards his workstation. Ok, so maybe he would've normally received a sarcastic comment by now, but Owen was defiantly not making an effort to remind Ianto of what he'd been through. Unlike the women.

"Are you alright, Ianto?" Tosh asked.

"Never better," Ianto nodded, though they both knew it was a lie. It was a stupid question to ask really; what was he supposed to say? Well, I'm not really, I have just been held captive and tortured as well as being abused sexually and mentally. So no, I'm not in the best of shape.

Ianto decided that his unspoken answer was better off staying that way. Gwen was looking at him with her huge puppy-dog eyes now and it was all he could do to keep his cool. There was no point mourning after him now, he was safe and that's all that mattered. He didn't want to dwell on what had happened and he would've preferred it if the rest didn't either.

"Coffee?" He asked, walking towards them with the tray. "I've got some biscuits as well."

"Ianto you should be resting," Gwen said, taking the coffee off the tray.

"I'm fine," he said, careful not to sound anything but polite. He was going to find today very stressful he knew.

When Tosh and Gwen had finally let him go up to Jack's office with the last of the coffee and biscuits he was about ready to collapse.

"Alright Ianto?" Jack asked not looking up.

"If one more person asks me that I'm going to kill them," Ianto said quietly.

Jack looked up raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he said taking the coffee off the tray that Ianto had set down.

"I know, I'm sorry," Ianto ran a hand through his hair. "But that's the only conversation I've had all morning. Oh, Ianto, are you alright? It's driving me crazy!"

Jack took a gulp of coffee.

"Well would you rather we took a different approach?" Jack asked. "Pull yourself together you no good sissy! What are you crying about, it was only a few cuts and bruises and a few sex deprived men! Something like that perhaps?"

Ianto smiled slightly.

"No, I just want things to be the way they were," he replied sighing. "But it's never going to be the same really is it? I suppose you had to tell that lot everything?"

Jack nodded.

"Yeah," he said apologetically. "I expressly forbade them to mention it unless you started the conversation, but I did tell them."

"S'alright," Ianto shrugged. "I suppose I would've told them sooner or later in conversation. Maybe not Owen though, I don't need to give him any more reason for him to think I'm just a pathetic little tea boy."

"Oh, yes, forgot to mention," Jack grinned. "I threatened to dock Owen's wages if he called anyone by anything but their proper name for the next week."

"I think Owen's going to starve to death pretty soon then," Ianto headed towards the door. "I'm going to hide in the kitchen. I may come out for the cups later when I've calmed down a bit."

"You say that like you're hyper, Ianto," Jack shook his head smiling slightly. "You can't get much more laid back."

Ianto smiled slightly. Jack was trying to cheer him up. He recognised the usual banter, but with much less innuendo. He was making a real effort. Still, he appreciated what they were doing, all of them, even if it was driving him mad.

Heading down towards the kitchen again, he passed Owen who mumbled something about going to check on Bo. Ianto wondered if he ought to go with Owen. Bo hadn't come up to find food or water and he was beginning to worry a little.

Then he decided against it. Owen wouldn't want the tea-boy cramping his style whilst he did his doctor-ly duties. So Ianto continued back to the kitchen and set about cleaning the already spotless units.

Jack sat back in his chair, wondering whether he ought to make Ianto rest. The Welshman would never agree to it of course, but he still felt it his responsibility as the Captain of this team to make sure they were all fit and healthy.

He was just about to stand up when his comm crackled into life. Picking it up he fitted it onto his ear.

"Go ahead," he said.

"It's Owen, we've got a situation," Owen's voice floated down the comm.

"What's wrong?" Jack sat up a little straighter.

"I need you down in the basement, now," Owen replied.

Jack sighed and got up, heading down towards the basement and the cells. Evidently a pregnant teenager was too much for Owen to handle on his own.

As Jack turned the corner and came into the holding cell Bo was staying in he got the shock of his life. The girl was sat shivering, a blanket round her shoulders, blood splattered onto the floor. Owen was holding a baby and looking particularly disgruntled.

"I need you to take him whilst I get her cleaned up," Owen handed the newborn over to Jack.

"How did we not hear her giving birth?" Jack asked.

"She's in shock, Jack, I doubt she knew what was happening," Owen replied, setting out his medical kit to check Bo over.

Jack headed up to the main part of the Hub, clutching the tiny boy in his arms. Owen had cut the umbilical cord and wrapped him in a spare blanket. Tosh and Gwen came rushing over as soon as they realised what Jack was carrying.

"Is it Bo's?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah," Jack nodded, glancing up as Ianto stuck his head out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. "I need you and Tosh to go and help Owen."

Gwen nodded and she and Tosh moved past Jack, heading down into the basement. Ianto walked slowly towards Jack as the women disappeared.

"Boy or girl?" He asked curiously, staring at the tiny bundle.

"Boy," Jack smiled slightly, looking down at the baby. "Well, that's what Owen said, but he was been wrong before."

Ianto chuckled.

"You're never going to let him live that down are you?" He said.

"Nope," Jack shook his head. He paused for a moment then looked up at Ianto. "Know much about caring for babies?"

"A little, why?" Ianto frowned.

"I need someone to look after him, whilst I help deal with Bo," Jack said, holding out the baby boy to Ianto.

Ianto took him still looking confused.

"Surely it doesn't need all four of you to do the job?" He asked.

"There are some things I have to explain to Bo, and Owen will have to clean her up and Tosh and Gwen will need to write up reports," Jack lied quickly, turning and heading back to the others before Ianto could protest.

Of course, Ianto wasn't totally stupid. Indeed, someone was needed to look after the child until Bo was fit and healthy again, but it didn't have to be Ianto. Jack had only given the baby to him as a distraction. Ianto smiled to himself. Jack was too good for him sometimes.