Thanks again for the support; I'm really enjoying writing this again… although the distraction from my revision is a nightmare. If I fail my A-Levels, I'm blaming this website. (The inspiration for Owen's hangover was 'Lucky Jim' by Kingsley Amis).

The first thing Ianto asked himself when he woke up was why there was a marching band currently playing in their secret underground base. The second thing he asked himself was why did he have so much to drink the night before. His thoughts however, were soon interrupted by a quiet chuckle, that both sounded and felt like an earthquake. "You feeling okay?" He heard a familiar voice ask.

"Is the grass blue?" Ianto muttered in response, immediately regretting even replying when hit with a sharp pain in his forehead.

Jack chuckled. "Well, actually on the planet-" But he stopped when Ianto thumped him on the chest. The chest he was lying on. That would explain the earthquake then. "You're pretty cute when you're ill." He told the groaning Welshman. "How'd I get so lucky, huh?"

Ianto just attempted to sluggishly roll his eyes. "Last night probably had something to do with it." He replied with a yawn and a tired smile. "I'm gonna take a shower." The younger man stated, untangling his body from Jack's and heaving the sack of bones that was his body out of bed. He turned to look at the older man. "You coming?" He asked suggestively, despite the thump in his head.

Jack grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

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Owen awoke to the sound of a thousand drills, clawing out chunks of his brain only for them to be smashed to pieces with a violent, unrelenting sledgehammer. He was sprawled across the metallic floor with an arm bent awkwardly around his neck, like a pile of broken bones left to decompose and rot in an old mortuary. The blinding light in his face was nothing compared to the strain of actually looking at his surroundings, and he found himself wondering why there were four, blurry versions of the objects in the room as he resolved to never move his eyeballs again. The dusty pounding in his head seemed to increase as he tried to groan, the sand lodged in his throat and the glue in his mouth preventing him from actually doing so. And so, Owen concluded. He was definitely dying.

"Morning, Owen." Tosh called to him, cheerfully. At least Owen thought it was cheerful… he couldn't really hear over the sound of the crashing waves that were throwing themselves against the side of his skull. He moaned in response, causing a new surge of spinning and dizziness. "I'm so glad I didn't drink as much as you." She laughed.

Owen hated her. But he would voice that opinion when he felt like it wouldn't be vomit that left his mouth should he open it.

"Feeling rough, Owen?" Gwen teased. She too was nursing a bad hangover, but having woken up an hour ago and claimed some of Torchwood's extra strength painkillers and a coffee, she was feeling considerably better than the man lying on the floor. "I've left Jack and Ianto a note that says breakfast in 10, God bless Ianto and his planning for every situation – he's bought bread, eggs, milk… the works. Dunno what we'd do without him sometimes." She rambled, smiling fondly at the thought of her friend.

"Why didn't you just tell them?" Owen heaved, taking an extreme amount of effort to sit upright, propping himself against the sofa.

"They were in the shower." The Welshwoman replied, grinning.

Owen scowled. "There's one mental image, I definitely didn't need."

The girls both laughed at him, walking into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and leaving Owen to sulk on the floor behind them.

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After the team (bar Jack, who's 51st century genes protected him from the dreaded sickness) had recovered a bit from their hangovers and gotten some food in their systems, they decided to split up and do some work.

Tosh was currently settled at her workstation, a cup of Ianto's brilliant coffee at her side and a piece of alien technology in her hands; she figured if she was gonna be stuck in the Hub for days on end she may as well get some work done. After a few minutes of poking and prodding the strange device, she stared in wonder as it started to glow, a dull yellow light surrounding it in warmth. Tosh felt a surge of success flow through her as she inspected the new reaction… an interesting one to say the least. "Maybe being stuck here isn't such a bad thing after all." She thought to herself.

Gwen lounged around at her computer desk with a sad look on her face as she thought about her husband. She knew that Rhys probably would of clocked on to the fact she was snowed in what with the Hub being underground, but that wouldn't stop him worrying like crazy about her. Torchwood was always a full time job and sometimes she would be out for an entire night, but she was concerned that her not returning for another day would cause him to panic further than necessary. The problem was that she had absolutely no way of contacting the man due to the lack of reception they got here… except… what was it Ianto had done when Suzie tried to kill her? Use the water tower as a relay? If she could get Ianto to do it again – she would have a way of contacting Rhys! 'Maybe being stuck here isn't so bad after all.' She thought to herself as she went to find Ianto, a smile on her face once again.

Down in the archives, Ianto was deep in thought as he sorted and filed away the many reports and artefacts Torchwood had scavenged over the years. The things he found down here were fascinating, and the young man would be lying if he didn't say he loved being down here to investigate the things left behind from different worlds, away from the distractions in the main Hub… namely Owen. Lost in his internal ramblings Ianto jumped as he felt an arm snake around his waist and pull him against their body. After getting over the initial shock, Ianto smiled to himself as he turned around and kissed the older mans nose, rewarding him with a blinding, albeit slightly surprised, smile. "Maybe being stuck here isn't such a bad thing after all."

After giving Ianto about 30 minutes to get some work done, Jack couldn't resist following his boyfriend down to the archives to spend a little more quality time with him. In the past few months, he and Ianto had become a lot closer, and Jack was enjoying seeing the man become more comfortable about their relationship around the Hub, especially since last night. Jack wasn't too sure why Ianto enjoyed being down in the archives a lot, as it took ages to find him whenever he was down there not to mention the fact that it was cold and dark in the gloomy aisles. Eventually, after reaching the K-L section, Jack had located the Welshman and proceeded to sneak up behind him, successfully making him jump when his arms wrapped around his waist. In a turn of events, the man in question turned comfortably in the immortals arms and kissed him on the nose, causing Jack to look at him in surprise. "If this is the effect being locked in has had on Ianto, maybe being stuck here isn't such a bad thing after all."

Owen was bored out of his mind. Since the effects of his hangover had dulled considerably, he was now at a loss for something to do. Yes, he had at least 3 reports that should've been done a week ago… but this was technically his day off, and the medic would be damned if he was doing any work on his day off. Rolling back on his chair, the doctor was able to see what his co-workers were up to. Tosh was playing around with a piece of alien tech, poking it in a way he was sure couldn't be safe. Gwen was looking rather glum… probably thinking about her ruined Christmas with Rhys. Ianto was in the archives, but Owen had it on good authority that their boss had followed him down there, so he was trying hard not to think about what that meant. "Being here is just as bad as I thought it was gonna be." He groaned internally.

Sorry that this has turned out to be something of a filler, I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP, but I felt like putting some insight into how the characters were feeling. Thanks!