Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long. I'm a bad bad author-- go on, spank me, you know you ant to ;P. I'm already working on the next chapter. Not sure how long it'll take cos it's more difficult to co-ordinate my writing and DaydreamerNiteWriter's betaing cos we're far away from eachother now. Thanks to everyone who reviews, it really does push me to finish chapters, and makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Don't know if i mentioned this before, but the story is set during series 1, so maybe a few things make more sense now Oo. I just wanna set the record straight here. When I talk about Jack wanting to touch Ianto, i don't mean in a sexual way OO that would be disturbing. I think their relationship extends a bit more than just sex sex sex, and anyways, in my fic they haven't had sex yet, they were just getting there when the device got in the way. I'm sorry if some people are misreading it, but it is categorically NOT paeodphillic. There is obviously sexual attraction between the two, but when Jack thinks about Ianto like that he's viewing him in his adult form, and we have to remember that Ianto has the mind of a 25 year old.,. Sorry about the rant, and thanks again to all you regulars who always support me hope you enjoy this enstallment. love n cookies, please RR xxx
When Ianto woke, he was sprawled across Jack's chest. Jack was lying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head and the other curled protectively around the child. They were in Ianto's bed, in his flat. The night before, they'd gotten back to the Hub and Ianto had said he'd needed to make sure everything was ok at his flat, and do some cleaning. He'd ended up watching some brain-melting kids TV whilst Jack did the cleaning for him. The result was an almost clean house. Now, Ianto noticed, Jack was actually sleeping for once. It was so rare for him to fall asleep that Ianto didn't dare wake him, so spent a while simply watching him sleep and enjoying the warmth and comfort of his own bed. After a few long minutes, Jack stirred lazily, and blinked himself awake.
It was common knowledge that Jack Harkness, on the rare occasions he did sleep, was not very good at waking up. He looked down at Ianto, bleary-eyed. His hair was messed up and his eyes were still clouded from sleep, and Ianto wished he wasn't a baby so he could ravish him, but there was nothing to be done about it. Instead, he grinned and extricated himself from the drowsy Captain's arms. He wriggled off the bed and toddled towards the kitchen, checking the time on the clock in his hall. It was 10 am already. Jack had slept in. Ianto rolled his eyes and pushed a chair up to the counter top, using it to climb up and open one of the cupboards where he kept his mugs. He pulled two out, and walked across the surface to the coffee machine, depositing Jack's mug under it, and hitting the switch for an espresso. First-thing-in-the-morning Jack needed all the caffeine he could get, so Ianto made it a double, and carefully stirred in some sugar. As he finished, said man stumbled into the kitchen like a drugged elephant and leaned heavily on the surface. He fixed Ianto with a somewhat unsteady glare.
"Not sposed to use the cfee mshine at your age!" He mumbled, before taking the drink anyway and knocking it back. He handed the cup back to the child, who placed it under the machine again to fill it with a latte.
"It wood have been mowe danjewus if you did it! You're still asweep!" He countered, handing the mug to the Captain once again. "You'd best have a showur. It mite wake you up." Jack nodded sagely and watched as Ianto toddled over to the Fridge and attempted to open it, balancing precariously on the edge of the surfaces. Jack shuffled over and murmured,
"Lemme." Before opening the fridge and passing Ianto the orange juice. They'd cleaned out the fridge the night before, so only a few things were left. It was amazing how quickly things went off if you left them for five days. Ianto poured himself some juice, then went to the breadbin, sliding four pieces into the toaster, and turning it on. He looked at Jack, who slowly got out the margarine and the jam. He scowled at the marmite as he placed it down for Ianto, and went back to drinking his coffee. Once the toast hap popped, Ianto allowed Jack to spread the margarine for him, declining the marmite as he was unsure if it would agree with his toddler tongue. Jack lifted him off the side and deposited him at the table with his toast.
"S'late. We shud chek our voysemale. Tosh mite have tried to call us." Jack grunted and sat himself down opposite, munching on some toast with jam.
"I'll check when I go to have a shower." Jack mumbled, washing the toast down with one last swig of coffee. "Stay here and don't do anything stupid." He stood slowly and stumbled out of the room in the direction of the bedroom. Ianto just grinned and carried on with his own toast. He smiled as he listened to the sound of the running water, and Jack's singing over the spray. 'Yes', he thought, giggling a little into the orange juice, 'he is if fact singing the Spice Girls'.
When Jack returned, clean, awake, and wearing only a towel and a few drops of water, Ianto was a mess. He had melted margarine all over his hand and face, and there were smears of the stuff on his cup and his clothes. He'd obviously tried to have some jam himself, because that was all over him too. Fighting the urges to both yell and go 'squee', Jack looked the child up and down. Ianto looked back forlornly, but had the grace to quickly direct his eyesight at the floor.
"What am I gonna do with you, huh?" Jack asked, laughter evident in his voice.
"Dunno really… I didunt meen to get this messy!" Jack chuckled softly and held out a hand. Ianto slipped off the chair and took it. "I think a bath may be in order." He grinned, looking down, "Oh ye Gods, you've got jam in your hair!" He guffawed. Ianto looked up at him apologetically, and the pair burst into fits of giggles. They were interrupted by bleeping in the bedroom, signalling that Jack had a message on his headset. The older man hustled his charge into the bathroom with strict instructions to do nothing, and went to retrieve the Bluetooth device. The message was from Toshiko.
"Jack, where are you? I'm guessing you're still at Ianto's… Could you get here as quickly as possible? I need your help with the device that changed Ianto. I can't for the life of me work out how to reverse it. It doesn't seem possible even. Anyway, Owen and Gwen are out catching a weevil which was sighted near Starbucks, so I'm all alone in here with Myfanwy. Hurry up, I'm going insane!" With that, it cut off. Jack grimaced. Bloody weevils didn't even like good coffee houses. Who goes to Starbucks when they can have Ianto's coffee? Thinking of Ianto, he padded back into the bathroom, and started the taps to run a bath.
"What's up?" Ianto asked, fetching the bubble bath and adding a little to the water.
"Tosh is all alone in the Hub. Oh, and she's working on the device you prodded. Doesn't look like there's a way to reverse the effects, we may have to do this the long way. I'll take a look later too, so don't give up hope." He stopped the water, and checked the temperature. It was fine, so he plopped Ianto in amongst the foam. Ianto smiled up at him and sank into the warm water.
"You know what, I don't weely mind too much. I meen it's boring and I can't do anyfing, but I get to welax and play. And I'm being pampered. It's nice." He closed his eyes as Jack wet his hair carefully. "And I get to spend time wiv you. We nevur weely had much time to tawk before…"
"I know. It is kinda nice to have some time to ourselves. Bit weird though. I'm not sure what to do with myself now I can't cover my mistakes with kinky comments." Jack admitted, pouring a little shampoo onto his palm and gently massaging it into Ianto's hair. Ianto laughed.
"You seem to be doing ok so far. It's just annoying cos I see the Hub all messy and I wanna cwean it up, but I can't. And I'm dying for a coffee." He allowed Jack to wash out the shampoo, and used a soft sponge to clean himself. Jack smiled down at him, he was still adorable.
"Let's get you dressed huh?" He lifted Ianto out of a bath and into a fluffy towel. "I think I'm gonna miss this when you get big enough to do it yourself." He gently dried the child and wrapped him up in the towel, carrying the fluffy bundle through to the bedroom. Once there, he set Ianto down on the bed and rummaged through the bag they'd brought with them to find them both some clothes. Today, Ianto was wearing some cute red shorts and a white T-shirt with a picture of a monkey on it. Jack handed him a pair of socks and trainers too, and he dressed himself clumsily. Once they were both presentable, Jack carried Ianto back to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth, then they set out to the Hub, arriving just before 11.
"We'd bets get inside kwikly." Ianto sighed as they pulled into a parking space. "We don't want anywon to see me change." Jack nodded and rushed inside, settling Ianto on the sofa and watching him collapse and age yet again. When the tingling stopped, Ianto opened his eyes. He'd filled out the clothes and felt much better co-ordinated. He was also quite a bit taller. "This is more like it," He tried, noting that his speech was almost perfect now. "I can at least see over the desks now." Jack grinned down at him and scooped him up for a hug.
"You're too darn cute, you know that Ianto Jones?" He set the boy back on the floor, noticing as he did so a slight pattering of freckles across his nose. Not too many, just enough to be gorgeous. "I'm gonna go help Tosh with this device. You do… whatever, but don't get into trouble!" He bounded off to Tosh's desk, leaning over her shoulder to read things on her screen. Ianto watched for a second, then decided to get to work. Grabbing a bin bag, he began to pick up all the crap which had accumulated over the past few days. Seriously, that was a lot. He wasn't sure how three people could make so much mess, but two hours and five bin-liners later, Owen and Gwen stumbled back into a debris-free hub, trailing a rather angry looking weevil.
Jack looked at the readings on Tosh's screen. There was a series of complex numbers and figures which detailed the energy reading from the device, where it was going, how strong it was, and what type of energy it was. As far as he could see, Tosh was right, there was no way to reverse the flow. It seemed that Ianto was going to have to go through this. They spent a long couple of hours reading through each and every figure together, and only became more confused.
"It's just weird." Tosh mumbled, tapping away again and bringing up a scan of the object. She stripped the layers away to show him the core. It appeared to run on batteries of some kind. "I don't want to take them out, because the energy is attached to Ianto, and I don't want to risk hurting him. I don't know what to do, Jack." She looked at him, worried, and he sighed.
"We can't know what to do until we know what it is." He said as Owen and Gwen stumbled through the door.
"Quite obviously it's a machine that turns irritating Teaboys into babies, Jack. I think we all worked that out." Jack turned to look at his hand-picked doctor.
"And there I was thinking you were intelligent. That's not what it is, that's what it does. Who makes a machine which turns people into babies then ages them a year every day? Why would they do that? There has to be some purpose to it. Tosh, do you even have any idea where it came from? A timeframe? A planet? A race? Hell, even a galaxy would be helpful right now." He heard Owen mumbling insults as he and Gwen hefted their weevil to the basement to meet it's new cellmate. Janet would be pleased, she'd not had anyone to play with for a while.
"I'm sorry, Jack… I… I have no idea." Jack thumped the desk a little too hard and Tosh jumped in alarm.
"Sorry Tosh." He mumbled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I know you're doing your best. It's just… What if it doesn't stop aging him when he gets back to the right age? What if I have to watch him die?" He slumped against the desk, and she looked up at him and tried for a weak smile.
"It wont happen, Jack. And even if it does, we'll pull together. It'll be ok. We'll find a way to stop it, I know we will." She placed a hand gently over his and squeezed. "Now stop moping and go file some paperwork before Ianto kills us both!" She grinned. Jack looked down at her and smiled. She really was amazing, his Tosh. He patted her shoulder then left, plodding up the stairs to his office to face a mountain of paperwork which all wanted his signature. Ianto was in there, clearing up his crap as usual. Jack smiled. Maybe things would be ok after all.
"You think you're up to using the coffee machine? Now that you're five and all." Ianto looked up at him, eyes wide, and beamed.
"Yes sir!" He said with a giggle and a silly mock salute. Jack laughed at him.
"In that case, could you pretty please make me something that will restore my sanity? Something that will restore my sanity with cream and chocolate sprinkles?" Ianto giggled.
"Deluxe hot chocolate it is, Sir. Want marshmallows?" Jack nodded enthusiastically, and watched the young boy bound out of the room and down the stairs before skidding round the corner into the kitchenette. It was impressive, Ianto was all arms and legs, tall and quite gangly. He looked somewhat like a newborn foal crashing about the Hub in his trainers, sliding round corners. A catastrophe on legs. 'An accident waiting to happen' thought Jack as a crashing sound and a yelp reached his ears. He jumped up and raced down the stairs to find Ianto on the floor with a grazed knee amidst a pile of broken crockery. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at the child, and was met with a sheepish grin.
"I underestimated my skid." Ianto confessed. "Went straight into the cupboard." Jack tried to look stern, he really did, but his mouth twitched, and Ianto saw it and giggled, and that set him off, and then before he could think, he was giggling too, and Tosh had come in and was giggling and Owen was snickering in the background, and it turned into a full on fit of hysterical laughter, and they all had tears streaming down their faces until…
"Oh God!" Gwen screeched, pushing Jack aside and running to Ianto who had a small trickle of blood running down his leg. "Are you alright pet?" She turned to glare at Jack, and Ianto just ignored her and tried to breathe. "Why are you laughing? Shut the hell up, he could have been hurt."
"But he wasn't." Jack protested, sobering. Once everyone had caught their breaths, and Ianto had assured Gwen that he wasn't going to die from blood loss or have to have his leg amputated, it was just a graze, Jack and Gwen swept up the broken mess whilst Ianto made coffee in plastic cups. When the job was done, everyone drank gratefully, and missed Ianto sneakily drinking and espresso. He grinned to himself and snuck off to Jack's office to finish clearing up.
Ianto was cleaning peacefully whilst Jack filled in reports and signed documents and notices, and generally did the stuff the boss had to do. It was quiet and tranquil in the Hub, everyone was working. Gwen was… making the world a fluffy, nice place, Tosh was still trying to find out something, anything, about the new artefact, and Owen was playing Space Invaders and looking at porn on the internet, whilst occasionally checking the CCTV to monitor the new weevil's behaviour. Ianto scrubbed hard at a stain on the floor which looked suspiciously like… 'never mind', he thought, 'it's best not to know'. He focussed on removing the stain, and so jumped right out of his skin when Owen suddenly screamed like a girl and fell off his chair backwards. Everyone jumped up in shock, including Ianto, who thought he may have just had a heart attack, and raced over to Owen's desk to see what was wrong.
"Owen, love, are you ok?" Gwen asked, advancing warily. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She enquired gently when he shook his head vigorously and screwed his eyes shut. Grimacing, he pointed at the screen, but before anyone could turn to it, yelled,
"NO!! Don't look, you don't wanna see! It's disgusting! it's scarring! It's gross! It's… It's…"
"Sexy!" Jack interrupted, leering at the screen on which CCTV footage of the new weevil and Janet going at it like bunnies could be seen. What was most worrying was that Janet appeared to be a bloke.
"Only you, Harkness, only you could find that sexy." Owen looked like he might throw up, so Jack closed the window for him. "Anyway, surely junior shouldn't be seeing this." He nodded his head towards Ianto. "He's only five for God's sake!" Ianto wanted to be angry, really he did, but he felt an overwhelming amount of energy bubbling up inside him. It escaped as a fit of giggles. He collapsed to the floor, giggling like crazy.
"Er… Ianto?" Jack tried, kneeling down to poke Ianto gently. This just made the boy giggle more, and he started to roll around. Jack looked up at the others, since Owen had managed to get himself to his feet. "I think we broke him…"
"Not… Broken…..Just… Hyper!" Ianto managed in between giggled and deep breaths. He was literally gasping for air. "Caffeine… was… a… bad… idea!" Jack looked at him sternly.
"Caffeine? You haven't had any caffeine." This sobered Ianto up a little. He stopped giggling and looked up at Jack, eyes wide and looking guilty.
"I had an espresso earlier." He confessed, biting his lip.
"You did WHAT?" Jack glared down at him. "Ianto, I told you not to have any coffee for a while. It's not good for kids! You directly disobeyed me. I'm gonna have to punish you… er…" The others gave Jack a look which confirmed he was insane.
"Go sit on the naughty step?" Offered Owen sarcastically.
"Yeah! Yeah. Go sit on the naughty step." Jack commanded, pointing to the steps to his office.
"But…" Ianto attempted.
"No buts!" Jack growled.
"Umm… which one is the naughty step?"
"The bottom one, so you're out of my sight. And no talking to anyone unless I say you can understand?"
"Mmmhm…" Ianto looked at the floor and shuffled dejectedly over to the step in question, slumping down on it. He wasn't sure why, since logically he could deal with being shouted at, but the five year old part of his brain just couldn't cope, and he began to sniffle. Sniffling turned into full on crying, and he buried his head in his arms and pulled his legs up, making himself small.
"Jack!" He heard Gwen scolding. Jack didn't reply, he simply hurried to the step and scooped Ianto up, hugging him tight. Ianto buried his face into the Captain's shoulder and sniffled some more.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell and be frightening." He rubbed gentle circles into Ianto's back, and felt the boy's breathing gradually return to normal. Ianto left his face burrowed into Jack's shoulder, but Jack still heard the muffled,
"I'm sorry I drank the coffee. Please don't be mad." Jack sighed and continued to hug the child.
"I'm not mad, I'm just worried you're gonna hurt yourself and not get better." He rocked gently on the spot, and wondered how a five year old could be so heavy. When said heavy lump started snoring gently against his shoulder, he rolled his eyes and went back to his office, settling Ianto on the sofa and putting his coat over his small form. The child snuggled into the heavy material and slept peacefully whilst Jack finished his paperwork.
When Ianto woke, it was 4:30 and he was starving. Problem was he was also too comfy to move. He had Jack's Military coat wrapped tightly around him, and every breath he took smelled and tasted like Jack. He was warm, the sofa was soft and Glen Miller was playing quietly in the background as Jack typed and rustled papers and made all sorts of other quiet sounds which Ianto couldn't quite distinguish. Ianto let out a yawn, which came out with a soft sort of mewling sound. The shuffling stopped momentarily before he heard Jack get up and walk over to him. Seconds later he came into sight and crouched down by Ianto's head, stroking his hair back.
"Hmmm… You feel warm. Did you have a good nap?" Jack asked, a soft, easy smile on his face.
"Mmmhm. I'm hungry but I don't wanna move." Ianto mumbled, closing his eyes as Jack continued to stroke his hair softly. Jack huffed a small laugh.
"Is that Ianto speak for 'go make me some food'?" He asked with a grin. Ianto nodded and yawned again, and Jack chuckled and stood. "I'll see what I can find." He walked off and Ianto listened to his footfalls on the stairs. He had the beginnings of a headache, but he was sure that a little food and something to do would take his mind off it. He lay still and basked in his comfort until Jack returned and crouched down again.
"You can't eat lying down, baby." Jack teased, and hefted Ianto into a sitting position. Ianto blinked up at him and rubbed his eyes. "I made you a sandwich." The Captain beamed, looking pleased with himself. Ianto looked down at the plate. There did indeed appear to be a sandwich on it. A cheese and pickle sandwich. He smiled and took half, biting into it hungrily, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't taste too bad. He polished it off quite quickly, and wolfed down the other half too, washing it down with some orange juice Jack had brought him in his beaker. Ianto had grown quite fond of the beaker. Even though it was a bit silly for a five year old to have it, he liked it all the same. Jack laughed at him.
"You really were hungry huh?" He grinned, taking back the empty beaker and shoving the dirty plate on his desk. "Got anything you want to do? Or do you want me to find you something?"
"I was thinking of doing some filing." Ianto said, handing Jack's coat back and mourning the loss of warmth and scent. "There's loads of backlog from the past few days and I'd like to at least label it if not actually archive it." Jack gave him an odd look.
"Okay. You know you can just play if you want? I can make Gwen do the filing…" He offered, then giggled as he saw Ianto's reaction to that idea.
"Firstly, I have the mind of an adult, why would I even want to play, and secondly, the idea of Gwen getting into my archives is the very reason I insist on doing filing. I'm scared to death she'll offer to help. Remember what she did to X-Z last time?" He grimaced, and Jack laughed at the memory.
"Your face when you found out!" He chuckled. "Ok, go do some filing, you small, boring child." He grinned, and Ianto poked his tongue out in a defiant (and extremely adult) gesture, before bounding out of the room and over to Owen's desk. Owen always ended up with the most paperwork. Autopsy reports, blood-works, sample analyses. He had a mountain at one end of his untidy desk space, and several reports strewn over the rest of the surface. There was only enough space for a coffee cup and a pizza box on the desk, everywhere else was covered in crap. Sighing, Ianto began to arrange the paperwork into some semblance of an order. When he was done with that, he went through giving each one an archive label. Some already had one, as they were old files Owen was cross-referencing with new data, so that part was a bit easier. Once Owen's desk was finished, he made a neat pile of the ordered paperwork and went to tackle Tosh's station. She was the second worst offender for archiving workload. Even though she had managed to fit a truckload of computers and monitors on her desk, she still had enough space for several random pieces of tech for Ianto to file. He glanced at the clock, it was 6pm already. Owen was still in the autopsy bay making sickening noises with a Stryker saw, Gwen was still trying to better the world from behind her desk, although it appeared that at present she was merely daydreaming about something. Tosh was nowhere to be seen. Ianto glanced about, decided she must have gone home whilst he was filing, and carried on working.
Jack looked down from his office. Ianto had finished Owen's desk and moved on to Tosh's, Gwen was fantasising. He had strong suspicions she was in fact dreaming of him, but that may just have been his ego stroking itself. He spent a little time watching her eyes go hazy and her little smile she had for when she was thinking of the world being perfect and wonderful cross her face. She sucked thoughtfully on her pen, reminding Jack of just how horny he was, and he turned away, clearing his throat softly, to gaze at Tosh. For a second, Jack could actually see Tosh, bent low examining some kind of artefact. He even noticed the way her hair was falling out of its clips. Then he realised that that was just what he'd expected to see, and that Tosh wasn't there. She'd probably gone to the toilet or something he thought, turning his attention to the autopsy bay. That irritating saw was turned on and various grating noises could be heard, along with manly grunts from Owen as he dissected yet another weevil. All things considered, Jack reckoned Owen had dissected more weevils than humans. Sighing, he turned and sat at his desk again, trying to make his mind focus on paperwork, when actually all he could see was Gwen sucking on a pen. He refused to allow his mind to replace the pen with another… object, but didn't have any success in forcing it to concentrate on Owen's latest scintillating report about the consistency of weevil blood at freezing, room temperature, and 100 degrees Celsius. He couldn't think why that was. Giving up, he drifted into daydreams himself.
Ianto sighed and reached for the last artefact he was going to archive from Tosh's desk. He was leaving a few she hadn't finished with, so there was still a fair pile of tech for her to play with. This one was cylindrical, and extremely smooth. When he picked it up, it slipped from his hand and began to roll away across the floor. He got up to fetch it, but before he could catch the rolling object, Myfanwy swooped down and picked it up, flying off with it. Ianto looked up and let his mouth hang open. This was not good. He watched as Myfanwy continued to climb, before swooping out of the Hub on over the Plas outside. He groaned inwardly and raced to the invisible lift, heading up to try and coax the artefact back. As he reached the surface, he searched his pockets, finding that he did indeed have a bar of chocolate he had been planning to treat Myfanwy with this evening. The Pteradon screeched at him playfully and swooped about, and he thanked his lucky stars that there was no-one about to see this. Sighing, he cooed to her and she flew close, circling him suspiciously. He was sure she was confused because he smelt like Ianto, but looked like a child. Crossing the fingers of he other hand, he launched the chocolate into the air. Myfanwy instantly dropped the tech, and swooped to catch her new toy. Ianto watched the tech fall slowly, straight into the fountain, and sighed.
"Why, Myfanwy? Why?" He groaned, taking off his socks, shoes and T-shirt and jumping into the water, forgetting that he didn't learn to swim until he was seven, panicking, then sighing with relief when he found he could stand, the water was only chest-high. He located the shiny cylinder and took a deep breath before plunging in to grab it with both hands, taking no chances of dropping it this time. He stood up again, gasping for breath, and climbed out of the fountain, grabbing his clothes and jumping back on the lift to go down. Glad that no-one had noticed (Gwen was still daydreaming, Jack was still in his office and Owen's saw was still going) He pulled on his T-shirt and sock and shoes, grimaced at his wet trousers, and glared up at Myfanwy, who was looking smug and devouring the chocolate in her nest. He sighed and headed back to Tosh's desk, adding the new tech to the pile, and labelling it. He began work on Tosh's paperwork.
Jack shook himself out of his fantasy before it became too much for him. It was amazing how quickly Gwen sucking on a pen could turn into a full blown Torchwood-minus-Owen orgy. Shaking his head and sighing to himself, he stood to check on the team again. Gwen was still dreaming, and that was a little worrying in itself, but Jack ignored it, because she'd stopped sucking the pen so she wasn't a problem any more. Ianto was doing Tosh's paperwork, but he appeared to be soaked, which was in itself perplexing. Owen was still sawing and grunting, and Tosh was nowhere to be seen. All things considered, his team were behaving pretty strangely. Deciding to get to the bottom of these oddities, he leapt into action, putting on his best Sherlock Holmes face and descending into the Hub.
"Gwen… Wakie wakie!" Jack prodded his zoned out second in command. She jumped, looked at him blearily, then blushed frantically. That solved that then, he thought with a smug grin, she had been thinking about him. "You okay?" Gwen nodded, cleared her throat then said in a squeaky voice,
"I'm fine."
"Good. You can go home if you like. Go see Rhys. Don't let it fall apart." He reminded her. "Watch a movie or something." With that, he was gone, and sauntering over to Ianto. "Hey baby. Is it a stupid question for me to ask why you're soaking wet?" Ianto blinked, held up a hand for him to wait, shuffled some papers, scribbled a note, then looked up at him sheepishly.
"I fancied a dip in the fountain?" He more asked than replied, and Jack decided he didn't want to know.
"Your pyjamas are in my quarters. Go dry off and change before you catch a cold." He grinned, ruffling Ianto's damp hair, and moving towards the autopsy bay.
Tosh glanced at the clock on her monitor, it was 5:45. Owen was puttering around in the autopsy bay doing nothing, she was getting nowhere… Jack and Ianto were nowhere to be seen, and Gwen was daydreaming and muttering about bouncy castles. Smiling to herself, she slunk into the autopsy bay and leaned on a rail, waiting for Owen to notice her watching him. When he did, he turned round and grinned, then tried to lean on a gurney, which slid sideways, sending him stumbling across the room. Tosh giggled and he shot her an offended look, which she silenced with a wink. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but everyone else seemed to be having office romances, and since Jack and Ianto had been put on hold, someone had to be having fun in the Hub.
"Hi Owen." She practically purred.
"Hi Tosh." He grinned, walking across the room to meet her at the railing. "What can I do for you?" He leered, closing the gap so that their faces were only inches apart.
"Would it be ridiculous, cheesy and clichéd if I told you I was in dire need of a full body examination?" She asked, and they both cracked up, giggling. Tosh shushed him. "Shh, Jack'll be suspicious. Anyway, I mean it. I'm bored… You're obviously bored… How about we entertain each other?" She suggested, leaning close again so he got the message, I mean this was Owen, and he was notoriously slow on the uptake.
"Toshiko Sato, you are a genius." He told her with a grin before leaning forward to kiss her quickly. "But what about them hearing us or catching us?" He looked around conspiratorially. Tosh grinned.
"I have a plan for that. No-one comes in here when you do autopsies. So turn on the Stryker saw. It'll cover any noise we make, and it'll deter the others." She kissed him recklessly, and he pulled back to flick the switch on the Stryker saw. It whirred into life, and did a grand job of covering their noise. Didn't look like they'd be doing any talking for a while! Not that Owen minded as he pushed Tosh up against the autopsy table, kissing her hard. She pulled him close, sliding to sit on the table, and guiding him to stand between her legs. There was something truly erotic, Owen thought, about the quiet ones that took control in the bedroom. He wondered absentmindedly if Ianto was the same before grimacing and pushing that thought out of his mind. How could he perform for Tosh with THAT in his mind?? Turning his thoughts back to the job in hand, he continued to kiss Tosh vigorously, whilst beginning to unbutton her blouse.
Jack reached the autopsy bay, purposely not looking down because half-dissected Weevil was not something he enjoyed looking at. He was here because the saw had been on for ages, and apart from the fact that it was hurting his ears, it shouldn't have taken this long to cut through the bones on the corpse. He glided down the stairs quietly, passing the saw, which was whirring to itself noisily. He almost passed it before doing a double take. It was indeed simply left on, and cutting nothing. Jack looked up, and instantly wished he'd stayed upstairs. Owen was lying on his back on the autopsy table, completely naked, and being ridden by Tosh, who had her skirt bunched up around her waist and was topless. She was wanton and sexy and hot and gorgeous and… 'Damnit' he thought, 'I've just managed to ignore away one erection. This is not helping…' If he had been any normal boss, he would have interrupted them and started yelling, however, he wasn't normal, he was Jack Harkness, and they hadn't noticed him. Deciding to practice his evil, he leaned on the railings of the stairs to enjoy the show. Tosh was riding for all she was worth, her hair loose and clinging to her neck and shoulders hands splayed across Owen's chest, Hips rocking back and forth so hard and fast Jack was sure Owen was going to break. For his part, Owen was gripping Tosh's hips so hard she'd have bruises. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and his mouth was working but no words were actually coming out. Jack now understood where the grunts had been coming from. Owen was clearly trying to hold off, waiting for Tosh's orgasm. Jack grinned to himself. There was no way the young doctor was lasting… 'Famous last words' he though as Tosh came, gasping Owen's name softly, almost romantically, Jack considered, if taken out of context. Grinning at his evilness, Jack didn't give Owen a chance to finish, just flipped the switch on the Stryker saw, sending the room into silence except for heavy breathing, and one last moan from Owen. They both looked up shocked as the saw cut out, and swore loudly, Tosh trying to cover herself with her arms. Laughing, Jack threw his lab coat to her and she blushed gratefully, covering herself with it. Owen glared at him like he wanted to kill him, and Jack just laughed even more.
"Aren't I just the best boss?" He asked with a grin, "See most bosses would have stopped you when they found you, but I at least waited for Tosh to finish…" Owen paled significantly, and Tosh blushed even redder. It was cute how the redness spread down her neck and up her face.
"How fucking long have you been there?" Owen demanded, sitting up and covering himself with his hands as Tosh slipped off the table, pulling her skirt down, and set about finding her clothes, chucking Owen his pants so he could restore his dignity.
"A while." Jack grinned, still leaning casually on the railings. "I must say, I'm pretty impressed. That was hot. Mind if I keep the CCTV?" Tosh glanced at him, using her 'don't be so stupid' look. "Oh… Of course, you turned the camera off." He laughed. "Clever Tosh. Damn, guess that means I'll just have to remember it." By now, Tosh was fully dressed, and red as a beetroot, whilst Owen was wearing his trousers and fuming.
"Fuck you Harkness!" He yelled.
"Now now Owen." Jack said calmly. "I was going to be a nice boss and let you get away with it. I mean, I'm pleased that someone's getting some. But now, I'm going to have to punish you. Tosh is being suitably embarrassed and sorry, but that was just plain rude. You're on weevil and Pterodactyl clean-up for two weeks. Tosh, you can go home. I think your embarrassment is punishment enough for you. Although, I wouldn't be embarrassed if I were you… that looked amazing! Good technique." He winked, and Tosh blushed even more, and shuffled past him, eyes on the floor, mumbling,
"Sorry, Jack." As she went. Owen glared at him and pulled on his T-shirt.
"Owen, you can clean up the weevils then go home." He grinned, then turned to go back to his office, laving Owen glowering at the spot he'd just vacated and feeling like an ass.
Jack returned to his office to find Ianto in his chair, wearing some soft flannel pyjamas with the power rangers on them, and sorting Jack's paperwork into piles of finished and unfinished, then categorising the piles in order of importance, and what needed to be signed and what just needed to be read. Smiling to himself, he leaned down to place a kiss on the boy's forehead, and got a small smile in return.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" He asked sitting on his desk and looking down at Ianto.
"Pizza?" Ianto asked grinning.
"Pizza." Jack confirmed. "Guess what I just caught Tosh and Owen doing on the autopsy table…"
"Oh God they didn't!" Ianto gasped, eyes wide and round. "That's just… ewww."
"Actually, I was pleasantly surprised by Tosh. She's hot. Then again… It's really is always the quiet ones." He grinned. "I'll go order pizza." He wandered off to get the menu, leaving Ianto to finish organising the paperwork, and trying to remove the images of Tosh and Owen from his mind.
When the pizza arrived, Owen had left, so the two of them snuggled up on the sofa, playing Die Hard on the TV in front of them, and munched their way through it by themselves. The evening went by quietly and they both enjoyed the peace and quiet and the chance to relax. Ianto noted that his headache hadn't gone away, and was the first to fall asleep around 11. Jack carried him down to his quarters and settled him, spending the rest of the night in his office finishing off odd jobs. He couldn't face lying down, having slept the night before, so went for a walk later that evening, returning to the Hub around 4:30, and settling in his chair to while away the remaining hours 'til dawn with memories and fantasies.
Owen finished cleaning out the weevils as quickly as he could. They had been separated after their mating session because they'd started to fight viciously, so he had to clean out two cells instead of one. He sped home just in time to catch his favourite TV shows, and relaxed with a beer, wondering why he and Tosh kept getting interrupted. Finding no answer, and resolving that he'd have to do it properly, off work time and in a bed and all that, he went to bed.
Gwen snuggled closer to Rhys, and he hugged her tighter in his sleep. They had watched a movie as Jack had suggested, and she'd cooked a nice dinner, then they'd gone to bed early and had some fantastic sex. Now, Gwen was agonising over things in her mind. She wanted to tell Rhys about what she did at Torchwood, wanted to tell him about her affair with Owen, which had just ended. She had been daydreaming earlier; about his response if she did tell him, and Jack had caught her. She had blushed, thinking he could read her mind and was going to yell at her for being stupid, or laugh at her for being sappy, but in fact he had just grinned smugly. She realised he must have thought she'd been dreaming about him. Sighing, she snuggled even closer to her boyfriend and went to sleep.
Tosh spent most of the night on her laptop, fiddling with various things. In her own time, she was developing a programme for the Hub. When she could no longer stand the streams of numbers, she slid in between the cool sheets of her bed, and let her mind wander. Unfortunately, it kept dwelling on what had happened that afternoon. She wasn't sure she'd be able to look Jack in the eye again. Still, she was cross that he'd spied on them like that, and felt guilty for using Torchwood's time for her own gains. She fell into a troubled sleep, dreaming about the possible reactions she might get from her colleagues the next day.