Author's note: The things I do for Torchwood :P I have given Tosh a bed as pomised. I own nothing, and I never will. I would thank DaydreamerNitewriter for betaing, but she's sat in my room right now, laughing cos I just accidently erased this then had to write it again, so she can go do something unconventional with the latest issue of Torchwood magazine :D Thanks to everyone who reviewed (oh jesus now she's calling me cheeky) seriously though, some fo you are fantastic at the reviews game (you know who you are). Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please R&R, I'm no more than a whore for your reviews. love xxx

Jack looked down at the sleeping form in his bed. He was starting to get a little concerned. When Tosh had arrived for work and Ianto was still sleeping, Jack had thought it was cute that he was snuggled up in the covers and had spent a while watching him wrestle with an angry pillow in his sleep. Now, Owen had walked through the door, and Jack was worried Ianto wasn't going to wake up. Also, it was 10:50, Jack had to wake Ianto up so that he could undergo the change into a six year old. Feeling like a big meanie, he crept down the ladder into his quarters and moved over to the tiny bed, sitting on the edge of it. Not even the shift caused by Jack's weight made Ianto stir. Bracing himself, because he really didn't want to wake Ianto up but he had to, Jack leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to the child's forehead, shaking his shoulder as he did so. Ianto didn't wake up, he just wrapped his arms round Jack's neck as he slept, and snuggled closer. Breathing a soft sight, Jack tried shaking him a little harder, and called softly,

"Ianto… Ianto, baby, it's time to wake up. C'mon Ianto, wake up for me." He felt the child stir in his arms, and sat up, pulling the sleepy form into his lap.

Ianto stirred as he felt himself shaken awake, and heard Jack calling his name. He opened his eyes, but promptly shut them. His headache was blinding, and the light was hurting him immensely. He groaned and buried himself in Jack's chest as he was pulled onto the Captain's lap.

"Ianto… You okay?" Jack sounded worried. Ianto was clinging to him, and groaning like an invalid. He breathed to tell him how he felt, but the air came out in a rasping cough, which shook his little body visibly. "Oh, baby. You feel ill?"

"Hmm." Ianto opened his eyes against the pain, looked up, and nodded. Jack looked suitable sympathetic, and bit his lip. "S'cold." He informed the older man, shivering even in the warmest part of the hub. Jack looked at him for a moment, then pressed a warm hand to his forehead. Seeking warmth, Ianto leaned towards him, but Jack quickly pulled the hand away.

"Baby, you're running a fever!" He gasped, scooping Ianto into his arms again. "I'd best get Owen to look at you." Ianto nodded, burying his face into Jack's neck and groaning again, followed by a small succession of coughs. "Oh, but you're about to collapse any minute. Owen can wait." He settled back onto the bed, Ianto still clinging to him, and waited. Sure enough, Ianto collapsed and aged another year, his limbs growing even longer, and tiny freckles forming on the bridge of his cute button nose. Jack sighed down at him as he blinked awake, grimacing in pain. He was just too adorable. Scooping up the even heavier child, Jack made his way into the Hub. When he got there, he noticed that Ianto was quietly sniffling into his shoulder. "Hey, Ianto, what's wrong?" He asked, stroking his back gently.

"The lights hurt my eyes." Ianto complained, sniffling some more, and coughing. If Jack hadn't been so worried, he would have been miffed by the amount of mucus Ianto was getting on his shirt. Cooing softly, not realising that didn't help Ianto's headache, he covered the boy's eyes with his spare hand and glided softly down to the medical bay, shushing the others as he did. Owen came over and frowned at him.

"What's wrong with the sprog?" He asked warily, eyeing Ianto from a safe distance.

"He feels ill." Jack said matter-of-factly, hugging his Ianto close.

"Oh, well, using those symptoms, I can diagnose… Fuck all. I will ask the sprog directly this time. What's wrong with you Teababy?" Ianto blinked up at Owen and grimaced in the harsh light.

"Cough, headache. Light hurts my eyes. Throat hurts, got a fever." Owen nodded as though these were extremely important factors, and considered for a moment.

"Sounds like you've got a cold, and a migraine at the same time." Ianto winced. He got migraines from time to time, but they didn't usually coincide with fevers. Owen rummaged around in his drawer before stepping forward with an injection. "Painkillers for you. As for the fever, we'll have to cool you down. Cold bath should do it." He advanced with the needle, and Ianto whimpered and buried his face in Jack's neck, yet again. He wasn't amazing with needles at the best of times, and his six year old instincts were telling him to run away. As it was, he couldn't help his reaction to the injection. He bawled. Literally, wailed. Howled at the pain and injustice of the injection and clung to Jack like a big, blue, nice-smelling life raft. Slowly forcing himself to stop, he sniffled into the Captain's shoulder.

"Sorry, didn't mean to…" Jack shushed him.

"You're ill, it's okay." He hugged Ianto tighter, rubbing circles on his back again.

"Well, Teababy, since you were such a good boy, you can have a lollipop." Owen said sarcastically, but was actually holding out candy. Smiling weakly, Ianto took it and let Jack open it, before shoving it into his mouth and having fond memories of his pacifier from a few days ago. "Go put him in a cold bath to cool his core temperature. Take this." Owen handed Jack a thermometer. Cooing softly, and stroking his hair, Jack carried Ianto out of the autopsy bay and towards the toilets, only to be waylaid by the girls.

"Oh, sweetheart! Are you alright pet?" Gwen asked, stroking Ianto's burning cheek softly. He nodded and sniffled (Jack was sure that was for effect) and the girls descended upon him in a flurry of attention and sympathy. Jack felt like getting sick just to enjoy their focus himself.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Tosh exclaimed, stroking his hair. "I expect you're hungry though… Want some warm milk?" She asked sweetly in a soft voice.

"I'll go make you some sweetie." Gwen offered when he nodded, and bounced off towards the kitchenette. Ianto pouted sweetly.

"Well, you'd best go have that bath, then it's back to bed with you mister." Tosh smiled, wagging her finger playfully. Jack chuckled softly, and Ianto felt the vibrations through his chest from his position nuzzled into Jack's shoulder. "I'll bring the milk down. Off you go." Smiling, Jack carried Ianto to the showers, and filled the baby bath with cold water. As he took Ianto's pyjamas off, he protested at the cold, and Jack thought guiltily that he'd be a hell of a lot more cold in a minute. Grimacing, he lowered Ianto into the cold water. He immediately began shivering. Panicking, Jack pressed his Comm.

"OWEN!! He's shivering!" He yelled.

"No shit Sherlock. You'd shiver too if you were in cold water." The reply crackled back.

"But he's supposed to be hot!" He complained.

"He is hot inside. That's why the cold atmosphere is making him shiver." Owen sighed. "Just bathe him, Harkness. There were a few Harper extras in that shot. He'll be fine. Bath him, feed him, put him back to bed."

"But what if…" Jack was cut off by another exasperated sigh from Owen.

"Honestly, you sound like you're his mother or something. Calm down you big hysterical woman. Am I or am I not an amazing doctor? Bathe him, feed him, put him to bed."

"Okay…" Jack replied, switching off the comm. and giving Ianto a sympathetic look. "Sorry baby, it's for your own good." He began to pour the water over Ianto's head.

"B…but it's c…c…cold!" Ianto gasped, shivering more.

"I know, it's supposed to be." Jack held out the thermometer. "Open up." He shoved it in Ianto's mouth, pleased when the liquid stopped at 40 degrees Celsius. "Lets get you dry and into bed hmm?" As he was drying Ianto off, Tosh came in with his beaker full of warm milk. Taking it, he thanked her and sucked on it hungrily, realising he hadn't eaten anything.

"I'm making chicken soup." Tosh said, as if reading her mind. Ianto nodded, and continued to gulp down the warm milk. It was the best medicine, he mused, as Jack dressed him and scooped him up. When he'd finished, he curled himself into a ball in Jack's arms and dozed. He was woken gently at the boardroom table, covered to the chin in Jack's coat, and resting on his lap. Jack held him carefully and rubbed his stomach in soothing circles whilst Gwen spoon fed him warm chicken soup and cooed sympathetically. The soup was good, and the warmth was making him steadily more sleepy. He still felt rubbish, but the painkillers were kicking in, leaving him droopy eyed and drowsy.

"You're just so adorable. I could eat you up!" Gwen cooed again in an annoying voice. Funny, when Jack used that voice at him, it was cute, but when Gwen did it, it just annoyed him. He guessed it was because of his unresolved feelings towards her. He was still jealous. She scooped up the last of the soup and fed it to him. "There, now off to bed!" Smiling gratefully, he coughed a little as Jack carried him down to the quarters, replacing his chest with a soft mattress and his coat with a warm duvet which smelt just as strongly of Jack. Mewling softly, Ianto burrowed into the bed, closing his eyes, and whispered,

"Tell me a story." Jack chuckled softly, and stroked Ianto's hair away from his forehead as he spoke.

"Okay, once upon a time, there was a man called Ianto Jones." Ianto giggled, but nodded for Jack to continue. "Ianto was handsome and brave and clever and loads of other good things. He was also amazing at making coffee. One day, the king of the coffee addicts, called Jack, decided his coffee just wasn't good enough, and he needed someone to make him coffee for the rest of eternity. And do his paperwork. And take out the trash. And get rid of the bodies. And generally be amazing. He searched high and low, but he couldn't find anyone to make the coffee anywhere. Thus, he began a caffeine-deprived tantrum, and started throwing things at his lowly minions Owen, Suzie and Toshiko. The minions were so upset from the throwing and the yelling and the general pissiness that they decided to take action. One day, when Jack had aimed a particularly good shot and hit Owen on the head with a stapler, they decided to seek out the legendary Ianto and his bravery and coffee making skills, deciding that his handsomeness was just a bonus which would distract the evil tyrant for a little longer. When they found him, they begged him for his help. Immense generosity being one of Ianto's other good qualities, he agreed to help them." He checked to see if Ianto was asleep, but the boy opened one eye to peer at him, so he continued his story.

"When he arrived at the lair of the King of the coffee addicts, Ianto saw that he would need all of his bravery to tame the beast, because he was throwing a right hissy fit, due to the fact he hadn't had any coffee for ages. Bracing himself, Ianto entered the lair of the tyrant, who was so shocked at his bravery and handsomeness that he stopped in the middle of throwing a cow (literally) to listen to the words of the young man, which were bound to be wise because wisdom was another his legendary good qualities. Ianto asked nicely for a chance to make the coffee, agreeing that if he failed to make good coffee, Jack could lock him in the vaults and throw stuff at him. He also unknowingly agreed that Jack could have his wicked way with him, but that was fine, because Jack was secretly rather dashing and handsome too, just not without coffee. Using all of his wisdom, patience and coffee making skills, Ianto made a cup of Americano, offering Jack cream (which he reluctantly denied) and sugar (which he accepted warily). When Jack tasted the fabled coffee, he was instantly besotted with the amazing Ianto Jones, and begged him to stay by his side and make him coffee for the rest of eternity. And do his paperwork. And take out the trash. And get rid of the bodies. And generally be amazing. Ianto agreed on the condition that he could bring his pet pterodactyl along, which Jack was happy about because he loved dinosaurs. So, Ianto Jones became an integral part of Torchwood and Jack's life. To this day, the King of the coffee addicts remains besotted with him, and they all live happily ever after in a hole in the ground in Cardiff." Jack smiled down at Ianto, who was well and truly asleep. Leaning down, he placed a kiss to his still warm forehead, and went back upstairs.

When he got upstairs, he found that his team were idling around with little to do. Nothing had come up during Tosh's innumerable tests on the artefact, there was nothing doctory for Owen to do, and the world was being a nice enough place for Gwen for once. Smiling, Jack stood at the top of the stairs.

"Go home." He ordered. "I'll call you if anything comes up." Owen shot out of the door before Jack could change his mind, closely followed by Tosh. Gwen stayed just long enough to ask,

"Are you sure Ianto will be ok?"

"He'll be fine, Gwen, go home." Jack commanded, and she slowly gathered her things and left too. Singing to himself, Jack went to the kitchenette and made himself coffee and Ianto milk, then went back to his quarters to watch the gorgeous bundle of blankets sleeping. He curled himself around the lump in the middle of his bed, set the hub to alert his wristband if anything came up, and drifted off into memories and daydreams.

Owen shot out of the Hub and over to his car, leaning on the bonnet as he saw Tosh approaching.

"Hey, d'you want to come over and hang out for a while?" He asked, trying to be casual.

"Well, I need to do some washing…" Tosh replied, watching Owen's face fall. "Why don't you come back to mine?" She added.

"Sounds like a plan." Owen beamed. "Want a lift?" Tosh nodded and got into the passenger side of his car. She usually walked home because it was just around the corner, but Owen needed to park somewhere. She sat in silence, merely quirking an eyebrow at his choice of music, which was Frank Sinatra. How… unexpected, she thought to herself and Owen drove rather fast towards her flat.

When they got there, she disappeared into the kitchen for a while, and Owen mooched around in her living room, checking out the amazing view and peering at all her photos. Quite a few showed her and a small Japanese woman he assumed was her mother. He was going to ask when she came in, but he got distracted by her awesome lighting system, so when she did return with two beers, he was playing with the clicker, illuminating the room in different lights and patterns. She leaned on the doorframe and smirked at him.

"Are you making us our own private disco, Owen?" She asked, pushing off the wall and handing him a beer.

"Something like that. The mood lighting is awesome." He offered, taking a swig from the bottle.

"It is, isn't it. I have some in my bedroom too, it simulates a sunrise when I want to wake up. It's calming and relaxing." She sipped at her own drink. "Sit down. Want to watch a movie?" Owen sat and nodded.

"Sounds like a plan. What sort of movie?" He asked, praying she didn't have a huge collection of chick flicks.

"Ummm… Well, how about Die Hard? It's my favourite movie…" She blushed.

"You're kidding? I love Die Hard! Gotta love Alan Rickman!" Owen laughed. "Sure, put it on." She popped the DVD into the player and settled next to him.

"Personally, I prefer Bruce Willis, but that's just a matter of taste." She grinned wickedly, and he laughed at her.

"I didn't mean it like that…"

"Suuure you didn't" She laughed, pressing play on the DVD and taking the light clicker from him to dim the lights suitably. She settled into the sofa beside him and watched the movie. After a few minutes she felt him shift, and pretend to yawn whilst strategically putting his arm around her. She smirked, and turned to make some kind of witty comment, but found herself mouth to mouth with him, as he'd been planning to do the same. Both pulled back, shocked, then considered each other, before leaning in for a proper kiss. The movie forgotten, they shifted on the sofa so that he was lying on his back with Tosh straddling his hips, and continued to kiss, whilst simultaneously beginning to undress each other. Owen mumbled and broke the kiss off. He was having some difficulty with Tosh's bra. She had gotten his T-Shirt off and was latched on to his neck, kissing and biting it and generally leaving marks which the others would laugh at for days. After a few more minutes, he gave up.

"What is with your underwear? I can't undo the clasp." He asked, exasperated, as she trailed wet kisses down his chest. Tosh giggled at him and shook her head, before sitting up and pointing at her ample cleavage.

"That may be because the clasp is at the front." She informed him. Shaking his head and mumbling about women trying to confuse poor innocent blokes, he flipped it open and pulled it off her, launching it across the room where it came to rest hanging from a curtain rail. He glanced at it, proud of himself, before leaning up to kiss her, his hands coming to her breasts. Her hands worked the zip of his jeans down and slipped inside, teasing him through his boxers. Gasping, he sat up straight, wrapping his arms round her waist to pull her close and practically growling into her ear,

"Wanna take this somewhere more comfortable?" She nodded and stood, her skirt falling from her hips as she did so, leaving her in just a pair of expensive looking, rather hot, lacy, black French knickers. Pulling him up, she led him by the hand down the corridor and into her bedroom, where he lost his jeans, exposing his own well chosen underwear, Superman boxers. Tosh laughed at him, and pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. Owen was pleasantly surprised by Tosh's sex persona. She was dominating and hot and generally a lot of things he hadn't expected. And she liked to bite. And she was good at it, he thought, as she worked her teeth down his neck and chest, biting fairly hard on his nipple and causing him to gasp in an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. Her hand trailed downwards, making the muscles in his abdomen spasm, before slipping under the waistband of his boxers to pull them down.

"I never liked Superman anyway." Tosh purred as she dropped them off the bed, and began to bite and kiss his hip. "Too pretentious." She grinned, slipping of her own underwear and dropping it next to his. He looked her up and down appreciatively, as her mouth moved closer and closer to his cock. She was beautiful. Really, really beautiful. And she deserved better than him, but who was he to complain when she was going down on him so superbly. He stroked her hair softly with one hand, and gripped the bed sheets tightly with the other, his head falling back. Tosh smiled as much as she could with her mouth full, and listened to the amazing sounds he was making. The sounds she was making him make. 'That's right, Owen Harper,' she thought, 'you've met your match.'

"Tosh, babe, if you don't stop soon, this is all going to be over before you've had any fun!" Owen managed to gasp. Smirking, Tosh left him and kissed a trail up his chest, before leaning over to the bedside cabinet and pulling out a condom.

"No unwanted accidents." She explained, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it on. He grinned and nodded, before rolling them so he was on top. It was all very well letting the woman dominate for foreplay, but when it came down to it, Dr Owen Harper was very much in charge. Nibbling on her earlobe, he pushed inside her, and groaned as she gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He set up a steady pace, making sure that she was enjoying herself too, which, he noted with more than a little self satisfaction, she was. Tosh moaned and pulled him into a blinding kiss, wiggling her hips. "Would you get on with it? I wasn't expecting to be shagged by an eighty year old. A little pace please?" Owen gasped, and giggled, before complying.

"Alright your Majesty?" He asked with a grin, as the bed shook underneath them.

"Mhhh… Less talk, more sex!" Tosh moaned, nails digging in a raking down his back. "Better." She added, as he started to really go for it, losing control. She gasped and shuddered, and moaned his name as her orgasm hit her, but didn't scream in that annoying way Gwen used to, which was another bonus. Feeling that his job here was done, Owen stopped picturing Ianto and Jack together as a hold-off technique, and allowed his own orgasm to was over him in a series of grunts and yeahs. Gasping and panting, he collapsed on top of her, trying to hold his own weight up as much as he could, as grinned to himself.

"That was pretty damn good." He gasped into her ear, before rolling off her and allowing her to snuggle into his side and pull the covers over both of them.

"You'll do." Tosh grinned, kissing him softly before settling with her head on his chest. Owen laughed and looked down at her, deciding that there was more to Tosh than he had first assumed.

Gwen let herself into her home, whistling the song she'd just been listening to on the radio. Rhys was nowhere to be seen, so she put the kettle on whilst she dialled his mobile. He picked up after three rings.

"Hello?"

"Hello gorgeous!" She chimed, "Guess what, got the day off work. Fancy lunch with me?"

"Hi love, sorry I can't. I've got a lot to finish up here. How about you see some friends and we'll have dinner together later?" He replied, sounding like he wanted to go.

"Aww, Rhys. Can't you leave it for tomorrow?"

"No, Gwen. Some of us have proper jobs with proper hours. Just because your stupid special ops gave you the day off doesn't mean the rest of the world stops for you!" Rhys snapped, clearly annoyed that she thought so little of his job.

"That's not what I mean, love. Isn't there any way you can get an hour just to grab some lunch with me?" Rhys sighed audibly.

"I'll see what I can do. I'll text you if I can make it." He said, "I'll have to go now though."

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you too." He hung up, and Gwen glanced about. She decided to do some cleaning whilst she waited for his text. Finally, when she'd finished the bedroom, bathroom and living room, and was half way through the kitchen, her phone buzzed in her back pocket. Grinning, thinking she'd won, she took her phone out and gazed in disbelief at the message:

'Sorry hun, too much work. Dinner tonight? Xxx'

Glowering, she dialled Rhys' number on the landline and proceeded to choose her favourite knife from the drawer with which to castrate him. He picked up after about 6 rings.

"Hey, I said I was working…"

"Rhys Williams! I cannot believe you!" She cut him off, yelling. "You always complain my job gets in the way of us spending time together, then when I get time, you're too fucking busy to bother."

"Hey! Don't you start bloody yelling at me! I'm not the one who's been at least an hour late for dinner every night this week. I'm not the one who forgot our anniversary on Tuesday. Your job is so fucking important, but mine's just a piece of piss. Hell, why don't I just quit and become your fucking house pet?" He slammed the phone down at the same instant she did, and she burst into tears.

"Bastard!" She yelled to nothing in particular, then slammed the knife into the sideboard, sinking it in a few inches and yelling again, "Fucking Bastard!" Before storming out of the house in a rage.

Without thinking, Gwen found herself making a beeline for the Hub, and before she could stop herself, she was standing at the bottom of the step to the office, looking up at a very confused and sympathetic Jack. He descended the steps and scooped her into a big warm hug, and she dissolved onto his shoulder.

"What's happened?" He asked, brushing the hair out of her eyes and handing her a handkerchief embroidered with the initials JH. She dabbed at her eyes and sniffled.

"Rhys is a bastard." She pouted. He smiled a little.

"That all? All men are bastards honey, get used to it." He grinned, sweeping her into the kitchen and lifting her like a child to sit on the side while he made her a cup of tea (better than his coffee but still atrocious). "What did he do?" He asked, giving her the mug, which she cradled for its warmth.

"I got home and called to see if we could meet up for lunch. All I wanted was to spend his hour lunch break with him. He said he didn't have time, then when I complained he behaved like a complete ass hole." She set the cup down next to her and slid off the side to claim another hug.

"I told you not to let things slide. He's obviously feeling undermined." Jack pointed out. The look on Gwen's face told him he'd chosen the wrong tack, so he tried a different approach. "Still, he should respect you more. It's not like you asked for the moon on a stick…" He tried. She blinked up at him and sniffed.

"Exactly… I only wanted to see him for a romantic lunch."

"Precisely, which is sweet of you if anything. And even if you had asked for the moon on a stick, you deserve it, you're a princess." Gwen nodded and gazed at him in a odd sort of way.

"Yes I do." She said, sounding a little weak. "Yes I do!" she confirmed, a little more confident.

"Yes, you do." He added, for once completely sincere. She looked at him adoringly, and pushed her face close to his.

"You're a good man Jack Harkness… Not an asshole like him…" She leaned forward a bit more, and Jack felt himself moving towards her as if to kiss her, before Ianto popped into his mind, and he decided he couldn't ruin all his hard work. He pulled back.

"I… I should go and check on Ianto…" He said, clearing his throat. Gwen blushed.

"Yeah… I should get back, you know, reconcile things with my asshole… I mean… That sounded wrong… Er…" Jack laughed despite his embarrassment.

"Go have make-up sex with your asshole." He winked.

"You're disgusting!"

"You love it."

"See you tomorrow…"

"Yeah…" After one more awkward glance, Jack disappeared into his office, and Gwen scurried off to cook a romantic dinner.

When Jack got into his quarters, Ianto was stirring. He blinked up at Jack and pouted, his cheeks flushed.

"What time is it?" Jack settled next to him on the bed, curling around his small body.

"5:30. How you feeling?" He stroked the hair back off Ianto's forehead, noting that the fever was gone.

"Much better. Still not amazing. Why were you upstairs?" He asked. Jack faltered. He looked at Ianto's shiny, blue, trusting eyes, and decided he couldn't hurt him, no matter how small the hurt might be.

"I was just getting a coffee…" He lied, and instantly regretted it. "Go back to sleep. I'll order us in some dinner."