Jack and Owen walked into the hub carrying the weevil between them, it was sedated and Owen had been ordered to run some tests on it, see if they could somehow find out how they worked mentally, and to see if they could get an idea of where they were from, because maybe one day they'd be able to send them home.

"Where's Ianto and Toshiko?" Owen asked.

"Coffee," Suzie smiled. "Did it go okay?"

"Apart from that police woman was there," Owen sighed. "Followed us back here."

"That's why she's walking around the tourist office looking for an easy way in?" Suzie laughed.

"So much for going to sleep and forgetting," Owen muttered. "What do we do?"

"We'll wait to see what she does, let her make the first move," Jack grinned. He made his way up to his office and smiled as he saw Ianto's bags aligned neatly in the corner. He looked out across the hub and sighed, it seemed emptier than normal. Even though he had only been there a day, Ianto made the place more exciting, and he could already sense the change when he wasn't there.

"So, what do you think of Torchwood then?" Toshiko asked. They had prolonged their trip by sitting in and drinking the coffee, they would order the others some once they finished theirs and then head back.

"Honestly, it confuses me. But I like being part of it."

"Why does it confuse you?" Toshiko asked as she took an experimental sip of her vanilla latte, she had decided to try something knew today.

"Because it's meant to help people, it does help people. But the minute you help them, you make them forget."

"You read a lot of the files then?" Toshiko laughed. In every file where a civilian was mentioned it also mentioned that there memories had been tampered with.

"Almost half," Ianto sighed. "I know it's a secret organisation, but don't you get lonely I mean you're the only people that know what you do."

"We do, you keep saying you, but it's we now. You're part of Torchwood."

"I know. Just still trying to get my head around the fact that you'd want a freak on the team."

"Ianto, you're not a freak!" Toshiko argued. "You're different, beyond your control. But that doesn't make you a freak, it makes you special."

"Special?" Ianto laughed.

"You're not like us, any of us. You're brilliant!" Toshiko smiled. "Jack thinks you're brilliant."

"He does?" Ianto smiled.

"Yes, he does. Less of the freak talk yeah?"

"Yeah," Ianto sighed. "I just wish I could be like every one else."

"You know if you asked any one here, give them the choice they would rather be like you."

"It's too confusing being me," Ianto laughed.

"Why is it confusing?" Toshiko asked, she had a feeling that he hadn't told any of this to Jack because he seemed to stumble over his words, something that he hadn't done before. She made a mental note to talk to Jack about it when they got back.

"Because I'm feeling things for the first time, and I'm trying to understand everything at once and most of the time it just turns out to be a mess in my head."

"It will get better in time." Toshiko smiled. "You just need time to adjust," Ianto tried to bite down a remark about her sounding a lot like Jack, and smiled. "We should get back."

Toshiko walked up the stairs to Jack's office, when they had got back he was on the phone to the head of UNIT, and Ianto had headed straight to the archives, Toshiko guessed that he was going to try and do some more thinking.

"How was the coffee trip with Ianto?" Jack asked brightly. He was thrilled that Toshiko had invited him out on her lunch time ritual.

"It was fun," She smiled. "But I think you should talk to him."

"Why? Is everything okay?"

"He's confused about a lot of his feelings. And I'm guessing they're about you."

"Why would they be about me?" Jack asked.

"You brought him to life, Jack. You've given him the life he has now, and I can tell around you he feels the most comfortable. Plus the way you are around him, I bet you're all in his head making his feelings all clogged up."

"So you think I should give him some space?" Jack asked not too sure what to do.

"No. I think you should talk to him, an honest to god conversation, maybe over dinner."

"You're telling me to ask him on a date."

"Let him decide if it's a date, but talk to him. Oh and Owen told me to tell you that the stalker police lady is out side again."