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Task 7) Make coffee (again).

The cups of coffee he was about to make were what Ianto always liked to call 'refills.' By now, everyone would be done with their first cup. Whether it was by experience (Owen and Jack begging for new cups) or by common sense, Ianto came to always make a second batch. This time of the day was always hardest for the team.

Ianto headed up the stairs to the coffee machine. He was starting to get a migraine. Maybe investing in an early retirement wouldn't be such a bad idea… Well, after Lisa gets healed.

The young man rubbed his temples, trying to soothe his throbbing head. Maybe he was going into caffeine withdrawal. He had yet to even drink his first cup of coffee. He'd been so focused on making Jack's perfect, that he'd forgotten all about making one for himself. Then one thing led to another, and he was back again.

"Yes, coffee sound good," he muttered. That would make him feel so much better.

The Welshman began to fiddle with the machine, getting everything just right. He brought out everyone's cups. Each person had two mugs. He set out Tosh's other no-nonsense indigo mug (She had two identical ones.), Suzie's hot, retina burning pink mug (Pink was not her color, which led Ianto to the question of why she had a mug of that color. Perhaps she was purposefully trying to get rid of his eyesight.), and finally, Owen's "#1 Alien Hunter" mug (Ianto was simply flabbergasted with this one. There was no way that companies actually made "#1 Alien Hunter" mugs. He really wanted to know where Owen got his mugs.).

Everything seemed fine until the coffee machine began to sputter. The next thing he knew, there was an ear-splitting BOOM! and Ianto was thrown backwards.

Ianto pulled down his arms. He'd been using them as protection from…

"Oh God!" he gasped. The- His coffee maker had just… just… exploded! Coffee makers didn't just explode, right? Right?! RIGHT?! Apparently, not right.

"Ianto! Ianto! What happened?" Jack ran up to Ianto through the slowly dispersing smoke. He waved an arm to dispel the thick black haze.

"I- I- I don't-" Ianto couldn't seem to finish his sentence. There were no words for a moment like this. "It… blew up."

"What blew… wait, the coffee machine?!" Jack gasped. He stared, horrified, at the obliterated device. The expression mirrored the one that Ianto had on. Both of them gaped, mouths wide open, not really sure what to do.

"I was just getting coffee and then…" Ianto shook his head in disbelief. "Boom."

"What does this mean?" Jack asked in a hushed tone.

"I think it means… no coffee," Ianto replied. He had yet to even attempt to get up. He was pretty sure his whole front was black from the explosion.

"What?!" Jack's attention was immediately redirected to the Welshman.

"I think… I think I should go…" Ianto said hesitantly.

"What?" Jack spun fully to face him.

"I'm going to buy things to fix it… if it can be fixed." Ianto grabbed the railing, pulling himself off. He dusted himself off the best he could.

"But it had alien tech in it!" Jack pointed out.

"Which is probably why it exploded," Ianto sighed. "I do whatever I can."

"I hope it can be salvaged," Jack groaned.

"Yes, I do too. I think I'm going to go before Owen kills me," Ianto said, cringing. He was actually wondering why Jack was the only one who'd come up.

"That would probably be a good idea…" Jack replied.

"I'll pick up some coffee on my way back," Ianto called back to Jack.

"Yeah. Great…" The Captain stared dejectedly at the smoking machine as Ianto left.

Ianto hurried out of the Hub. He was actually relieved to be out, even if it was to do another Torchwood-related job.

While I'm out, I guess I can...

Task Seven: Failed. May never be completed again. Ever. Task Eight: Buy a black flip notebook (and now some other things…).

And viola! I didn't expect it to be this long… I hope you can forgive me for my absence, again… BOOM!

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