OH NO! I'MSOSORRY! Though, this time, it wasn't my fault! Apparently, sis's laptop had like a million Trojan viruses or sumthin. So, I had it shut off for three days, and the rest were spent de-bugging it. My dad had to do it, because I can't fix computers… There is a bright side! For those of you who actually bother to look at my illustrations, I finished all of them from tasks five to ten because of all my free time. (I was constantly whining about going through computer withdrawal.) STILL! This one is gonna be rather long! You won't be getting a second one, because it would take more time, and I doubt you wanna wait.

Anyhoo, I dunno what I was doing, but I saw some screen caps from "Meat" and I nearly spazzed. I hadn't realized the first time I watched it that Ianto had a black flip notebook. So yeah…

This chapter has LINE BREAKS! AAAAGH!

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood at all.

Task 8) Buy a little black flip notebook (among other things).

Once he left the Hub, the initial shock of the explosion had worn off. Ianto was feeling thoroughly pissed. It seemed like everything bad that could ever happen in one day had happened to him. Why did he have the bright idea to make a list in the first place? Why couldn't he just sit quietly in the tourist center like usual? Why?!

He decided it wasn't worth contemplating at that time. He was going to finish the list, and be done with it.

Ianto decided to take the SUV, even though he didn't really like it. He always thought it was rather bulky. But right then, he didn't care. With any luck, there'd be a few smaller cars that decided to get in his way, and the SUV could just eat them. That would probably make him feel so much better.

Ianto got the car started and began to drive. He wasn't sure where he would go first. He needed to buy supplies to fix the coffee machine, a vacuum, a black flip notebook, and for the hell of it, something for the SUV. He decided to buy the flip notebook first, seeing as it would probably be the easiest to get.

As he was driving, Ianto realized he was gripping the wheel so hard, his knuckles were turning white. He was glaring at the road, probably committing several traffic violations while he drove. He really didn't care. If anyone stopped him, he could just say he was Torchwood, or claim that he had an invisible pregnant wife who was about to give birth in the back, and that he needed to get to the hospital fast. That, of course, was malarkey. But he. Didn't. Care.

Soon enough, Ianto found himself in a car park. He was in the furthest space from the shop. He rested his grimy forehead against the steering wheel, taking a deep breath. This was the most stressful day he'd ever encountered. He sat up, removing his coat. He threw it on the passenger side seat. It was very nearly destroyed by the explosion. His shirt was in no better condition. Where his coat had been open, there was a stripe of black down his front. His favorite crimson tie was in the same soot-covered state. He'd have to throw out the whole suit.

Ianto exited the SUV, slamming the door. The young man took out his handkerchief, attempting to wipe his face clean. When he looked back at the cloth, it was completely covered in black. Ianto frowned heavily. He stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket, leaning down to look at himself in the wing mirror of the car. His eyes widened at the sight. He looked completely frazzled. His hair was everywhere, and he still had traces of the explosion on his face. Ianto attempted to smooth down his hair, with limited success.

Clenching his fists tightly by his sides, Ianto righted himself. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly.

"I don't care anymore. I just don't care anymore," he growled.

Making sure he had plenty of money, Ianto began to walk to the shop. He was completely aware that he was attracting stares from people. He, after all, was walking around in normally nice clothes, completely ruined by a coffee machine explosion. He was most likely giving off a vibe that just oozed 'murder.' There was a scowl on his face that made anyone who looked at him turn their head away in fright.

While inside, Ianto easily found what he wanted, silently thanking God for his small mercies. He picked up one of the notebooks, observing it closely. If he was getting one, it had to be sturdy. It couldn't be rendered defunct after one or two alien attacks. Ianto seriously doubted there was any kind strong enough for that!

Actually, Ianto considered. He grabbed five more.

The Welshman tossed the black notepads casually in front of the cashier. The woman looked up at him nervously. She stared at his charred face, hesitantly ringing up the items.

Ianto walked back to the SUV, slightly satisfied. At least the notebooks hadn't somehow turned into a dangerous alien that attempted to eat him.

He had to go to seven different places to get what he needed, and that was just for the coffee machine. Glancing at his watch, Ianto saw that it had taken him two full hours. He groaned, slamming his head against the wheel of the car. Luckily, it landed right where the horn button was. A loud, blaring horn sounded, getting him several stares. Ianto didn't move his head. He just let the horn go.

"Of course!" he grumbled bitterly. "This is just my luck!"

He lifted his head, cutting off the annoying noise. "Did I do something terrible in a past life?" Ianto asked, casting his eyes to the car ceiling. "Is this karma biting me in the arse?"

Wearily, Ianto pushed open the door.

Ianto headed to pay for the items he'd picked up. He'd somehow found a vacuum cleaner, items to stock up the Hub kitchen area, and even something for the SUV in the same place. (It all seemed much too convenient to him.)

He paid, still with plenty of money remaining. He tried to hurry away, adamant to return to the Hub without anything else happening to him.

Of course, that meant something would.

"Ah!"

"Fuck!"

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

So, Ianto ended up on the ground, yet again. The Welshman was facedown, his stuff strewn around him, pell-mell. In his desperate rush for the SUV, he'd run into a woman. Of course, Ianto fell while she was simply thrown a little off balance.

"Are you alright?" the woman cried at the unmoving Ianto.

God, I don't care anymore. I'll just lie here and wait to die. I won't even bother… Ianto thought cynically.

"Sir? SIR!" the woman shrieked, scared that she'd somehow killed Ianto.

"WHAT?!" he snapped, his face still buried in the blacktop. He could hear the woman take a step back. He immediately felt guilty. He couldn't take out his annihilated nerves on an innocent woman.

Ianto groaned. He pushed himself up off he ground. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I haven't been having the best of days." He began to gather his things.

The woman took in his exhausted appearance. "I can tell."

When Ianto arrived back at the Hub, his arms were full of the things he'd bought. He could barely get himself in. In one arm were the huge vacuum cleaner box and shopping bags. On the other, Ianto had slung his coat round the crook of his elbow, his hand supporting four coffees.

As soon as the cog door opened, the other three Torchwood employees rushed to him. Owen immediately grabbed for his coffee, but Ianto pulled them away. The women had questions.

"Where were you? We thought you'd disappeared," Tosh said.

"Yeah. Jack said you were taken away by the rift," Suzie added.

"You look terrible. Did something happen?" Tosh asked.

"Why won't you give me my coffee? We've been waiting for hours! What took you so long?" Owen griped.

Ianto was silent. He simply dropped the box and bags on the floor, ignoring his co-workers. He strode to the nearest flat surface, the others following closely after. Ianto grabbed one of the coffees, intending to take it to Jack. The others, he dropped a few centimeters from the air onto the table. One tipped over, spilling. The others sloshed around dangerously.

"Oi!" Owen complained as the women took the two upright coffees. "Tea-boy!"

Shoulders slightly hunched with irritation, Ianto walked to Jack's office, ignoring the medic.

Task Eight: Complete via the worst. Shopping trip. Ever! Task Nine: Get Jack to do his paperwork.

This is Ianto when he's utterly PISSED! The frustration was finally setting in. I added a bit more Deus Ex Machina in there. I'm shameless. Really.

The matching illustration will be up on DA.

The whole thing with the SUV eating another car is somewhat of an in-joke for me. We have this HUGE old white van that just takes up both sides of the rode. I always comment on how it looks like it could just eat the other cars on the road.

Even though I've been gone for a very long time, I hope you review! S'il vous plait!