Needless to say, the mood inside the Hub was not a pleasant one; Gwen was sat at her desk, tapping away at some programme whilst trying to convince her new body that she was not ready yet to visit the bathroom. She was feeling uncomfortable as it was being in Ianto's body, she didn't want to think about that department anytime soon. But Gwen soon realised that at some point, she would have to face the music and wasn't that going to be the cherry on the cake of her day. It wasn't helped by the sudden appearance of Ianto, acting as if everything was perfectly normal and that it was just one more thing to take care of. Gwen couldn't help but hating her body's real owner at that point; how could he be so bloody calm and collective? Sure, she remembered when he had had that run in with the alien device a few weeks ago, but his own body had been changed. Now, his mind sat firmly in the driver's seat of Gwen's being and she couldn't help but turn her head away from him as he gave her a smile. Just because you've had a pre-run of being the opposite sex doesn't mean you can rub it in, Ianto Jones.

Ianto had just returned from the archives, juggling several folders in his arms he had found about body swapping, mind swapping and any other type of folder with the word 'swapping' in it that had been created in the vast history of Torchwood Three. He walked past Jack who was still examining the cadaver in the lab, hoping above all hope that its body would render up some clues as to how they could reverse this whole thing. He stood for a while, observing his Captain at work and smiled at the small hissy fit he had when he came up empty on the markings. He shouldn't really smile; this whole fiasco was resting on finding any kind of clue to swap Gwen and Ianto back and they were all coming up empty.

All the gears in the minds of the Torchwood team were momentarily stopped as a single mobile phone rang out across the silence. Gwen instantly dug inside her pocket to retrieve the item, only to give a loud sigh as she realised her mobile now resided with Ianto. She nodded her head as she moved towards the Welshman, who seemed almost rooted to the spot and oblivious to the fact the sound was coming from him. He slowly settled the files on his workstation and pulled out the phone, staring at the name displayed on the screen. Rhys.

'Mr Caveman calling, is it?' Gwen and Ianto both looked startled, noticing Jack had not even moved from his work. Ianto could only look to Gwen for guidance. What the hell was he going to say? Sorry love, I can't talk right now as I'm not really your wife, but the tea-boy, whose body your wife now currently inhabits. Would you like me to pass you over? His slight fear wasn't helped by the fact Gwen was insistent he answer the phone, waving her arms about and speaking with an exaggerated whisper, something which Ianto very much hoped she would never do again in his body.

Taking a deep breath, Ianto pressed the accept button and held the device timidly to his ear. 'Hello?'

'Alright babe,' Rhys replied as he strolled across the Bay. 'Are we still on for lunch? Banana said he went to this cracking place the other day we just had to try. So if the Daleks or whatever are giving you the afternoon off, how about we head up there?'

Ianto blankly stared at Gwen, hoping for some kind of guidance, but as she hadn't heard Rhys on the other end, it was very much like asking a Blind Date contestant to give the height and weight of their three choices. He finally managed to mouth the words Rhys and Lunch before Gwen set about another round of exaggerated whispers and hand movements. God, he hoped this body swap thing was definitely only a temporary thing.

'Gwen?' Rhys tried to listen, wondering why he could faintly hear what sounded like Ianto saying no way and forget it. 'Gwen, look if the world is ending it won't hurt my feelings if we put it off for today.' He was lying, of course; Gwen had promised they would go and have lunch together, but he should have learnt by now that the world of Torchwood didn't always allow for the lunchtime snack.

'Rhys, it's nothing like that,' Ianto was replying to Rhys, much to the annoyance of Gwen who was trying to grab at her phone. 'Lunch sounds good. It's just going to have a slightly unique twist to it.' He watched as Gwen gave him a menacing expression that urged him to drop the whole thing. 'No, nothing extremely bad,' Ianto replied to Rhys' question, throwing a small grin at Gwen. 'Just come by the entrance in five minutes and we'll talk. Bye.' And with that, Ianto snapped the phone shut and placed it quickly into Gwen's jacket.

'What the hell did you do that for?' Gwen realised just how high she had made Ianto's voice go, but really she just couldn't care at that point. 'You could have just cancelled but oh no, Ianto Jones thinks he knows best.'

'So what were you planning to do then? Stay in the Hub for however long it takes to reverse this and then just go happily back home to Rhys?' Ianto didn't know where this sudden anger had come from, but he was willing to run with it, just so it would stop Gwen from throwing a hissy fit in his body, something which he really didn't want to see. 'You brought him into the world of Torchwood so you wouldn't have to lie to him anymore. By keeping this secret you're undoing all of that. I think he deserves to know the truth.' He watched as Gwen absorbed his onslaught and ducked her head in shame.

'I'm sorry, Ianto.' Gwen kept her head down, ashamed to look her friend in the eye; he was only trying to help her and here she was, throwing it back in his face. 'It's just...everything today. What are we going to do?' She was surprised by the sudden hug she found herself in as Ianto tried to reassure her.

'Jack and I are going to keep working on this whilst you go and have lunch with Rhys.' Ianto fought back the weird sensation going down his spine about hugging his own form and continued reaching out to Gwen. 'Albeit it's going to be a different lunch to the one he was planning, I expect.' He felt Gwen laugh and they finally released each other from the hug, unaware of Jack observing the entire conversation.

'Well, don't you two make the perfect couple,' he smiled as his two friends pulled further apart and Gwen made her way to the door. 'Off for a spot of lunch, Mrs Cooper?' He wiggled his eyebrows, which only made Gwen sigh and Ianto give him a piercing stare.

'As a matter of fact, I am.' Gwen was about to leave when she spotted Ianto's suit jacket on the back of his chair. She fingered the material in thought before slipping the item onto her shoulders. If she was going to be living as Ianto for the foreseeable future, she might as well start now.

'Well, make sure you're back here by 5. Don't wanna keep our special guest waiting.' Jack smiled back at his two work mates and began to retreat down the stairs.

'Wait, who? What special guest?' Gwen shouted back, hoping the sound would draw Jack back to them. No such luck, she thought as the Captain merely quickened his pace and shouted back up to them.

'That would be telling.' Ianto and Gwen simply stood by the cog door, neither knowing which way to turn as they both settled on looking to each other, hoping the other would provide some answers.

'Don't you hate it when he's all cryptic and mysterious?'

'You don't have to live with him. And this is Jack we are talking about.' Ianto began to walk past Gwen, his sights locked on his beloved coffee machine and how he was doomed for a world of cappuccinos for the foreseeable future. He turned back to Gwen and placed his hands on her shoulders. 'Good luck. He's a great guy. He'll understand.' And with that, Ianto left Gwen with her thoughts as he retreated to the sanctuary of his kitchen area.

*****

Rhys idly flicked through an old brochure of the castle as he waited for the secret door to peel back and reveal his loving wife. The sun was shining, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky and he hoped that he could take his wife out and enjoy at least an hour away from Torchwood, aliens and weird spooky occurrences. So to say he was slightly taken aback by Ianto's appearance was something of an understatement.

'Rhys,' the figure of Ianto said as he made his way over to him. There was something strange in the way he talked, moved and sounded, but Rhys just couldn't put his finger on it. 'I think we need to have a little talk.'

Oh poor Rhys. We shall find out who the special guest is tomorrow.