A/N 1 - I've added an author's note to the first chapter. I suggest you read that if you haven't already.
A/N 2 - The idea for this one came from a couple of comments and PMs I've received about how Jack should get a bit of a break. Hopefully this is sort of what you had in mind ... and thanks for the comments because it sparked the following idea.
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Afternoon Theatre
"Owen, it's starting."
The medic came running at full speed up from the medical bay. "Do I have time to grab some beers?"
"Think so. Ianto just got the call."
Owen dashed across the hub, vaulted over his desk in such a way to make an Olympian gymnast cry with envy, and surged up the stairs to the kitchenette in seconds flat. He was a bit breathless when made his way over to where Tosh was sitting on top of Gwen's desk, his arms clutching several bottles of beer.
"Thanks," she said when Owen passed her a bottle of beer.
After opening a bottle for himself, he joined Tosh on the desk and looked around. "Where's Gwen? She wouldn't want to miss this."
"Out on a call."
"Shame that," he said before taking a sip from his beer.
Neither spoke as Ianto, with a flaming red face came bursting out of Jack's office. "Where is he?"
In unison, they pointed towards the greenhouse and grinned evilly as he stormed up the spiral staircase.
"You know," Owen started. "I always thought Jack was a bloody fool for working so hard to stay on the Queen's bad side."
"Yeah, me too. Popcorn?" She passed an overflowing bowl to him.
They could see, though not hear because of the sound proofing, Ianto bellowing at Jack. His face was starting to take on a dark shade of purple and he was gesticulating wildly.
"And here comes Jack's payoff for pissing off the Queen. In three ... two ... one."
High above them, they could see that Ianto had ended his rant. Not because he had run out things to yell but because Jack had lunged forward and crashed their lips together. There was tussling, Ianto hands moving desperately to remove Jack's greatcoat. They men slammed up against a wall and their attention turned to removing shirts as quickly as possible. Ianto finally took charge, placed his hands on Jack's shoulders and forced the other man down to his knees.
"Owen, think you can come in a little early tomorrow?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"We need to move the Venusian Ivy. It's blocking the view."