A/N: I'm tired, I'm cold, I'm ill, it's half eleven at night so sorry if it's not my best standard. I'll try to make it as good as possible. Updates are going to be SO irregular now as I have about 11 fics on the go.

Dedication: all my reviewers.

Ianto awoke, the milky morning sky spinning into focus above him. He felt something cold and slick under his head and realized it was the cobbles of the back alley he was lay on. The rain spattered softly on his exposed skin, like fingertips caressing him softly. He groaned and sat up and saw a girl leaning on the wall of the nearby house. She was Japanese and had shoulder length brown hair, she wore a pair of purple glasses and her outfit was rather sophisticated: a blouse, a fitted black jacket, a black skirt and tights and a pair of black heels.

"Get hammered did you, Ianto?" the girl smiled, she was around Ianto's age and a student of Cardiff University. Ianto groaned again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Urm… yeah." Ianto nodded, but that only made his crashing headache worse.

"You daft sod. Why'd you go and do that?" She asked, helping Ianto to his feet. He stumbled and leaned against the wall, tilting his head back, allowing the rain to shower on his face, cooling him down and reducing the peek temperature he was feeling.

"I don't actually know, Tosh." He furrowed his brow, unable to think of the events of the night before. "Urm… I think I was in a club… I KNOW there was alcohol." Ianto and Tosh laughed simultaneously. But the laughs ricocheted through Ianto's mind, piercing his headache and increasing the pain.

"Come on let's get you inside; you're going to get pneumonia sleeping and staying out here." Tosh smiled and led him inside the house.

It was poorly decorated and like any other student house; scattered with beer cans and overflowing ashtrays. Clouds of smoke danced around the light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the living room without protection of a shade. A man was sprawled on the couch, sitting on a bunch of newspapers, but he didn't seem to care. He had a cigarette in one hand and, even though it was early in the morning, a beer in the other. He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke upwards, adding to the circles of smoke surrounding the light. He smiled at Ianto through his thin lips. He had short brown hair and a smug look about him.

"Alright, mate?" He asked. "Want a beer?" He offered Ianto the can in his hand which was open and half drunk.

"No, I'll vom." Ianto shook his head. "Thanks for the offer though, Owen." Owen smiled and took a swig of the can. Another girl emerged from the kitchen with a plate of two slices of toast and a cup of coffee in the other hand. She sat on the smaller couch and placed the plate on her knee and pushed, newspapers and empty cans off the coffee table and onto the floor to make room for her plate and cup which she placed down. She leaned forward and brushed her long black hair out of her face as she brought the toast up and took a small bite before returning it to its plate. She brushed crumbs off her skinny black jeans which were accompanied by a pair of black heeled boots and a crimson red blouse, covered by a black leather jacket. She took a sip of her coffee.

"That'll never be as good as how I make it." Ianto commented, indicating the coffee as he sat beside her on the couch.

"No, probably not." She agreed.

"You should get him to make you a cuppa, Gwen." Owen interrupted.

"Don't be mean; he's hung-over, like he's going to be able to make a coffee properly." Gwen smiled. There was a polite knock on their door and everyone exchanged glances.

"I'll get it." Ianto stood up and moved swiftly into the hall and opened the door, stood there was Paul, movement's manager of the University. "Paul?" Ianto asked nervously.

"Hey, Ianto." Paul smiled. "Well, there's a new boy at the University with nowhere to stay and I remembered that you were a person down after Suzie… you know… so I thought, hey, he can stay with you lot." Paul explained. Then he turned to someone at the side of the door who then came into view. "Jack, you're staying with this lot now." Paul turned and headed down the street. Ianto remained in the doorway, not letting the Boy pass but instead staring at him in horror. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt; same as he was wearing last time he'd seen him. Last night's events flashed before his eyes, the smell of the loo's the hopeless feeling as Jack slammed him into the wall and stuck his hands down his pants. The man in front of him smiled at Ianto and the only thing Ianto could muster was:

"Fuck." He cursed.

"Can I come through?" Jack pushed past him and moved into the living room where his friends were waiting for him. Ianto slammed the front door shut and slunk down it; this was NOT good.

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