It's been three weeks since Rhys left.

Unable to stand living alone with all the reminders of the long lost happy life she had, Gwen moved her clothes and necessaries into the Hub, where she slept every night on the sofa, refusing to sleep in Jack's bed. The rest of her stuff was residing in boxes in the Torchwood Storage until she can bring herself to find a new flat. Rhys had permanently moved in with Dav and keeps in contact with Gwen every so often.

Ianto has not left Gwen's side during waking hours. He had partnered with her on field work, sat next to her and helped with the paperwork, ate all three meals with her...Gwen was beginning to wonder once again if Ianto had a flat. Ianto however wanted Gwen to be Gwen again. She was no longer the life in the Hub, she was depressed, constantly eating comforting food and often found crying in the toilets for the first two weeks. Recently she was beginning to get testy and Owen had more than the occasional stapler lobbed at him.

"We're going out tonight" Ianto said calmly to her. "Now in fact"

"What?" Gwen said surprised.

"You can't spend forever in here"

"Why not? You and Jack did!" Gwen snapped crossing her arms.

Ianto sighed. "You deserve to go out for a descent meal, a night in a club to let your hair loose besides the dancing will do you good didn't you say you've gone up a jean size?"

"Ooh, you cheeky man!" Gwen growled playfully as she smacked his shoulder. "Fine I'll do it but you got to wear something other than that suit! You got a nice arse, show it by wearing jeans"

Ianto blushed. "Eight o'clock, be ready or I'll drag you out naked if I must" he said sternly before leaving the Hub hurriedly.

Owen and Tosh who had been watching the whole exchange turned round to face each other. "And you still think they're not shagging?" he asked.

Tosh slapped him with a rolled up newspaper.

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Ianto felt uncomfortable in his jeans. It wasn't something he usually wore, he preferred wearing his suits since they not only made him look intelligent but the fabric was soft against his skin. Owen would scoff at that but Ianto didn't give a damn, comfort comes first and besides Owen was the one complaining how his jeans were too rough and tight to run in just last week...

Gwen looked beautiful, it was the first time he had seen her wear make-up in weeks and it had an astounding effect, made her look more alive and radiant than before. She wore a short black skirt and a deep red top, the most girlish thing he had seen her wear since she preferred the comfort of jeans. Ianto confessed silently to himself that he had found it difficult to take his eyes off of her during dinner. The dim-lighted room only made her look even more beautiful as her pale skin gained an ethereal glow.

After dinner they went to a rather good nightclub where Gwen engaged in a game of shots, to Ianto's amusement and horror she had gotten drunk rather quickly and needed to be guided away by certain perverted men who were very eager to get her into an alleyway. Gwen had forced him to dance and many times he was very certain she had groped his buttocks, by the time he left the club he was very red in the face.

"Thank you Yan" Gwen slurred into his ear as she staggered across the street, clinging tightly to his arm. "I had a grape time...i mean...you know..."

Ianto chuckled. "I know Gwen" he said patting her hand.

"Ianto...i think 'ack is an idiot leaving thomeone tweet and thexy" her slurring started to sound a lot like a lisp as her alcohol smelling breath tickled his ear as she got closer to him. "I really, really like you Ianto more than a friend but...i can't do anything, not right now...thame though I would love to thong you"

Ianto bit his lip to stop laughing. "Really?"

"Yep!" Gwen said cheerfully pulling away and forcing him to look at her. "I'll thong you right now if you like"

"No thank you Gwen, it would be taking an advantage"

"Nonsense because it'll be ME who shall take the advantage of YOU!" Gwen said waving her arms madly as she swayed, Ianto reached out and caught her before she fell back. "Thuch a gentlelady" Gwen mumbled.

"I'm not" Ianto mumbled rather miffed he got called a lady.

Gwen leaned up to kiss him only to miss his lips and end up kissing his chin. "See taking advantage" she said before collapsing.

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"Urgh my head" Gwen groaned as she clutched her head the next morning. She had woken up with her make up cleaned off and her shoes missing as she was tucked up in her make shift bed. Despite her shower, aspirin and coffee she was still groaning and considering the idea of sleeping on her desk. "I wanna die" she moaned.

"It's your own fault" Ianto scolded softly as he put a glass of what Gwen could only describe as sludge in front of her. "You didn't have to drink so much. Drink this it's Grandma Jones' secret hangover cure, Rhiannon swears by it"

"Thank you" Gwen mumbled gulping the sludge quickly and pulling a face. "Disgusting" she muttered however her headache was already clearing up and she was beginning to feel miles better. "So...Yan, I didn't do anything embarrassing last night did I?"

"Well you began lisping" Ianto said thoughtfully, Gwen nodded knowingly she had done it many times since she was a teenager. "And then you babbled about thongs"

Gwen gaped at him. "I-I-I did not!" she spluttered. "You're making it up!"

Ianto smirked. "You don't know that for sure" he said before strolling off towards the kitchen to make Tosh's and Owen's coffee (who both turned up just this very moment.

"Come back here you cheeky bugger! I want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth!" Gwen shouted.

"Blimey what got your knickers in a twist?" Owen asked. "Did you and lover boy just have a spat?"

Gwen picked up her stapler and threw it at Owen.