More heaps of thanks to my wonderful reviewers: thedeejay, milady dragon, Marian Locksley, NikkieSheepie, brionyjae, TV-a-holic, gernumblies, gurugirl and L.A.H.H. One day I will find more synonyms for 'wonderful', but for now that will have to do.

Err… It's shorter but there is a lot of romance. Like – a lot. Far more than I would ever normally have. Not sure what came over me there. Oh, and spot the movie reference/rip-off.

An Evening In

"Jack?"

Jack looked over to where Ianto was stood by Tosh's desk. "What's wrong?"

"Have you got Owen?"

"No, just Gwen."

Ianto did his best to ignore the small part of him wishing that he, and not Gwen, had been the one transformed into something which would so easily fit into Jack's pocket. "Well, he's not here, sir. I can't see him anywhere." His voice contained a note of worry – what if they lost Owen? Yes, he could be a bit of a bastard sometimes, but Ianto still didn't want him to spend the rest of his life in the sewers.

They made a rapid search of the surrounding area, Jack's mind filled with images of a swooping Myfanwy… Then suddenly he had an idea.

"Ianto, has Tosh gone too?"

"Yeah, she has. About half an hour ago."

Jack smiled. "Then I think I know where Owen is…"

Tosh tried to put Owen down on her settee, but he refused to leave her warm coat pocket. She smiled to herself and strolled into the kitchen to start cooking. And she wasn't going to bother trying to force-feed him rat food this time; No, he was going to end up with whatever she had. Maybe she could put some candles on the table too. That would be nice.

Ianto looked down proudly and his and Jack's handiwork. The main floor of the Hub was covered with boxes, folders, bags, buckets, chairs and anything else they could find that wasn't an alien artefact, all artfully arranged to make the most exciting rat-playground they could dream up. He could feel Gwen running from one shoulder to the other, squeaking excitedly.

Jack took her off him and placed her on the floor. "Now that's what I'd like to do if I woke up and found I was a rat."

They sat down next to each other on the old settee with a cup of Ianto's coffee each to watch.

Tosh plumped herself down on her settee with Owen in her lap. Their shared dinner had not exactly been what she would call a success – Owen had preferred the wax candles to her home cooking, for a start – but right now she didn't mind. Owen was still making wheezy squeaks as he settled down, like he had a chesty cough, but he too seemed to be quite happy and content. That was odd. 'Happy and content' was not a state of being Owen was often found in.

A slight smile on her face, she flicked on a film and settled down to watch it.

"Jack." Ianto warned, a touch uncomfortably.

"Hmm?"

"Gwen's in the room."

"Rat's don't have great eyesight you know. And she's distracted."

"Yeah, but…"

"We could go somewhere else."

"We're supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Jack. I don't want to really lose one of them."

Jack sighed pointedly to himself, and let Ianto be. For a while.

"I wish you'd do this normally." Tosh told her companion quietly. "Sit at home with me, watch a film without complaining… I'm not asking much really. Not for a proper relationship, or anything. It'd just be nice, that's all."

"What were you doing with her earlier?" Ianto asked suddenly.

Jack frowned. "Earlier? Oh, she decided she'd explore my office and went behind the back of one of the cupboards. And then she refused to come out. Nothing suspicious, I promise." He grinned down at Ianto. "You weren't jealous, were you?"

"No."

"Hmm. We could always turn you into a rat, you know. That could be… interesting."

"No thank you, sir." Ianto replied smoothly, crushing the same small rebellious part of his brain. "Who would get you all coffee if I was a rat?"

Jack gave a dramatic sigh. "Ah, the coffee. It's always the coffee that gets in the way, isn't it?"

"Cardiff wouldn't still be here without it, sir."

"I thought I'd told you to drop the 'sir' thing?"

"I like it. Sir."

"Good. I kinda like it too."

"You don't know how it is, Owen. I wish you'd understand. But it's so complicated I can never really explain it to myself. I don't know why I keep… Well. But I can never work you out. Some days you're nice to me, and then others… Some of the things you say!" Tosh looked down at him. "And some of those things you do… Gwen… I could hardly bear to speak to you then. But then you give me moments like this." She laughed to herself. "And I can never quite sort it all out in my head."

Gwen squeaked indignantly as a pile of something soft and warm landed on top of her in an untidy heap. At least it blocked her view.

"I think I love you, Owen."

Sorry that was split up so much. I'm assuming you can work out which bit belongs to which character. And please review, because I want to know if any of that worked or not. Thanks.