I thought it would take me a while to write these, since I haven't felt too inspired to write anything for a while, but I seem to be on a roll. I had also planned to hold on to them for a little longer, and postin one part a day, tops, but who am I kidding? I can't help posting something when it's done :) But reviews would still be very very much appreciated!

Sometimes, getting put on decaf isn't as much a punishment, as simple common sense.

Characters belong to the BBC, etc.

Five times Ianto Jones put Jack on decaf... and one time he didn't.

4.

For what was probably the fifth time that afternoon, Ianto heard steps approaching. Since lunch, he'd been working in the archives, trying his best to avoid Jack.

With all that had been going on the past week, Jack had ended up pulling five all nighters back to back, and it was beginning to take its toll. Jack had volunteered, as he didn't sleep very much anyway, and of course he felt responsible for his team. He had sent two of them home every night, to make sure that everyone got to sleep at least a few hours every now and then, but he had stayed, constantly checking for rift activity and hunting weevils and picking up alien artefacts.

At first, Ianto had told Jack he'd stay, too, but after the second night he realised that Jack had a point. He had made a thermos of extra-strong coffee for Jack before leaving on his nights off, hoping it would help a little. Now, however, Ianto realised that five nights of no sleep and ridiculous amounts of strong coffee might not have been such a good idea after all.

Ever since Ianto had turned up in the morning, Jack had been fidgety and restless. He kept asking Ianto for refills, which Ianto didn't have the heart to deny him, and he'd spent most of the day following the members of his team around, too agitated to actually concentrate on any work of his own. When Owen finally had enough, and told Jack to 'go find the tea boy or something', Jack had done just that, quite efficiently disturbing Ianto's work with constant suggestions for sexual favours. So, after lunch Ianto had had enough and fled to the archives, where he hoped Jack wouldn't find him quite so easily.

No such luck, though. It seemed that Jack's newest pastime consisted of either watching Ianto on CCTV, or going down to the archives to ask him questions which any other team member could have replied to just as easily as Ianto.

Ianto sighed as the steps approached, and Jack turned the corner.

'Ianto!' he greeted, an unnaturally wide smile, even for Jack, on his face. 'There you are!'

'Just as I've been for the past four hours, sir,' Ianto replied, and continued his filing, trying hard not to sound too impatient. After all, he was partly to blame for Jack's current state.

'Yes, which is why I came to find you! Don't you think it's time you came back upstairs?'

Ianto sighed again, not even wanting to hear what Jack's explanation for disturbing him was this time. Enough was enough, he decided.

Surprising Jack, Ianto pushed past him and headed for the stairs.

'Great!' Jack said, and followed him. 'Then we can…'

Ianto held up a hand. 'Forget it.'

When they reached the top of the stairs, Ianto walked into the middle of the hub, and cleared his throat to get everybody's attention.

'Jack's taking the night off. We're leaving now, and I don't want to hear any complaints about it. See you all tomorrow!'

Instead of the protests he'd expected to hear, Ianto was met with relieved smiles from Tosh and Gwen, and a mumbled 'About time, he's been pissing me off all day' from Owen.

Jack, on the other hand, looked confused.

'What are you talking about? I need to stay here and…'

'Leave it, Jack. You're a mess from sleep deprivation and too much caffeine. We're going home.' And at the hopeful look on Jack's face, he added: 'And you're going to sleep.'

'Oh.' Jack looked disappointed. Then his face brightened. 'Can I have one more coffee before we leave, though?'

'Sure you can,' Ianto replied, 'you can have as many as you like. As long as it's decaf.'