Title: Jack's Naked Glory
Beta: jooles34
Character pairing: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, Owen.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Guess who's on Rift Channel tonight?

Warnings: Just for fun. Pure fluff

Spoilers: Game station; does it mean something to you? If not, then it's a spoiler.

Author's note: Some times you just wake up with a strange idea. Set sometime at the end of season one.

Disclaimer: Still not making money out of this. Characters are still belonging to RTD even if he doesn't deserve them.

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Tosh had spent the last two days studying a signal coming through the rift. Nothing worthy bothering about, was what Jack had said. It was some TV program from the future, nothing more. In fact it was a very bad TV program from the very far future…

It shouldn't have bothered Tosh either, except that she didn't want to believe that people could, one day, enjoy watching reality show in which the losers would lose their life.

"It's faked." Jack had assured without giving any reason for his conviction.

"Men are wolves to their own kind." Owen had stated before adding "And that kind of show is not going to help people out of their crap"

"Always the believer in human kind." Jack had mocked him.

"It's awful, I can't believe it. I just don't want to know about it." Gwen had said. And then had thrown herself in another pointless search for something, as the rift was really too calm.

Jack had said it was faked, but Tosh wanted to make sure of it. That and the fact that there was nothing else to do was why she had been watching these debilitating games for hours now.

"Oh." Tosh gasped as something caught her attention, or to be more precise, someone did.

"What's the matter?" Gwen said without really caring.

"I can't believe it." Tosh said bemusedly.

"Did you find something?" Gwen asked now she had already been distracted from the files she was working on.

"You could say that. Come over here and have a look." Tosh said in a puzzled tone.

"I'm not sure I want to…" Gwen said "I'm not much in the mood for another removal from life, even if you say it's not going to happen for centuries".

"Milleni more likely. I'm still not sure about that. You definitely want to see this, Gwen."

Tosh had rewound the selected scene to the beginning as Gwen came reluctantly to stand by Tosh's side to watch it over her shoulder.

"Oh." Gwen gasped with the same surprise Tosh had minutes earlier.

"Isn't it… interesting?"

"Oh. Ooooooh, no way… It can't be…" Gwen said flushing slightly.

The two women exchanged a playful smile after having glanced towards their boss' office; the man was lost in paperwork.

"You should watch it to the end." Tosh suggested mischievously.

"Where the hell was that gun?" Gwen exclaimed.

"I don't think I want to know." Tosh answered with a fake disgusted grin.

"End of the show." she announced as the screen went blank, probably because the contestant of the game had fired on the two androids presenters as they were about to cut him into pieces.

"What's going on?" Owen asked coming back from the autopsy bay.

"Join in and give us your opinion." Gwen told him as Tosh starteding the recording from the beginning again.

"Harkness did porn in his youth." Owen smirked as the defabricator undressed his boss.

"It's hardly porn, even if it has got some of elements…." Gwen said mused.

"What is it about, Tosh? It's ridiculous. Look that tennis outfit. And what is that language?" Owen asked.

"I don't know. It's sound a bit like English, though. Language evolves, you know."

"Whoa. Where did that come from?" Owen jerked with a real disgusted grin as the gun appeared out of nowhere.

"What do you think? It is him, isn't it?" Gwen urged him.

"This is coming from the future, right?" the medic asked.

"As far as we know." Tosh answered.

She had rewound the tape and pause it where the man was facing the camera in all his naked glory.

"What do you say? Jack or not Jack?" she asked.

Owen checked the screen before saying. "Hey, how should I know? I'm not the expert here. I'm not the one facing that stuff."

"Coffee?" Ianto asked as he was just coming back from the archives.

"Here's the man we need." Owen greeted him "come and give us your expertise." he added.

Ianto came over cautiously. It wasn't like Owen to give him credit for anything other than his coffee.

Tosh played the recording from the beginning once again. Ianto didn't gasp. He kept a straight face all the way through. He just raised a surprised eyebrow at the gun scene.

"So?" The other three asked in unison.

"So what?" he asked flatly.

"Is it Jack?"Gwen urged him.

To emphasize the question Tosh had paused again on a scene where the man was shown to his best advantage. The two women were beginning to redden quite nicely with heat; Owen was watching with his disgusted smirk.

"It could be… except, that's from rift channel, right?" Ianto pointed out. "I've got coffee to brew, if you don't mind." With that Ianto left them frustrated and went to the kitchenette.

When he came back with the coffee, the two women were still studying the video. Ianto realised he hated the girls drooling at the naked man, because it was Jack. Ianto had no doubt. He knew well every inches of that body perfectly. That was Jack, his Jack.

Owen was back at his own workstation killing time with the last videogame he had found. He wasn't interested in Jack's anatomy. It was at least one good mark for the medic.

As soon as he had given them their coffee, he strode to Jack's office with the two last cups. Jack greeted his coffee like the addict he was; this was only the fifth of the day, after all.

"Thank you, Ianto." he said, taking the cup from Ianto's hands with haste and relief.

Ianto pondered for a minute about Jack, coffee and sex, then get back to his primary concern.

"I don't mind you doing nude videos, but I'd rather like them not to end up on my coworker's screen. It makes me feel like they're intruding in my sex life. I know you don't care, but I do."

Jack was staring at him, eyes wide open. Nude video? What was Ianto talking about? He was systematically wiping out all the data the CCTV recorded of their encounters, before anyone else saw it. At least he was trying, because thinking about it, he was not so sure Tosh couldn't beat him at this little game. If she was though, she was carefully keeping it to her self, and that was all it mattered to him. He didn't want Ianto to get upset and start turning him down.

"What video?" he asked cautiously.

"You in one of those stupid games with a robot that looks like some kind of playmobil toy, a ridiculously small gun… though when you consider where it was probably hidden… do I need to on?"

"Nope, I get it!" Jack said.

He couldn't believe it, but he got it. What were the odds? A large grin brightened his face as he remembered the time when these toys had flooded the market; he had found that so funny at the time.

The grin faded quickly as his met Ianto's eyes. His lovely Welshman was not in the mood for humour and it appeared … he was in trouble.

"Okay, then… let me take care of that." he said.

"Yeah, you better hurry up, 'cause I believe Tosh is working out a program to determine the size of your dick…"

He drank his coffee in one gulp and headed straight out to solve the problem.

"Okay girls, work to do. A flying soccer ball had been seen in Pentyrch."

"What?"

"Yeah, probably a joke, but we need to check just in case… So here you go. Hurry up." Jack urged them out.

The girls were very unenthusiastic, especially as they had spotted Ianto watching the little scene from Jack's office with an innocent smile.

"I bet everything will have vanished by the time we come back" Gwen said as they get in the car.

"Yeah, I'm sure it will." Tosh answered playing teasingly with her key ring.

"USB key?" Gwen asked.

"Yep"

"Okay, so that was him."

"It looks pretty much like it." Tosh answered.

"So, how can Jack be on a video coming from the future?"

"And more to the point, how can he look younger in it?"

End.