Chapter rating: T
Authors note: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AND PATHETICALLY FILLER-ESQUE CHAPTER! Writers block is a sickness , I tell you! I wish I could promise a new chapter soon but, alas, final exams are coming up so I'll be even more busy killing myself over a passing grade XD ... why does math exist again? XP ANYWAY, new chapter coming, but expect it further into july/august.. AND WHO ELSE IS DYYIINNNGG FOR MIRACLE DAY! xD ..I'll shut up now...
OH YEAH – I don't own these beautiful people... :'(

Chapter 6

I open my eyes slowly, staring out at the gloomy morning through my window – still dark and cloudy from the rain. I hear a mumbled curse and I roll over in my bed.

My eyes set upon a very naked and obviously frustrated Jack, glaring at the room in general as he apparently fails to remember where his other sock is – one was already in his hand.

"Jack," I whisper. He jumps, startled, and then calms down. "You're flashing my neighbours from across the street." I say, rubbing my eyes.

Jack raises his eyebrows, somehow only discovering his nakedness now, and looks down at himself. I follow his gaze, noticing dried come across his stomach and chest. I chuckle, rolling my eyes at Jack.

"No one's up at this hour." Jack says, shrugging.

"Not even you; I'm shocked." I tease, taking a stab at double entendres for a change. Jack just laughs and climbs back onto the bed.

"I'm sorry to disappoint." He says as he straddles my hips, grinning that Harkness grin. I huff a chuckle and look up at him.

"Jack, what are you going to do to me now?" I say and his smile fades away. All jokes that could possibly arise from that question are obviously ignored by Jack for now.

"Ianto, I know I screwed up, but..." Jack's hand gently rests on my side, his thumb stroking the skin. "But, I don't want you to go again.

"I know that I was an idiot to tell you to come to work the next day. But, then you go and attempt suicide. I was so fucking scared for you for this past month..." Jack fades off again, his face creasing in odd places I have never seen; and I know that he's crying.

But that doesn't mean I have to be sensitive. "Jack, if you were as worried as you say, where the hell were you?" I prop myself up on my elbows.

"Ianto, I'm saying I screwed up –"

"Answer the question!" I insist, glaring at Jack.

"I... A lot of stuff happened. Too much to go over right now, but it was crazy." His voice was strangely soft, almost defensive and I avert my eyes. "I just hope you'll come back to Torchwood." He takes my hand.

I look back to Jack, whose eyes held the most sincerity I have ever seen. "And plus, the coffee has been horrible; I don't understand how people can handle that Starbucks stuff." I roll my eyes at what Jack apparently decided was a worthwhile argument to convince me to come back.

"Jack... I don't know what goes on in that strange head of yours, but I suppose that since I want to come back, I don't even know what goes on in mine." I joke, smiling at him. He grins and kisses me.

"And, were you planning to dress before washing this off?" I ask, changing the subject to his chest, on which dried bodily fluids remained. He chuckles.

"Would you like to help me?" He suggests, cocking one eyebrow. I smile knowingly and follow him to the bathroom.