Ianto couldn't sleep. It wasn't unusual for him; he had spent many sleepless nights throughout his life, especial since Canary Warf. Usually, though, he had Jack. Jack to calm him, to dry his tears and curl around him to stop the shaking. Those moments with him and his Captain curled up in bed, cuddling, almost like a couple. Ianto thrived on those. Now he didn't have anything. He was alone, in this beautiful suit, the king sized bed empty of the warm body that he desired most. Ianto sighed.

"Maybe if I could just talk to him." Ianto groaned. He needed coffee. Rising out of the bed, he was unsettled by the time. It was already 4:45, how long had he been lying awake? He went to the kitchenette, but something stopped him.

On the table, laid, is that, a phone? Ianto dashed for the lights, cheering quietly at the sight. As much as he was growing to enjoy John's company, he needed his Captain right now; no matter how bad it hurt him. He picked up the phone, noting the slim and sleek touch surface, definitely future technology. Ianto briefly thought of how John could have left it behind so carelessly, but he really didn't care. The punching in of numbers and a few rings later lead to Owen's voice.

"Cardiff Tourism Office, You have Harper." Ianto rolled his eyes.

"That is not how one is supposed to answer the phone Owen." Owen leapt from his chair.

"Tea-boy, were the hell are you! Jack's been running himself bloody rampant. He keeps breaking down crying with guilt and, god, he's a right mess without you mate." Ianto froze. Jack didn't care about him, he didn't love him, it wasn't possible. But for Owen to be saying that…

"Owen, are you being serious. Jack isn't threatening to lop of body parts if you don't convince me to come back is he." Owen shook his head; of course Ianto wouldn't believe him.

"Jack is in his office, watching music videos of what has quickly become his favorite band." Ianto sat down, legs crossed on the table.

"Oh? Must not be too worried then, to give himself some free time." Owen cursed himself.

"Well with John locked in interrogation, and him assuring us that you're living in the lap of luxury, he let Tosh go home, and I'm making him relax."

"Must be one hell of a band to make Jack relax." Owen chuckled softly.

"It's this progressive metal band out of Cardiff, Blue Gillespie?" Ianto choked on his water.

"Shit how did he-"

"Well, Gareth, John showed up dropping that bomb. Jack nearly came on himself watching your Glastonbury performance." Ianto blushed.

"Well, Jack does like tight clothes."

"Look Tea-boy, seriously, I know what I said the other night, but, well I actually think you should give the old idiot another chance." Ianto moaned leaning his head against his hand.

"Why Owen. Just, Why."

"I can send you one good reason why." Owen rushed to the computer emailing Tosh's menagerie of evidence for Jack to the Welshman. "Ponder that Tea-Boy, and then call me in the morning."

"Owen? Can you do me one more favor?"

"What?" Ianto sat up.

"Don't tell Jack that you spoke to me yea? Let him rest, and take John a drink. I know that he's an ass, but he doesn't deserve the UNIT treatment." Owen rolled his eyes.

"Where exactly are you?"

"I don't know really, but it's this beautiful Victorian style suit, big four-poster bed, kitchenette on suit bath, almost like a honeymoon suite." Owen wanted to kick himself, of course! "To bad I keep kicking John out of here; I assume he had other plans than letting me here alone." Owen groaned.

"Yea Ianto, what is it with you and 51st century criminal time travelers wanting to fuck you senseless." Ianto laughed.

"Beats me. If I knew, I'd use it to my advantage."

"Too much information tea-boy." The Welshman laughed.

"How long do you want me to wait to pick you up, or at the very least tell Jack?" Ianto sighed.

"Surprise me. I don't want Jack to think I'm avoiding him to terribly much."

"Alright Tea-boy. Be careful. I'll find you tomorrow."

The call ended, and Ianto made a brew of coffee, not wanting to here Jack's act, but knowing that it was inevitable. Flopping onto the massive feather bed, coffee in hand, he activated the first message."