Ianto awoke the next morning in a panic. The room was covered in an unfamiliar foggy haze that made it appear as if everything was enveloped in somke.

It was only when he felt arm arms wrapping around his middle, and the soothing presence of jack that he blinked in the realization of his current predicament.

UNIT.

Experiments.

Eyesight.

Right.

"Good morning Yan. Still seeing?"

Jack buried his face into Ianto's chest, the smattering of hair there brushing pleasantly against his face.

"Barely. Are you sure the flat isn't on fire?"

The nervous humor in his voice brought a soft chuckle from the captain.

"I'm sure. Though I mean it could get very hot in here."

Ianto rolled his eyes and pulled away from the immortal, swinging his legs over the edge off the bed and rubbing his face with his hands.

"Later Jack. I'm fighting enough to see everything around me. I don't need to be fighting with your libido as well."

The immortal shrugged, scooting beside his Welshman and stretching out the kinks in his back.

"Suit yourself. Actually, don't. I'm liking you in civilian clothes."

Ianto chuckled, standing slowly and stretching with the tell-tale popping and cracking of a man who's been through hell.

"At least let me massage you in the shower. You look tense."

The Welshman looked back over his shoulder, fixing the blurry form of his lover with what -he hoped- was an exasperated glare.

"I'm sure you know this feeling, Jack. It's highly unlikely that you haven't been blinded before."

The immortal shrugged, standing and wrapping his arms around Ianto's middle once more, his chin resting gently on his shoulder.

"I haven't actually. I have no idea what it feels like."

Ianto sighed, taking a moment to revel in the warmth and security of his captain.

"Fine. One shower, and we can't take too long, I actually want to get some work done."

Jack grinned, kissing Ianto's shoulder before pulling him into the bathroom.

They went through their usual pre-shower rituals before climbing into the glass cubicle together.

As tight as the fit was, the two had become experts at maneuvering in it, which led to Ianto leaned against Jack, while the immortal gently massaged his neck and shoulders.

There wasn't anything sensual about the touches, just a simple warmth and comfort following each touch.

Ianto relaxed into the sensations, as warm , calloused hands gently scrubbed first his body,then his hair.

Warm water sloughed away the grime and sickly film that an extended stay in a hospital often left behind.

There was a few comical moments as Jack tried to maneuver his own hair under the shower head, which lead to Ianto nearly crawling around him in the small space.

"You really need a bigger shower."

Ianto had laughed softly.

"I don't know, I can actually see you right now."

The captain huffed.

"Only because you're pressed right against me.

Ianto arched an eyebrow, his hands resting innocently on the immortal's hips.

"You've never complained before."

Jack finished rinsing his hair, turning of the tap and swinging the glass door wide open.

"Normally, I'm not trying to keep my sex drive in check."

The Welshman nodded, grabbing a towel and tossing another one to the immortal.

"Touche."

They toweled off, Ianto squinting as he maneuvered his way around the bathroom.

With surprisingly minimal fumbling, the Welshman managed to fix his hair and shave, before tripping his way out of the bathroom.

Jack was close behind, concern and amusement warring within him.

"Are you going to be able to dress yourself in that state?"

The Welshman smirked, shutting himself into his closet with an audible click.

Jack simply shook his head at the closed door, before donning his usual uniform of blue shirt, jeans and braces.

Ianto, on the other had, was thoroughly thankful for his systematic organization of his clothing.

Eyes closed, he managed to don his usual three piece affair, complete with matching tie and properly buttoned purle shirt, before opening the door.

The immortal stared in shock -and more than a little awe- as an immaculately dressed Ianto Jones stepped out.

"How? How on earth did you manage that?"

Ianto could feel the captain's disbelief and amazement tickling him.

He chuckled.

"Many nights having to get dressed in a pitch black corner of the HUB, sir."

Jack frowned at that, leaning up and stroking his cheek with his thumb, gently.

"Sorry about that."

Ianto shrugged placing his hand over Jack's hand and smiled.

"I wouldn't have had it any other way."

They stayed there for a moment,just gazing at one another, until the home phone rang from the side table.

Before Ianto could run to grab it, Jack was on his way over.

"Harkness-Jones residence,this is Jack speaking."

The Welshman blushed from head to toe, turning away and marching from the room in exasperation.

Toshiko spoke softly into her end of the phone, hoping not to disturb the pile of sleeping people currently residing in the HUB.

"That's a nice greeting. Good to see that you two figured out a last name then."

Jack chuckled softly, his gaze following Ianto as he left the room.

"what did you need?"

Tosh huffed, back to business then.

"Are you two coming in at all today?"

Jack shifted his weight, not wanting to confirm it, but knowing that he had to at any rate.

"Yes Tosh, we will be in this afternoon."

The technician smiled.

"Good. Because it's getting crowded down here."

"Yea, Ianto and I discussed that whole situation last night. We'll share it with you when we get there."

Tosh nodded.

"Anything else, boss? Any orders?"

The immortal grinned.

"Yea, take care of those dear old ladies will ya? I want to know their back stories."

Toshiko giggled quietly.

"Oh I bet you do. These two are quite the characters."

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"So you've gotten an earful then."

"Oh yea, can't wait for them to regale you with it."

"Any hints?"

Toshiko bit her lip and then whispered into the phone.

"You seem to have shared a doctor."

With that she hung up.

Jack blinked at his phone for a minuet before tossing the phone onto the bed and dashing out to Ianto,who was already tugging on his shoes.

"I take it your call with Tosh was interesting."

Jack rolled his eyes, flopping into a chair with his boots in one hand.

"How did you even know that it was Tosh?"

The Welshman simply shrugged.

"I know everything, remember?"

Ianto laughed and pulled on his boots, lacing them quickly before standing.

He offered his hand to help Ianto up, which was an offer the Welshman steadfastly refused.

"Lets just go and get me some contacts or something, okay? I hate not being able to see."

Jack but his hands up in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright, but I'm driving."

Ianto snorted pulling on his coat.

"Obviously."

Jack reached for his own coat, only to be met with an empty hook. He pouted at the Welshman who tossed him his own leather jacket.

"The Mayweathers are patching yours up, remember? You're going to have to tough it out with that old thing."

Jack sighed, zipping the jacket up and opening the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

The Welshman held up the keys to his car, watching the immortal's blurry face contort into a look of disgust.

"I have to drive your car?"

Ianto nodded sympathetically, stepping onto the porch with a sigh.

"I'm afraid so. Just until we get back to the HUB, then you can get your precious SUV back."

The immortal snatched the keys and slammed the door, quickly locking it before nearly dragging his lover to the car.

The car ride to the optometrist had Ianto squeezing his eyes shut out of complete and utter terror.

"Can you slow down or something? Your driving is horrible enough without all the added blurring."

Jack simply shrugged, tires squealing as he peeled into the parking lot and slammed the car to a stop.

"We're here,at any rate."

Ianto pried his fingers from the arm rests of the car, straitening his suit and coughing before shakily stepping out of the car.

They entered the building, only to be greeted with an overly eager looking man.

He was elderly and wiry, his head two sizes too big for his shoulders,and his eyes two sizes too big for his head.

Ianto got the distinct impression that the man may have been an owl in another life, but smiled at him all the same.

He took Jack's hand in his and smiled kindly at him.

"Captain Harkness! What a pleasure! I haven't seen you since your cousin, Alice, came in all those years ago. Was a bit surprised when you called."

Jack shrugged.

"My partner here had an accident and his eyes have been damaged. I was hoping that you could hook him up with some glasses."

Ianto cleared his throat.

"Contacts please. And my name is Jones. Ianto Jones."

The man took Ianto's proffered hand in both of his shaking it vigorously and glancing between the two of them.

"Yes, yes of course! Of course. Sit down, Mr. Harkness. I'll take good care of your partner here."

A clipboard was tossed into the captain's lap.

"Fill out his information while I fix his eyes."

With that the Welshman was whisked away to the back and stood in front of a chart.

"Cover your left eye and read as far as you can."

Ianto did as he was told, and squinted.

"A. E. C. D- I can't see any further."

The man scribbled onto a sheet of paper in front of him and hummed.

"And you got the last one wrong. No need to do your other eye then. Step in here."

One machine scanned Ianto's eyes while another tested his depth perception.

He was then pulled into a darkened room where a huge set of goggles was placed before him.

"A, or B."

"B, or D"

"How does this look compared to this"

The whole situation had Ianto jittery and flustered.

He could feel Jack's amusement at his predicament.

Infuriating bastard.

You still love me.

he had to admit, he did.

"Alright . You're finished."

Ianto let out a sigh of relief.

"I must say, your eyesight is completely shot. You're lucky that we've come so far with contact technology. Unfortunately, we don't carry such an extreme prescription here."

Ianto groaned.

"I'll order them and have them delivered for you within the week. For now, however, you'll have to settle for glasses."

Ianto nodded, following the man back into daylight.

His dilated pupils refused the excess light, and he squinted against it.

"No, here comes the fun part. You get two pairs of glasses, and your captain can help you pick."

Jack nearly leapt from his chair.

"While you were in there, Yan, I took the liberty of picking a few pairs out."

A row of 10 pairs of glasses lined a table.

Ianto put the first pair on, before squinting into the mirror.

"These are completely round! Do I look like Harry Potter?"

Jack shrugged.

The next two pairs were round with flat edges, and complete ovals each one getting a giggle from the captain and a scowl from the Welshman.

A large, square pair quickly earned the title "Velma Glasses" and three more pairs along that line joined them in the pile.

"There is no pleasing you, is there Yan?"

The Welshman shrugged.

"I'm going to be the one wearing them. I might as well like them."

The Welshman squinted down at the three remaining pairs, and smiled.

A pair of sleek black rectangular glasses with thick carbon frames fit perfectly on the Welshman's face.

The pair even earned an approving catcall from the receptionist up front.

"Those are the ones, Yan."

Ianto squinted at himself in the mirror, smirking at his reflection.

"Yea, these are the ones."

The Optometrist took the frames and nodded.

"Good of the line frames. Guaranteed to resist any and all damages. Would you be liking two pairs then?"

The Welshman laughed at the irony of the statement.
"Yea, two will work. When will they be done?"

The man shrugged.

"Normally, three hours. Give me two."

Jack smirked and wrapped an arm around Ianto.

"Thank's Sid. I owe you one."

The man adjusted his glasses.

"Don't worry about it. All Harkness' are welcome here."

The man winked at a slightly blushing Ianto.

"You here that Yan. Two hours. Let's go grab breakfast while we wait."

The younger man shrugged, waving goodbye to the smirking receptionist on his way out of the door.