Notes: Just a short chapter to hold you all over until I get the next chapter for an episode written. Sorry about the angst and for hurting Ianto. And I take it since no one complained that my sex scene was alright? There are more to come, but not in the immediate future. Enjoy!

Chapter Spoilers: Episodes 2.01 (Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang – slight/references) and 2.02 (Sleeper – slight/references)

Ianto woke promptly at seven o'clock entangled in Jack's limbs. Having no real desire to get up quite yet, he continued lying in bed, thinking about what all occurred during the night. I shagged Jack. After having told him he needs to prove himself, that I'm only here for comfort until the nightmares subside, nothing more, I go and shag him. He let out a soft sigh of frustration making sure to not wake the other man.

After their round of pleasure in Jack's office chair, they headed down into the bunker, presumably to sleep. However, Ianto quickly grew aroused again and knew Jack would not protest. Roles were reversed their second time around, Jack riding Ianto until they came and drifted off to sleep from exhaustion from both the "end of the world" activities and their own.

Ianto had to wake Jack from his nightmares quite a few times during the night. He was thankful, though, that the dreams weren't as intense as that night in the hotel. The number increased, but intensity decreased. That has to mean something. Ianto figured he would inconspicuously ask Owen about it later.

So what do I say to Jack? Ianto wondered. Last night… It wasn't a mistake, but it also was. I don't trust him yet, but I couldn't let the world end without me being with him one last time. I truly missed him and the intimacy. He started carefully extracting himself from Jack's embrace. Should I tell him just that? Will it make him upset? Will it make matters worse? Ianto paused in his thoughts while climbing over Jack, making sure to keep his morning arousal from brushing against the immortal, thus waking him and leaving him wanting morning sex. Once Ianto gathered his footing, he headed off to the showers.

Ianto cleaned up quickly, having realized he spent a great deal of time mulling over his predicament while still in bed. Tosh would be arriving soon and he didn't want anyone knowing he shared a bed with Jack last night; if not for my sake, but also for Jack's. He doesn't want them knowing about his nightmares.

Luckily for Ianto, he was finished, dressed, and in the kitchenette preparing the first round of coffees just five minutes before Tosh arrived.

"Good morning, Ianto," she chimed once the cog wheel door finished announcing her entrance.

"Well aren't we chipper this morning," he replied while meeting at her workstation, handing her a fresh cup of coffee.

Tosh smiled, and after taking a sip of her coffee, "Next Friday," she stated simply.

Ianto, now understanding, asked in shock, "That time already?" Tosh nodded her head in excitement. "Well then," he continued, "anything planned for this year?"

Tosh shook her head. "I thought I'd wait to see what he wants to do. Or what the rift has planned, especially after what happened last year."

Ianto nodded his head in agreement. The team encountered a few Macra that fell through the rift and into the bay, and Tommy witnessed the destruction and havoc that occurred as a result.

Silence settled amongst them as Tosh turned to her computer to start working. Ianto looked towards Jack's office to see if the Captain was awake. Having seen shadows move about, Ianto figured it was safe to deliver Jack's first morning cup.

Jack was in the process of getting his office back in order from the previous night's events. Why Ianto left it in a mess was beyond him. He just completed cleaning and sat down in his chair when Ianto arrived with his first cup of coffee.

"Mmm… Smells delicious," Jack said while taking the cup from Ianto. "And tastes just as great," he added after taking a sip.

Ianto wanted to confront Jack about last night right then, but the cog wheel announced Owen's arrival. Since it was early and he probably had a hangover, Ianto made his exit to deliver coffee to the medic.

Jack noticed the inner struggle Ianto was having before he left. Wonder what that's about? He thought, probably about last night. It was rather unexpected. He resolved to ask Ianto about it later when they had the chance.

However the chance wouldn't come until two days later. The team still had a lot of clean up and other post-apocalyptic duties to handle, as well as weevil sightings. Thankfully for the team, the number of weevil alerts dwindled, but they were still pretty high.

One of the weevils, which Ianto had to face alone, got a hold of him and took a nasty chunk out of his arm when he used it to defend himself from the attack. Owen patched him up immediately upon his return.

"Only light duties for the next two days," Owen ordered. "No heavy lifting, no field work…"

"Okay, I get it," Ianto interrupted, who just wasn't in the mood for his usual banter with the doctor.

"Well, someone's not themselves," Owen observed.

"Just have a lot on my mind," Ianto answered the unasked question.

"Is that why the weevil got the best of you?" Owen asked. It would be a legitimate reason as to how the weevil got the upper hand on Ianto, who grew quite experienced with handling the beasts during Jack's time away.

"Must have been," he answered again, not really wanting to talk.

"Well, whatever problem it is you have with Jack, best sort it out on your two days rest," Owen remarked. Ianto was about to deny the accusation of it being about Jack, but Owen cut him off. "I know you too well, mate. I can tell when you have a Jack problem, even if you won't tell me about it, even if I don't want to know. I still know."

"I just don't know any more," Ianto confessed while letting out a sigh. "He wants me, I want him, Gwen wants him. I don't trust him yet, but I shagged him two nights ago. The world coming to an end just made me want to be with him in case I don't get another chance. It's all too confusing."

Owen listened, knowing that if Ianto was confessing, it was best to let him say everything, and add comments later. Once he was done, "Look, mate, I get it. You want him to prove himself and now you think you gave him the wrong idea. But trust me, talk to him about it. Tell him exactly what you just told me. But you can't fix this if only you know what the problems are."

Ianto nodded. He knew Owen was right. "Yea. Are we done now?" he asked, not wanting to get all touchy-feely, especially not with Owen of all people.

"Yea, go on," Owen dismissed him.

Ianto headed immediately for the archives. Jack was watching the CCTV of Ianto and Owen in autopsy bay from his office. He watched Ianto arrive and noted the blood dripping from his arm. He wanted to follow and make sure he was alright, but when Ianto didn't even glance at him upon arrival, he figured it best to watch from afar.

So he still doesn't trust me? Jack thought. And two nights ago was a one off? Seems we still have a lot to talk about. He watched as Ianto descended into the lower levels of the archives. Once he saw Ianto settle in his desk down there, Jack shut off his computer and headed down. We need to talk, now.

Ianto sensed the other man's presence almost instantaneously. I knew he would be watching, he always knows when someone is talking about him, he thought as Jack arrived and pulled up a chair at Ianto's desk. He didn't look up, waiting to see if Jack would make the first move.

Jack did. "Seems we still need to have a talk," he stated coolly, hoping that this talk wouldn't turn into an argument.

Ianto was anxious to get this discussion over with, but also knew he wasn't quite ready to face the man. Not to mention that the team was still around. I don't want a tiff breaking out in front of the team. "Yes, but later," he replied.

Jack nodded. "I'll hold you to it," he said while leaving the archives.

Once the last of the team left for the evening, Jack returned to his office. Ianto was already there filling two glasses with scotch. "It's this serious," he said while pointing to the glasses. They always drank scotch whenever their discussions were serious, and quite often they turned into a row and one of them left more upset than before. Hopefully not tonight, Jack thought while settling in his chair.

Ianto gulped down the scotch in his glass and refilling it before settling in the chair across from Jack. He didn't want to be too close to the man right now. "I don't trust you," he stated bluntly.

"I know," Jack replied.

"But two nights ago," Ianto started nervously, "well… it could have been… it almost was… the end of the world… and I needed to be with you at least once more."

"I know," Jack replied again. When Ianto stayed silent, Jack continued, "I know you still think I'm going to leave you for Gwen, but I assure you that will never happen. I want to prove my loyalties to you. I want to take you on that date, if you'll still let me."

Ianto considered what Jack just told him. He's still hell-bent about taking me on a date, and insisting that he doesn't want Gwen. Proving his loyalties? He must really be serious. And the date can be the proof I need. "Yes," he answered.

"Yes… what?" Jack asked, hoping he meant yes to the date.

"Yes to the date," Ianto clarified as he saw a large grin form over the older man's face.

"Rift permitting, in two days, once your arm heals up?" Jack asked, making sure Ianto approved.

Ianto nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "Do you need me to stay tonight?" he asked after a long pause.

Jack was a little taken back. Ianto had been staying the nights with him to help with the nightmares. He knew the amount was increasing, but they weren't as strong, and from experience with nightmares in the past, it meant he was close to healing. He didn't know how a night without Ianto would affect him. "I can manage," he replied, not wanting to seem weaker and more vulnerable than he was already.

"You are more than welcome to join me at my flat," Ianto pointed out while he stood to leave.

"I don't want to impose," Jack replied.

"You won't be. If you still need me, then come along," Ianto assured the older man.

Jack stood up and followed Ianto, accepting that he would need a few more nights of comfort from the younger man before he could fend for himself properly, not that I ever want to be alone or without Ianto.

The two men arrived at Ianto's flat and headed straight for the bedroom. Both fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.