"Discussing" the Team [Ianto]

[jack]

Midday... and Jack had only had three cups of coffee so far. He had to admit, for as early as his day was when it got started, Jack was shocked he'd only been through two cups of the stuff so far. However, that ever-present headache was beginning to come back with a vengeance. God, what did he do in the course of the past couple of weeks to deserve this!?

Nothing that he could think of.

Jack flicked through a folder on his desk, wincing as he put off that phone call with the PM. His day was just getting better and better. At least, though, it seemed that the new recruits were getting along okay. Jack hated bringing two people in at the same time but it couldn't be helped. usually Jack attempted to (when he had to) replace one member at a time, that way the team could get used to working with each other before they had to be out in the field. Unfortunately, Gray didn't give Jack that luxury. He closed his eyes, thinking of his brother locked away in the vaults. Buggering hell. This was not the way things were supposed to turn out. Maybe in fifty years he could let Gray out so they could attempt to heal.

Turning his attention toward the door of his office, he willed it to open, hopefully with Ianto toting a cup of coffee.

And also, hopefully, it would be without the other members of Torchwood coming through the door as well. Jack wanted time with Ianto. And, after the team meeting this morning, he was curious as to how Ianto thought Desmond and Helen were settling in.

Not to mention smooth over the ruffled feathers from the cup of blood.

[savage]

Ianto was staring on Jack's fourth cup of coffee when he noticed the missing mug from the cupboard again. He bristled quietly in anger, those were his mugs, and that thing had used them for blood! Why couldn't she have been a normal person? With all the crazy that went around in the Hub, Ianto prayed for just one regular thing other than his coffee machine and Gwen's constant cheery attitude. He let out a soft sigh before pouring the steaming liquid into the freshly cleaned replacement blue and white striped mug Jack loved. Deftly he added a few extra items to the coffee before stirring it calmly and gently, careful not to swirl too hard lest he mix it too much.

The key to his coffee was balance and love. Yan lifted the mug up to his nose and sniffed slowly. Ah, perfect. He looked at Jack's office. It would appear that the blinds were closed. He knew Jack had a headache from the paperwork -- who knows, maybe later Ianto could convince him to come Weevil Hunting -- a pastime Ianto much enjoyed. He lifted the hot mug into his tray and carried it towards Jack's office. He gave his customary knock before entering silently. He looked with compassion at Jack, "Still have that headache?" he asked softly, setting the mug of coffee next to Jack's hand. Ianto turned and closed the door behind himself, and then latched it. There would be no interruptions now.

And no bloody vampire with her mug-o-blood to drive him crazy. He looked at Jack, before settling his hand in his pocket and sitting on the desk. "Your head feeling any better?" he asked hopefully with his welsh lilt. He reached out a hand and traced it over Jack's forehead, feeling for a fever. He paused, could Jack actually get sick? Then Ianto leaned in and delivered a soft kiss to the man's forehead. "I worry about you, and all this paperwork. I half expect that I'll find your office on fire one day and you dancing for joy outside."

[jack]

Hm. Another five minutes and Jack was going to head downstairs and see what he could do about getting a cup of coffee himself. Granted, Ianto would probably have his hide if he so much as looked at the coffee machine with the intention of brewing coffee, but Jack was beginning to turn desperate.

Just as he was about to rise from his desk, he heard a knock at the door. Jack knew whose knock that was just by its sound. Smiling, he settled back in his chair, waiting for Ianto to arrive.

"Still have? It never really left," Jack replied. "You'd think with this whole immortality thing and the way my body gets rid of illness, it wouldn't make me suffer through a bloody migraine. But here I am and here's the headache to prove it." Jack smmiled, both at the scent of coffee and the sound of his door being latched shut. Didn't matter that they spent nearly every night together, Jack still enjoyed that bit of a morning routine that included coffee and a snog before they were assaulted by the rest of the team. Today, however, the onslaught had come before Jack had even finished that first cuppa.

Jack smiled at the kiss, reaching for Ianto's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "The coffee helps. Not to mention the improved company, too." He took a sip from the mug, sliding his chair back just enough to make room for Ianto to either lean against the desk or sit with him. Whichever Ianto preferred.

"Now that? is a thought." Jack pondered the merits of this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I'd have to move a few things first. The desk... couple other things I wouldn't want to get burned. I know you've computerised the recent things, so I don't have to worry about your ire at destroying anything important..." Jack reached for his mug once more, taking a sip. "No... I think I could get behind that idea. It has some real merit." Jack threw Ianto a grin. "You didn't expect me to take that idea and run with it, did you?"

[savage]

Ianto ticked about Jack's headache, feeling bad for the man. Headaches didn't often plague Ianto, but they were mild at best and painful at worse. He let out a soft sigh, glad to be alone with Jack at last. He liked the rest of the team well enough (when he wasn't bristling over Arwen's eating habits, or thinking about Tosh and Owen), but it was a relief to just be around the original team… or what was left of it, minus Gwen. He gave Jack a half-smile, "Maybe the headache is revenge for being immortal?" he joked lightly. He returned the squeeze that Jack had given him.

"I dunno," Ianto started as Jack mentioned the improved company, "Most of the team are not terrible. Desmond is nice, Helen is …. odd, and Arwen. Well." Ianto just frowned, remembering the blood o'mug from this morning. "She's Arwen." he finished before looking back at Jack and then slipped down so he was leaning more comfortably against the desk, he eyed the seat Jack offered him. Before he came to a conclusion, Ianto let out a laugh as Jack detailed how he'd set fire to his office. He blanked his face when Jack threw him a grin. He hesitated, "Not really. I'm not sure Myfanwy would approve of the new smoky scent." then he paused again, "Does the Hub even have a sprinkler system?"

Ianto leaned harder against the desk, looking at Jack calmly. He really loved this man, this handsome, rogue, entirely-to-trying man. It was something Ianto knew Jack … mostly returned. After all, with the way Jack had been raised, it was a wonder he hadn't turned out more like - dare he name him? - John Hart. Yan opened his mouth to say something, but let it close. There was nothing he needed to talk to Jack again, being here was mostly Ianto's way of proving to himself that Jack was his. How childish. He leaned back and sighed, "Besides, I don't know why we still use paper, all the alien tech in the world and we can't have a smart computer like that…" he paused, searching for a name, "Sarah Jane Smith? We could save hundreds on paper a year."

[jack]

Grumbing and muttering a few chioice obscenities under his breath, Jack made sure to tell Ianto exactly what he thought of this whole 'headache as revenge for immortality' business. Worst of it was, Jack hadn't been killed in any strange way so the headaches couldn't be a result of his regenerating. Which meant it was probably stress induced. Great, Torchwood was turning hazardous for his health. Brilliant.

"Arwen is indeed Arwen," Jack said with a chuckle. "Just remember, she IS using her own mug, especially with how blood stains. I grabbed hers by mistake the other day. Tea tasted horrible. Helen..." Jack trailed off. "Helen is an interesting bird." But Jack drew his lips together, not offering any more information. If Ianto wanted to know, he could search the archives.

"Will say, Desmond is quite the looker, isn't he?" Yes, Jack admitted to baiting Ianto, but he couldn't help himself. Not when it was so easy to do so if Jack mentioned someone else good looking. He and Ianto had an understanding -- and he always told Ianto that, no matter what happened or who Jack slept with, he'd always come home to Ianto at the end of the day. It was a promise that, so far, he had managed to keep.

Frowning, Jack lifted a hand and rubbed it over Ianto's thigh. "What? You look like you were about to say something there." Jack had a feeling he knew why Ianto was here and, well, he didn't mind. He loved when Ianto go this bit of a jealous streak going -- it usually meant the sex was really fantastic for one.

Jack shook his head. "Guess, in this, I'm a bit old fashioned. Even if the computer was completely secure like Mr Smith, there's still the chance of a power breakdown that would tear us apart and make us completely vulnerable to attacks. Jack sighed sadly, rubbing his left hand on Ianto's knee. "Your jealousy is rather sexy, you know that, right?"

[savage]

Ianto bit back a laugh as he baited Jack about his headaches, Torchwood was stress on all - but Jack was the one who died most often. With a pang Ianto couldn't help but think about Owen and Tosh, why couldn't those two idiots have talked with each other and at least had a song? Watching Tosh break down over Owen's death, and then when he'd come back - it was terrible. Ianto looked back at Jack from his thoughts as he mentioned the team.

His mouth opened in a shocked manner as Jack spoke about accidentally using her mug. At first he tried not to gag, and then, he frowned. "You made tea?" Ianto's voice was like quiet thunder as he stared at Jack before getting distracted by talks of the rest of the team. He nodded his head about Helen - he hadn't had a chance to look at her file yet. Then he tried hard not to bristle at the mention of Jack's appreciation of Mr. Ford's body and looks, after all, Ianto had made the same sort of conclusion. However, Yan knew that he had all the man he could ever ask for, so his eyes didn't stray too much. Ianto did, however, allow himself to look a bit more bothered by the topic - he knew Jack loved baiting him about his jealousy.

He looked down at the hand on his thigh and shifted his leg a little, letting Jack know he'd felt it and …well, maybe that would have to wait until later. When Ianto wouldn't be mortified about one of the team coming in and finding them in what would likely be a comfortable, but awkward position. He let out a soft sigh, "Whatever I was going to say, I seem to have magically forgotten." Ianto said a tad crossly. He looked curiously at Jack when he mostly rejected the idea of a copy Mr. Smith. Ianto let out a huff, it was what he'd expected - but he still wanted one. Tosh would have been over the moon at finding out about this super computer.

Ianto's head jerked back up in a flash as jack sighed and rubbed on his knee now. He blinked, and then bristled with annoyance. "I'm glad you think it's so sexy." He turned his head away, "Because I don't. I know we don't have a normal relationship." But a large part of me wishes we did, he finished in his head.

[jack]

Really, Jack tried to avoid death whenever he could. It just so happened that Death like stalking him and coming up at the most inopportune times. Wasn't his fault Rose had decided to come into his life and turn him immortal. Okay, so it wasn't really her fault, and if she hadn't, he'd be dalek dust up on Satellite 5. It was a good thing, really -- but that didn't stop Jack from bitching either.

"Yes, I made tea," Jack said with a sigh. "And don't look so put out either. You were asleep and I wanted to get some work done and I sure as hell wasn't going to wake you up just so I could have a cuppa. But hey, look at it this way. I only made myself tea and didn't touch your precious machine. I didn't fancy sleeping on the proverbial couch for deigning to touch the machine." He could see Ianto getting distracted in his thoughts, but Jack still felt the need to explain his actions where the mug and the tea were concerned.

Jack so loved baiting Ianto where his jealousy was concerned. In Ianto, Jack had found the rare partner who understood his need to flit around to any being with a pulse, but at the end of the day, Jack always returned to Ianto's bed.

Frowning at the way Ianto shifted his leg, Jack resolved to keep his hand there. Ianto had already locked the door so there was no real chance that anyone would barge in on them now. "Magically forgotten?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Since when do you forget, well, anything?" He sighed. "And I'm sorry about no supercomputer, but you know as well as I that it's not practical right now. As nice as it would be -- one power surge would kill it. We don't have the technology yet, nor has anything come through the Rift that would make it easy to use."

The frown in Jack's face continued to deepen as Jack picked up on Ianto's annoyance. "I do think it's sexy. It's rather nice knowing you'd come after me and want to stake a claim in me." Jack lifted his hand, trying to catch Ianto's face and turn it back towards himself. "No, we don't have a normal relationship. It's never seemed to bother you before. Why now?" Jack's thumb stroked Ianto's chin. "You know I care for you."