Ianto once again found himself waking in a pile of people, for the second day in a row. He didn't mind as much, this time, though that was mainly because he knew that it was coming. The three of them had set up a room down in the lower levels of the Hub for them to sleep in, considering that neither the sofa nor Jack's little hole in the ground ( Read more... )

Ianto sat at Jack's bedside, with a mobile in hand, much like he had earlier with his call to the Doctor. Only, instead of calling for help this time, he really just wanted to call to have someone to talk to. He was going to drive himself mad, just him and Jack's unconscious, trance-like form in the bed in front of him, with only his thoughts to ( Read more... )

Ianto sat at his desk in the tourist office, idly flipping through a magazine that he'd read about fifty times already that day. Needless to say, things were particularly slow. Gwen had been given the day off to go spend time with Rhys, and Jack was god knows where, so Ianto'd sent a quick phone call out to Sulu, to see if the man was interested in ( Read more... )