Ianto was quietly handing out the coffees as the team continued their ranting. The morning meeting was bleeding into the usual arguments quickly.

Another weekend with no sign of down time had started to fray the last remaining nerves and everyone blamed the one person who always seemed to come up in front of impending doom. Jack!

Owen has finished his posturing and sat back to enjoy Tosh's rare display of temper. His gaze wandered to Ianto as the voices washed over them. Ianto lent forward to place the cup of tea in front of Tosh and froze for a moment before placing the cup and saucer in front of her.

Yeah, tea-boy also looked like death warmed up even though he knew he was sneaking off for cat naps in the archives. Yeah, he caught him yesterday in deep sleep. Alright to be the bloody teacher's pet eh?

Owen then noticed something he hadn't before. Jack was also watching Ianto's hands. Not that it was unusual for Jack to watch tea-boy but seriously, he seemed to be watching intently. For what?

There! Ianto froze again, then went to pick up the last cup on the tray and missed. His hand closed over air and his eyes flicked to Jack who frowned back. Then Jack's eyes refocused on Owen and his face changed.

Owen knew that look. The "don't say anything" look. What the hell?

Ianto went to leave the room with the tray tucked under his arm and stopped again before stepping to the left. Yep, he had been about to walk into the doorframe. Why take a step and not just adjust his … oh shit.

Owen was out of his seat before Jack had a chance to interrupt the loud posturing of Gwen than had distracted him from the stepping.

"Ianto, Oi!" Owen called out as Ianto turned at the base of the steps.

Ianto turned and grabbed the banister as he did. Ok. Balance problems?

"Med-bay! Now!" Owen hoped Ianto was act as he always did with a direct order.

Ianto's soft sigh told him he was right.

Gwen's protests petered out as she followed Jack out onto the catwalk.

"Shirt off, on the gurney. Come on, you know the drill!" Owen folded his arms in his hero pose.

Jack had reached the top of the walkway and looked down in time to see what was unfolding and called out to Owen to hold fire.

"Why? Wanna tell me something about tea-boy?" Owen frowned as Ianto froze.

"Ianto, go clean the conference room please sweetie" Jack said softly.

Ianto started to re-button his shirt and Jack waited for him to gain the top step before reaching out and re-buttoned the shirt correctly. With a soft kiss to his check Jack pushed Ianto away.

"Conference room love" he said again.

Ianto nodded and wandered off as if nothing had happened.

"Jack?" Owen was worried now. A public display of affection and terms of endearment in front of them without complaint as well as an obvious motor skill deficiency …

"You've not noticed have you. Not since the sea whale." Jack sighed and rubbed his face.

"What? That was weeks ago. Last bloody down day was …"

"Ianto had a stroke that night Owen" Jack said quietly.

"What!" Owen bellowed.

"Calm down!" Jack hissed.

"Talk! Now goddamn it!" Owen replied sitting down with a thud.

"After the whole thing was over we returned to the hub. Ianto was still a bit jumpy and I wanted to calm him down. The coffee machine usually does it so I was in my office trying to start the report and Yan was in the kitchen. After a while I noticed he wasn't making any noise so I went to find my coffee." Jack stopped and thought for a moment.

Owen had never seen Jack so unsure of himself. After a moment he restarted.

"He was just standing there. Locking in top of the coffee grinder, then un-locking it again. When I asked what he was doing he told me the stars were too bright to see. I laughed at him then saw he was serious. I did a check and one of his hands couldn't form a fist." Jack's voice broke in the last word and he took another deep breath.

"So you didn't say anything?" Owen asked with horror.

"I took him to A&E and they took him in for tests. He was diagnosed with a mild stroke and he refused to stay in. You know he hates hospitals." Jack shrugged. "Next day was a down day after the mission and when you all came back and he was OK."

"OK? Fuck Jack, he should have been resting, should probably still be resting" Owen snorted.

"You try telling him that. Look, he doesn't want a fuss and with that display from Gwen he thought it best just to try and move forward."

"Jack, a mild stroke is sometimes a pre-cursor to a major one. Shit!" Owen moved from the med-bay and found Ianto standing at the top waiting.

"Told him?" he said softly to Jack.

The girls were still talking as they walked over to join the men and came a stop by Owen.

"Told him what?" Gwen demanded.

Ianto frowned at her and shook his head.

"Told him what Jack?" Gwen repeated ignoring Ianto.

"Nothing that concerns you!" Jack snarled as Ianto turned to leave.

Ianto stumbled and Owen got to him before Jack.

"Steady on mate, let's sit down for a minute." Owen said softly.

"Fuck off!" Ianto snarled, pulling his arm from Owen's grip and slamming back into Jack who caught him.

"Ianto!" Tosh gasped in shock at the uncommon outburst.

"Steady on yourself Owen!" Jack bellowed, lifting Ianto as if he were a child and swinging him behind him.

"Do we have a problem here Owen?" Jack growled with one hand still reaching back to contain Ianto.

"Fucker touched me!" Ianto roared, trying to reach around Jack to grab Owen who gave a squeak of surprise and jumped back slamming in to Gwen.

"Ianto? What's wrong Pet?" she frowned trying to understand the weird scene and unfamiliar vulgarity from polite Ianto.

"Owen touched me the fucking …" Jack's hand was now over his mouth as his stare of death was drilling into Owen's shocked face.

"Er, Ianto's a bit over-tired girls. There was a late night …" Owen started but Tosh interrupted.

"No there wasn't. Nothing logged and nothing …"

"We did a side job for UNIT, not logged because it was off the books" Jack answered removing the hand from Ianto's mouth.

"But Flash, he fucking …"Ianto stopped and froze then gave a snort before moving toward to kitchen.

"Conference room. Sir?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Um, no thanks sweetie. I think we all have reports to write and we'll have our meeting later." Jack smiled softly.

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So…..what do you think?

Come on, I've done Groundhog Day with you but this is different….this is YOUR fic. Tell me what you think is happening, what might happen?