Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. Or anything contained within this story, except for the absolutely lovely diction. I don't even own the commas and apostrophes.

Ianto's stomach was not happy. He leaned over the toilet bowl, anticipating that the retching would begin any minute now. One date with Jack, and he was now about to miss work for the first day in, oh god, years. Since Canary Wharf, actually. And it was all Jack's fault.

"Ianto?" Jack knocked on the bathroom door. "We do have to go to work, you know."

"I think I have food poisoning." Ianto shouted back, grabbing the lid of the bowl as his stomach lurched upward in its first attempt to empty.

As the first bits of vomit burned up his throat, Ianto heard Jack come in behind him. Ignoring any desire to be polite, his stomach continued to systematically empty itself of its contents. As it finally stopped, he found Jack holding out a towel. He wiped his mouth and went over to the sink. "Thanks," He said softly before turning on the tap.

The water was a relief. First, he swished it around his mouth, trying to remove the taste of vomit. When he could bear to swallow the water, he did, hoping to sooth the raw heat.

"It's fine." Jack said. "I probably should have noticed nobody else ate there. Guess I'm immune to food poisoning, too."

"The sad thing is, I've been on worse dates." Ianto replied. "One girl just got up and walked out halfway through the movie. I even let her pick. Seriously, She said she needed to go to the bathroom, so I sat through this whole movie, which was some horribly overdone romance, waiting for her to get back."

"I think I can top that. John Hart kept trying to kill me."

"That's not so bad. At least he was honest about it."

"Sorry." Jack said, leaning against the counter. "I shouldn't have mentioned that. I forgot."

"Sometimes, I can forget, too." Ianto turned to face Jack as he shut the tap off. "Or at least, it isn't often at the top of my mind."

Jack was quiet, looking at Ianto. "I'm sorry." He repeated, "I'm so sorry."

"I guess I'm just moving on." Ianto smiled sadly.

"No more skeletons in the closet?"

"I don't think so. None so literal, at least."

"That's good." Jack planted a gentle kiss on Ianto's lips. "Really, I do have to get to the Hub. I presume you won't be at work today?"

"I'm afraid not. The food poisoning is quite unpleasant. Tomorrow I'll be in, if only so Owen can determine what it was I ate."

"Do you want me back here later?"

"If you bring some food that won't make me vomit, I'd love it."

"Okay. If you're lucky, I might even cook something."

"Captain Hart was probably right. You were the wife."

"But such a good wife."

"Who probably has to get to the Hub before Owen tries to feed the Pterodactyl." Ianto smiled, and leaned in to kiss him . A few moments passed, and Ianto pulled away. "Now get to work, save the world, and for heaven's sake, don't let Owen use the coffee machine."

Guess what? Reviewing is easy, and gives me a reason to bounce around like an idiot! So please review!