The hub was exceptionally quiet for almost eleven o'clock in the morning. The normal shouts of commands and the sound of people typing had been replaced with an almost morbid silence. The hub itself was a complete and utter mess. The desks were covered with mugs filled with cold coffee and bowls containing congealed substances that looked like they were about to grow legs. Papers were scattered everywhere, almost like a minute hurricane had whirled through the hub. The only evidence of life was one solitary figure. There among the disastrous chaos lay a man who could be classed as just above average height. He was lying on his stomach on a faded grey sofa that was hidden in a dark and empty corner of the hub. He was lying peacefully except for the occasional snore and grunt. It looked like he had passed out completely unconscious. There were remnants of horrific neon makeup on his face, including sparkly pink eyeshadow and vivid red lipstick. He was also missing his trousers that were lying on one of the chaotic desks. However his legs were not bare; instead he was wearing a pair of fishnet tights that had a large, ripped hole above the right knee. A greatcoat that looked like it was from the 1940's was draped across his chest, covering the stained blue shirt that he was wearing. To top it all off, on top of his head was a pair of sparkly pink party boppers that wouldn't look out of place at a Shayne Ward concert.

Five minutes passed and the figure showed no signs of moving, instead just grunting once and rolling over, causing the greatcoat to fall to the floor. This displayed the stained shirt he was wearing. The once pristine blue shirt was covered in what looked like smatterings of alcohol and ketchup as well as a large splodge of mud. It was at that moment that the sound of noise finally filled the hub. The silence was broken by the sound of chatter that echoed in from the corridor. The voices were muffled but almost certainly belonged to the members of the infamous Torchwood team. The large, imposing cog door opened and revealed the first member. Ianto was wearing his normal suit, however judging by the large bags under his eyes and the shadow of stubble that framed his jaw, he hadn't been sleeping a lot the previous night. On closer inspection it was clear that something was taking its toll on him. His normally perfect clothes were creased, showing evidence of a lack of ironing. His usual tie was missing and his shoes were scuffed and covered in dirt. His hair looked like it hadn't been near a brush in quite a while and there was an unpleasant odour that followed him. As he entered his eyes scanned across the mess and he showed no signs of seeing it, almost gazing straight through. Instead his eyes landed on the captain that was fast asleep on the sofa. His top lip curled in disgust and his gaze became one filled with something that could almost be classed as hate. He wrenched his gaze from Jack and stormed off in the direction of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. The sudden bang caused Jack to grunt and mumble something undistinguishable under his breath but he remained asleep.

"Ianto's no better then." Gwen clambered into the hub, noting the behaviour of her fellow colleague as he disappeared. She sighed and shook her head slightly causing tendrils of her dark brown hair to fall and frame her face. As she too took in the state of the hub, she groaned and muttered about the fact that something needed to be done and fast. She rolled her eyes at their boss and moved aside to let Tosh and Owen enter. She shrugged off her coat, displaying her casual outfit of faded jeans that were fraying at the bottoms and a dark blue shirt with rolled up sleeves. The dark colour however did nothing to hide the small bump that was her stomach.

"It's been two weeks and he's still just as depressed as he was then, maybe even more," Tosh sighed as she too took in the sight of a comatose Jack. "It's getting ridiculous, I mean look at this place." She gestured to the mess around the hub and groaned as she removed Jack's trousers from her desk. She kicked off her two year-old black converse and curled up in her seat, pressing the power button on her computer.

"Well what exactly are we meant to do about it?" The final member of the team, Owen, entered the hub and wandered over to Tosh, standing behind her and draping an arm around her shoulders. She took hold of his hand and leant back, giving him a small smile before looking at Gwen to continue their conversation. He sighed, registering that his girlfriend wasn't going to give him attention, and wandered down into the autopsy bay, placing the steaming mugs of Starbucks coffee on the side as he went. He shrugged off his old leather jacket and chucked it onto an old coat stand that had been left by the previous Torchwood medic. The bay was the only tidy place left in the hub, which was ironic judging, by Owen's track record. Everything was pristine and the surfaces almost sparkling. The tools were all in their correct drawers and it was almost like a completely different environment. However the sound of the girls talking was still audible.

"We've got to do something. I mean look at Jack, that's hardly healthy is it?"

"He was like this before Ianto, Gwen. I just thought that he wouldn't go back to it, not when he has Ianto to keep him entertained."

"I know. Ianto's no better though. This place is a tip and he hasn't made coffee since they broke up." Owen shook his head and headed back up the stairs, not bothering to pull his doctor's coat over his moss green shirt that he was wearing.

"Well have you got any suggestions?" The girls jumped at the sound of his voice, shocked by the fact that he was bothering to even discuss the situation between Jack and Ianto. He grabbed the tray of Starbucks and wandered over to the two women. He handed Tosh a hot chocolate and Gwen a decaff coffee. He had had to drag her away from her normal two coffees that she started the morning with when she had announced her pregnancy and she still wasn't happy about it. He flopped down into the seat in front of his desk, drinking a cup of fresh coffee. "Look the two are barely acknowledging each other, what can we do?"

"That's the problem though. Jack's going out drinking every night and coming back like that or even not at all, and Ianto's not bothering to take care of here or himself. Our last two missions have been disasters because those two aren't talking and are barely in a fit state to work. What do we do if something major happens? They're going to be completely useless and we can hardly do it alone." Tosh was met with silence as the two registered what she had said. It was at that moment though that two things happened. Firstly Ianto appeared from within the kitchen with a scowl on his face. And secondly Jack woke up.

There was a loud grunt and a crash followed by a shout of:

"Fuck." The four turned in the direction of the noise and saw their boss lying in a heap on the floor. He had fallen onto his greatcoat which had partially softened the blow, but he appeared to be in obvious pain judging by his groaning. He mumbled what sounded like a string of swear words and attempted to shove himself up. Gwen jumped up to help him but Tosh leaned over and grabbed her arm, gesturing for her to sit down. She did so and continued to watch Jack as he staggered to his feet, swaying slightly on the spot. He clutched his head in agony, appearing to be oblivious to the fact that he was wearing fishnets and makeup. After a few seconds of coming to terms with his situation, he turned and stared at his team who were looking at him in worry, amusement, pity and disgust.

"What you all looking at?" he slurred slightly, making it obvious that the effects of the alcohol hadn't quite worn off yet.

"What the hell did you do last night Jack?" Owen asked as he stared at the miserable state Jack was in.

"Fuck off Owen. I had a good time. You got a problem with that?" As he spoke his speech became more and more slurred and his gaze was unfocused.

"We do when it has an affect on our own work," Gwen said. "Look all we're asking is that you sort yourself out. Stop the drinking and talk to Ianto." She turned to Ianto was loitering at the back of the group and stood up to confront him. "Ianto you can't tell me you don't want Jack back…"

"I don't," he spat. The words coming from his mouth didn't match his eyes however. His eyes were filled with want and sorrow, hardly matching the disgust on his face and the tone of his voice. His glare was hard but the emotion behind them was evident. Jack stared hard at Gwen who was still standing up and trying to look confident.

"Well tell him that I don't want him back either, I'm better without him. Jack Harkness doesn't need or want to be tied down, especially to a guy who is ridiculously dull." With that he turned and stormed in the direction of his personal living quarters, shrugging his coat on to hide his state. Ianto looked broken for a second before his original expression of disgust returned. He didn't acknowledge the group, instead turning and walking up the corridor towards the tourist shop and outside world.

"Well that went exceptionally well didn't it," said Owen.

Two hours passed and the hub had resumed its normal level of activity. Gwen was sat at her desk chatting to Rhys about the scan that she had that afternoon. She was talking in an over excited tone, reflecting the ecstatic mood that she was in and the excitement she felt over her pregnancy. It had been one month since she had broken the news to the team. She'd invited the four of them out for dinner with her and Rhys to tell them:

"Alright guys can we have your attention?" Gwen smiled at the group of her friends who were wrapped up in their own worlds. Jack was leaning against Ianto and whispering in his ear while his hand crept up his leg. Ianto had a faint blush on his cheeks but there was a smile on his face. The two looked like they were trying to figure out exactly when they could escape the restaurant and find somewhere private. Of course knowing Jack he was suggesting that they do it in the bathroom. On the other side of the table were Tosh and Owen who were arguing quietly about a piece of alien tech that they had found yesterday. They were talking in hushed tones but the anger was evident in their voices as they argued frantically about who was right. However the two were leant close to each other and there were light smiles on their faces showing that they weren't entirely serious.

"Oi! Listen up!" Rhys banged on the table causing the four to stop talking. They all turned to Gwen who smiled pleasantly at them. "Thank you," Rhys said as he stood up, wrapping an arm around his wife's waist.

"Okay there is obviously a reason that we invited you all here tonight. We've got some news." There was a silence as Gwen and Rhys stopped talking, waiting for the right moment to tell everyone.

"Well get on with it," Owen muttered. Tosh kicked him under the table and he glared at her.

"We're having a baby."

There had been lots of hugs and smiles with both Tosh and Ianto being especially happy for her. Owen had joked with her about the changes that would happen, mainly the fact she'd get fat, but there had been a serious and caring tone underneath it all. That had been shown more recently with him banning her from having caffeine. Jack had also congratulated the two but there had been a slightly uncomfortable air there, just as there had been when he'd found out she was engaged. Of course the break up with Ianto had pushed any uncomfort away as he became distracted and lost himself in drink.

Tosh was sat her computer, glasses on and entirely focused in her task of cracking some alien code that she'd been given. She had her earphones in and had thus blocked out the noise in the hub. She was singing faintly under her breath and it sounded like she was singing 'Wild Horses' by Natasha Bedingfield. She stopped for a second to pull on her old hooded jumper before turning back to her work. She continued seamlessly, not even stopping as she drunk the coffee that Owen had grabbed from Starbucks twenty minutes ago. She only stopped though when her mobile phone rang, the original ring tone echoing through the hub. She sighed, stopping what she was doing and yanking out her headphones. Gwen shot her a smile as she grabbed the phone.

"Hello? Obachan…" The conversation descended into Japanese meaning that neither Gwen nor Owen could understand what was being said.

Owen appeared from within the bay, carrying two test tubes that looked like they contained something that looked distinctly like blood.

"Who is it?" he asked, looking at Gwen who had just ended her conversation with Rhys. She shrugged and the two watched Tosh who was talking in what sounded like a mix of Japanese and English.

"No! You don't…" Tosh let out a frustrated cry of anger and the sound of shouting came down the phone.

Two or three minutes passed before Tosh hung up the phone. She slammed it down on the desk and swore loudly. She threw herself down in her seat and kicked the desk. Owen sighed and went and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

"What is it?"

"My grandma's decided that she and some of the family want to come for Christmas."

"What's wrong with that?" Gwen asked in an innocent tone.

"They hardly ever come to visit me and there's only one reason they're coming this time and that's to size up him." She looked back at Owen and sighed.

"Me?"

"Yep. Bearing in mind you've spoken to my grandma once and that was nearly a year ago and hardly went well…well I don't think they're overly impressed with you. Oh god." She groaned and let her head fall forward and bang on the table.

"It can't be that bad," Gwen said trying to be sympathetic. Tosh's head shot back up and she stared at Gwen aghast.

"Can't be that bad? My gran's been trying to get me to date someone for the past three years and then they guy I picked bloody well tells her we're in bed together when she calls. I mean I'm dating Owen! How well do you think he's going to go down with my family?"

"Hey!"

"She's right Owen," Gwen said. "You and her family aren't exactly going to get on great are you?" Tosh let out another groan before shoving her chair back, hitting Owen in the legs, and standing up.

"Where are you going?" he asked as he rubbed his jean-clad legs in pain.

"Going to check when flights from Japan are and to find hotels. It's the 17th now and they want to get here on the 20th. So that means I have to book flights, find hotels, try and wangle time off work from our currently drunk boss. Oh and come up with something that will convince them that you are actually a decent boyfriend."

"You've been dating me for very nearly a year, isn't that enough?" She simply glared at him before grabbing her coat and walking out of the hub. Owen sighed and raced down the stairs to grab his leather jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"I've got to go talk to Tosh. I might as well help her get the arrangements done."

"I've got to go for my scan though."

"Well Ianto and Tosh have gone and Jack's too hungover to even notice. Come on." He held out a hand to her and she reluctantly stood up and took it, grabbing her coat on the way. The two of them walked out, leaving the hub deserted except for Jack who was fast asleep in his office in attempt to sleep off his hangover.

Fate's P.O.V

Okay so it didn't quite go right. Well I gave them the push and they did all end up happy. Now though Jack and Ianto have split up and are depressed; Tosh's family want to meet Owen which will be a disaster. Gwen's the only happy one. Bollocks.

A/N: The sequel to Snowed In is here :D As you can see, it's not all happily ever after. In the next couple of chapters you will find out why Jack and Ianto have split up.

Please review and tell me what you thought 

Oh and obachan grandma