"Owen stay! Sit, stay, good doctor!" Ianto ordered as he climbed up the steps from the autopsy bay, balancing an ice pack on his wrist. He smiled up at Tosh, and gave an exaggerated eye roll, before heading over to her desk.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure he rests,” Jack said cheerfully, heading towards the bay. “Even if I have to break out the restraints." Jack threw an ace bandage toward Ianto, who ducked it neatly. It rolled near Tosh and she scooped it up.

After the captain disappeared, Ianto dragged Owen's chair over to Tosh's desk and collapsed into it with a heavy sigh. Tosh shared the sentiment. It wasn’t everyday you found your coworkers collapsed in a hallway. Even for Torchwood.

"How's Owen?" Tosh asked, gently pulling Ianto’s wrist into her lap and moving the pack. Ianto hissed as she began to wrap it.

"Minor Concussion. He’s insisting he's fine, and wants to get up. Keeps trying to pull rank.”

Owen had knocked his head against the floor when he had, passed out?, meditated?, fallen, and Jack had managed to land on Ianto’s wrist. Thankfully neither injury seemed too serious. Not nearly as serious as the fact that the three men had been unconscious, lost in some sort of dream world, according to Ianto.

She had sat him down as soon as she was sure they weren’t in any danger, and made him explain everything.

And what Ianto hadn’t told her, Jack had. A Boeian swamp Lion, of all things. Tosh shook her head. She should have known as much when Ianto had asked to borrow her book on animal guides. The Welshman obviously had had some suspicions, even if hadn’t been planning on sharing them.

“I thought I was just going crazy.” Ianto said suddenly.

“What?”

“You just said… oh. Never mind.” Ianto ducked his head with a flush of embarrassment. Tosh resisted the urge to comment on it. Ianto preferred to ignore the flashes of telepathy he seemed to have. She swiftly changed the subject.

"Ok so I was wrong. Meditation bad. Meditation very, very, very bad."

Ianto shot a guilty looks towards the autopsy bay and sighed. "I'm afraid I have to agree. Owen got hurt when we were sucked into that other place. He insists it's minor, but it wouldn't have happened if not for this whole meditation thing I’ve been pushing."

Tosh secured the bandage, and replaced the icepack, letting Ianto pull his hand back "I just don't know how something like that could keep happening.” She said. “I've never heard of anything like this happening to anyone. I've meditated since Uni, and it’s never been this… weird."

"I'm as lost as you are. It’s not exactly my area of expertise, but, well, it seemed to be helping. But if it's going to get Owen hurt... I can't let Owen get hurt. I'll just have to try to find something else." Ianto sighed, obviously not happy with the idea.

Tosh cut her eyes up to Jack as he walked up behind Ianto, frowning.

"Maybe not.” Jack said. "It...it's not that bad. It seems to be working for you, and I did promise you two weeks..."

Ianto looked up. "I thought you were watching Owen?"

"Distracted him with porn. He'll be fine. I checked, and double checked, and let him check the scans and it's a minor concussion. There's no major damage, he's going to be fine. Just needs a little rest and I'm keeping a ear on him."

Ianto shook his head. "It shouldn't have happened."

"I know. From now on we’ll just sit down before meditating."

"Jack!"

Jack crouched down next to Ianto's chair, taking his uninjured hand; a more serious one replaced his teasing smile. "Ianto, we promised to give this a try for you, and we're not going to back out now. I saw the way you acted in the woods. You were relaxed and happy. That's more than enough to convince me that we should keep working on this.”

Tosh turned back to her computer, tying to give the two men some privacy. She struggled to hide a smile.

“It is helping you.” Jack continued. “So we'll just keep trying and maybe it'll help us too. We just need to take a few steps for safety, like making sure we're sitting, and not trying it alone. And before you argue, Owen agreed."

Ianto opened his mouth, more than likely to argue anyway, but was cut off by Owen, shouting from the other room.

"JACK! Fucking let me up! Theses straps are not toys! I'm the doctor here, and I'm telling you to get your arse back down here and untie me!"

“Jack! You didn’t?”

Tosh snickered at Ianto’s scandalized tone.

"What? I figured the porn wouldn't keep him distracted forever. You said you wanted him to stay lying down..."

Ianto sighed, giving Jack a mock glare of disapproval, and standing up. "I'll go see to him. Maybe I can calm him down and convince him to rest for a bit.”

Jack watched Ianto go down into the autopsy bay, tilting his head to one side, obviously eavesdropping on the two men.

Tosh lowered her hand from her mouth and let out a small cooing noise. "Aw. You guys are just...adorable."

Jack grinned, using Tosh’s desk to lever himself up. "Yeah. We are, aren’t we?" He winked at her before following Ianto out of the room.