Tosh frowned as she came into the hub. It was dark and quiet, except for Myfanwy chattering loudly in her artificial cave. The tourist’s office had been even emptier. Ianto was always up top to greet her, and Jack, and lately Owen, were always lazing about the hub somewhere, even this early in the morning.

"Jack? Ianto? Owen? Anyone?" She called into the air, then tapped her comm., and repeated their names. No answer.

Tosh checked the computer again. No sign of rift activity, no breaches in security. She checked the CCTV footage and found no sign of any of them in the hub since last night. A quick glance at the coffee pot showed it gleaming and unused.

She tapped her fingers on the desk chewing on her lip. They'd been a bit behind schedule yesterday...maybe they were still asleep?

Tosh entered Jack's office and nervously knelt down next to the hatch. She'd never been in the room before, hadn’t even really tried to look. But that’s where they had been staying. Even Ianto, though he refused to admit. When the subject came up he would just develop a coughing fit and excuse himself from the conversation.

She braced herself a pulled the heavy hatch open slowly, peering in.

It was less spacious than she had thought, a large mattress taking up nearly all of the space. Jack was sitting at the edge of the bed, one leg thrown across the mattress like a gate, guarding the two other men. Ianto was curled around Owen, fingers clutching his shirt, as he slept and Owen was idly running a hand over Ianto’s side, completely focused on the other man. They all looked ragged, like they hadn’t slept in a week, or in Ianto’s case a month.

Owen, glanced up briefly, but ignored the opening door. Jack's head jerked up and he put a warning finger to his lips, telling Tosh to stay quiet, before exchanging a look with Owen and silently climbing up the ladder. Owen shifted, sitting up a little straighter, and pulling up his leg to better shield Ianto from the hatch.

"Jack? What's going on? Is Ianto's sick?" Tosh questioned, quietly, as Jack positioned himself between her and the opened door.

"He’s good. Something happened last night. Ianto had a... episode, and the three of us are taking the day off. Not leaving the room unless the world's ending." He winced and rubbed his ear, as the pterodactyl shrieked. "Crap forgot about Myfanwy and the weevils..."

"Don't worry I'll get them. Is Ianto going to be okay?"

Jack nodded, unconsciously edging back towards the room beneath them. "We think so, but we just really need some alone time."

Tosh crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't give me that. What happened? Did he have another zone? Something else? What? Ianto's my friend, I want to know what's going on with him."

"I don't even know where to start.”

“The beginning?” Tosh suggested with a quirk of eyebrow.

Jack sighed and rubbed his face. “Okay. So we were working on or senses, Owen was getting a migraine, then we were started on Ianto's shields, he puffer fished us-"

"Wait. What?"

"Oh um, well we kind of over whelmed him, and he lashed out at us. Like how a puffer fish blows up if you poke it? Only…he lashed out with his mind, knocked all three of us flat on our backs. Owen got a nosebleed. Crap that reminds me we should scan him later too... for your own health, try to avoid throwing a lot of emotions at Ianto. The whole puffer fish thing hurts like a bitch."

Tosh stared.

Jack seemed to realize he had gotten off topic and shook his head tiredly. "Then while he was meditating, Owen and I were…” he paused trying to think of a good word.

Tosh tried to fight back a grin, despite herself.

Jack gave her a slight smirk in return. “Yeah. Then suddenly his heart rate shoots though the roof and he’s hyperventilating. His eyes are open and blank, and he's...gone. We tried to wake him up. We talked to him, we begged, we pleaded, we threatened the coffee pot. Nothing worked, and Owen was sure he was going to give himself a heart attack.”

He stopped, glancing down into his room. He had situated himself, unconsciously Tosh supposed, so that she couldn’t look in. After a minute he looked up again.

“Then suddenly we were... sucked into his meditation and...okay I can't even say what the hell happened in there, but we figured out what to do, came back, and managed to wake Ianto up.”

“But he’s okay. He’s not…?” Tosh insisted.

“Just sleeping.”

“What about you?”

“We're exhausted,” Jack admitted. “He really scared the shit out of both us this time and we've been up all night, just watching him, and- and petting him.” Jack flashed her a guilty grin. “Is that enough information for now?"

"For now.” Tosh gave Jack a small supportive smile. “You get back down there then. Do you want me to order breakfast?”

"Yeah thanks that'd be great. You're a lifesaver Tosh. Don't know what we'd do without you."

Tosh grinned. "Oh I don't know, cry like little girls when you can't fix the computers? Drag your butts out of bed to get your own food? Go on. Go take care of Ianto. Gwen and I will handle things, and call you if anything huge and world ending comes up."

Jack laughed softly. “Thank you. Really.”

He descended the ladder again, and Tosh stepped forward to close the door after him, watching as Jack crawled up the bed. He spoke to Owen briefly, and curled up beside the two men. Owen glanced up with a look of thanks, mixed with something else, maybe acceptance? Tosh smiled and closed the door the rest of the way.

She couldn't quiet wrap her head around their relationship, but the three of them seemed happy together, and they were doing an amazing job at keeping each other sane. She left the office quietly, already creating a list of things that needed to be done.

Myfanwy first. She needed to be fed before she tore into the coffee beans again. The weevils were probably staging a riot, good thing she wasn’t squeamish around meat any longer. She wasn’t really sure how Ianto managed, though she suspected he did the job purely to have something to guilt Jack with when he wanted something.

Breakfast for the team last, and Ianto had instructions for the coffee maker taped to the wall behind the cart.

Of course, Gwen would have to be warned away from the office too, before she came in. Lots to do.

Tosh smiled as she made her way to the upper reaches of the hub where the pterodactyl’s food was kept. She had a feeling that everything would be okay.