Feb. 15th, 2011

torchwoodteaboy: (ianto jack coffee)
The Plass was quiet that afternoon. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that up until recently, work crews had been hanging about. In the middle of it, there was a large construction area, complete with tape and tarp up, covering up the fact that there was a large, gaping crater in the center of it. The public had been told that there had been a terrorist attack, but Torchwood knew better. They'd been there for the explosion, and Jack...well. He'd been the center of it.

Speaking of Jack, Jack and Ianto were currently sitting in the tourist office (one of the only parts of the Hub that'd managed to survive mostly intact) amidst boxes of artifacts that they'd managed to scavenge from the wreckage of the Hub so far, each with their own respective cups of coffee. Both of them were having a bit of a late start to things, Sulu having only left a little while ago, and Jack having only really just gotten back from the Enterprise and his night there with Scotty. They were both quiet, sipping their coffee and thinking to themselves.

A lot had happened in the day before. Owen's birthday, their own respective romantic nights out... Ianto didn't really know how to breach the subject of his talk with Owen to Jack, and Jack obviously didn't want to talk about it, so. There they sat, talking about little things, but nothing that really mattered. Until there came an alert up on the computer screen, motion detected outside the tourist office. Someone was out there on the boardwalk. Ianto looked to Jack, raising an eyebrow. They weren't expecting anyone. ...were they?