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Log with Ianto & Jack: Man! I Feel Like a Woman!

There were three things Sulu always expected when he woke up: some kind of alarm, his regulation sized bed and his regulation sheets. In his line of work, those were the only safe assumptions; for all anyone knew, they could be waking up to their timer alarms or the red alert alarms, or they could wake up on the floor after an attack - but they would always wake up near it.

Being that he was not really a morning person, it took Sulu a groggy minute of groaning and half-hearted stretching to realize that his three safety blankets? They weren't there. Instead, his bed felt - bigger, really, and... manlier. Really manly. Which felt weirder than the softer sheets, the metal bracelet around his wrist and the fact that he had hair in his eyes.

...Hair in his eyes.

Oh, Jesus. He knew what that meant -

Sulu snapped to attention and sat up, only to realize that he was now straddling someone, he was a girl, and he was in his boxers. And that was it. Part of him realized he was on top of Ianto, but the rest of him then followed suit and noticed that his free hand was on Jack's chest, and this was way out of his comfort zone.

Being that he was terrible at this whole "suddenly a girl thing," Sulu could only do one thing in that moment: he shrieked and tried to fling himself off the bed, despite the fact that he was handcuffed to Ianto. "SHIT!"

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Ianto was endeared by the smile. He wasn't sure that everything would work out and be okay, but he was willing to try and believe so, thanks to the smile he was getting from Sulu. "Yeah, alright," he said, going back to making the coffee, soon having a mug ready for Jack as well. He handed it over and Jack took it gratefully, though he waited to drink it. For one, it was really too hot, fresh out of the machine, and for another, it was only polite to wait for Ianto, considering he hadn't gotten his own coffee yet.

"If..." Ianto said, "if you'd like any food or anything, we could make something quickly, I suppose." He thought about it. "I'm afraid the only thing I've got in is bread for toast, but that's something at least. Anything more elaborate and Jack here might start chomping at the bit."

Jack shrugged, going serious for a moment. "We've got no idea what's going on out there, Ianto. There's nothing obvious on the horizon, but then none of it ever is obvious before it hits. That's why we monitor, try to catch things before they happen, get too out of control for us to handle." That was the idea, anyway. It was hard, with their organization stripped down to three. They really needed to start hiring more, but... Jack was reluctant to hire anyone else to watch get killed working for him. He'd even had moments where he contemplated Retconning both Gwen and Ianto into a time when they didn't know Torchwood, but not only was that dangerous in Ianto's case, it was also impractical. However much he wanted to spare them, he needed people there working for Torchwood. And more importantly, he needed them to be Ianto and Gwen, because despite how much he tried not to get attached, he'd come to love both of them, in their own way.

Sulu was certain that everything would work out, unlike Ianto. He was too optimistic not to. The worst they'd have to deal with would be a few awkward moments, for however long this silly virus lasted. (Unless they did need to deal with some kind of alien threat. Then, Sulu imagined that things wouldn't be so easy to deal with.)

"Whatever happens," he said, "It's not like you can't deal with it - or that I can't deal with it, or Jack." And maybe that meant more than he really meant it to, thinking it over, especially adding Jack's name like that. But it was true; whatever happened, now or later, they were all smart enough to not let it affect them. If it even affected them.

"Have a little faith in us, Ianto," Jack said, with a smile. He saw where Sulu was going with that statement, and figured that he should go along with it. He raised his coffee mug to his lips and drank down the liquid. It was still a little too hot for normal people to drink, but Jack healed fast, and he wanted to get out the door. He didn't like this whole not knowing what was going on at the Hub thing. "Tell you what. I'm good as it is. I'll go get the car started, or whatever. You can bring your coffee along, can't you?" He grinned. "I promise to avoid all bumps and potholes that I find along the way."

Ianto sighed, finishing brewing his cup of coffee. He obviously wasn't going to get his quiet moment to sit and relax and enjoy his coffee this morning, so. "We might as well all just head out now. I..." he sighed again. "I just have to pick up a sheet from the linen closet upstairs, and then we can go."

"You know, Ianto," Jack said, sucking down more of his coffee as fast as he could (which Ianto could never understand how he could do), "you're fine without it. Really. We'll only be outside for the trip from your house to your car. Seems a lot of trouble to go through just for that, y'know?" Jack was as much interested in whether Sulu would back him up on this as he was in Ianto's reaction. Because while they'd been upstairs, Ianto...seemed to have relaxed a little bit. Which was definitely intriguing.

Sulu didn't want to accidentally offend Ianto, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to drink the coffee before they got in the car, and unless he had travel mugs, it'd be asking for trouble. He took a sip despite how hot it still was, and despite the fact it didn't have any cream in it. It didn't matter - at this point, caffeine was caffeine.

He could understand why Ianto didn't want to leave without a shirt, he really could - especially with an Asian woman handcuffed to him - but at the same time, it really did seem pointless. Like Jack had pointed out, they'd only be outside for a few moments before climbing into the car, anyway. He briefly put his cuffed hand over Ianto's to catch his attention before agreeing with Jack (possibly at no surprise to either of them). "He's right, you know. I do understand why you might want to cover up, but you really shouldn't need to."

Ianto looked between the two of them, drinking their coffee down before they really should have, Sulu even before he'd put any cream or anything in it Ianto hadn't been awake enough to remember about that, or at least not present enough to think about the way the other took his coffee, which really said something about the current state of things. He certainly would've used travel mugs, had he any, but he had a coffee machine at the Hub and wasn't normally running out the door between here and there with coffee, so he hadn't ever really had the need, until that moment. The other two were being forced to make sacrifices they might not have normally chosen. Ianto...decided to do the same.

He sighed. "Yeah, fine. Alright. I'll...I'll manage." It really shouldn't have been a problem for him at all, anyway. If Sulu could go outside in a different gender and not worry too much, Ianto supposed he could go out without a shirt. "I...I'm sorry about the coffee, too," Ianto apologized to Sulu. Jack, he didn't really care whether he burned himself or anything, Jack was always drinking his coffee too fast, but Sulu... "I...haven't any cream, I don't think, nor any appropriate traveling mugs or anything like that. I." He blushed, again. "I don't usually have anyone over to have to need either of them." Next time, he'd be more prepared, he thought. And blushed again, because that was assuming that there would be another morning with Sulu at his flat, and he wasn't sure he should really continue along that thought process any longer.

Sulu blinked, having not really even considered it a problem. Taste wasn't what he cared about, at the moment - it was the caffeine he needed, after all. He smiled reassuringly and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, seriously. I can drink anything when I first wake up, sweet or bitter. Besides, your coffee is good on its own." He took another sip to prove his point.

And, really - good coffee, nice looking jeans... this morning could have been pretty great, if only he weren't a woman. He had to wonder if he'd get another shot at this whole situation - preferably without the handcuffs that couldn't be unlocked and the mixed up chromosomes. He knew he wouldn't be opposed to it - but. It'd be... The situation would have to be a little different, to get him to this point. The community wouldn't just drop him off in his sleep. It'd probably be one of the things Sulu and Ianto would have to talk about...

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, since they were sort of useless at the moment, looking up at Jack with a smile. "So, does this mean I get to experience your driving? Since," he lifted the hand attached to Ianto's, "I kind of have Ianto tied up, here."

It hadn't occured to Jack, but once Sulu'd mentioned it, a very wide grin spread across Jack's face. "Oh yeah," Jack said, practically rocking on his heels, the effect a little different thanks to the Starfleet captain's uniform that he was wearing, rather than his normal blue shirt and braces. "It does, doesn't it?" He drank down a good portion of the rest of his coffee, practically bouncing at the thought. "Ianto, you wouldn't mind if we took the long way to work, would you?" He said it like he cared very little about what Ianto's response was going to be, he was going to do it anyway.

Ianto cradled his mug to his face as best he could, with only one hand, and looked at Jack. He knew it was hopeless, a lost cause to try and convince Jack that that might be a bad idea. "Jack... You know you're going to be driving my car, right? Not the SUV. No sirens to work with. If you're being too reckless, we are going to be pulled over."

Jack shrugs. "Relax. All I have to say is," he puts on his official voice, "Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood, authorization code: 474317," before speaking normally again, "and then make up some excuse about why we were joyriding through the center of Cardiff. Easy. I'm good at coming up with things on the spot, I've been doing it for years." And years, and years. Before Torchwood, he'd been a conman, and it was hard to be a conman if you weren't quick on your feet when it came to making up stories. Not that he lied to his friends, not often at least. He needed someone to be honest to, to make him feel more like a real person and not a fixed point in space and time. Even if even to Ianto, the person who knew the most about him, he was never completely honest. "Come on then, boys, drink up, and let's get this show on the road!"

Ianto rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. He had a feeling that he was the only one who wasn't going to enjoy Jack's joyriding around the city. He thanked every deity he could think of that he wasn't the one who'd been changed into a woman, because really, womanly shrieking was really quite unbecoming. At least with his Y chromosome intact, he could keep it all inside his head.

Sulu wasn't sure if he should be afraid of that wide grin or not. His excitement was commendable, too, and a little surprising - wasn't he used to driving? Maybe it was just because Ianto had a different sort of car from the SUV. He gave Ianto an apologetic look - possibly, he shouldn't have said anything - but it was too late to take it back, so he just shrugged and took a final gulp of his coffee. He didn't drain it (no matter what he said, he couldn't handle the taste that well), but he had a feeling it'd be better not to drink too much before getting into a car with Jack behind the wheel.

"Are you going to at least try not to kill us? Because I have a lot of things I still need to do." Like get his situation sorted out with the Enterprise. How could he hide where he was for this entire virus?

Driving Ianto's car was different from driving the SUV. Sure, the SUV might've had the lights and the technology, but Ianto's car is a sedan, which means it can definitely fit through tighter spaces and is easier to control than the SUV will ever be. More importantly, Ianto didn't usually let him drive it, seeing as how it was Ianto's car, and all. That, and the last time he'd trusted Jack with his car, he'd had to have it reupholstered, because no matter what he tried, he couldn't get the smell of gas fumes out, nor could he shake the knowledge that Jack and John had died in the car, and that Jack had let it happen. So. Jack wasn't allowed to go near it, usually. Except for now.

"I'll try to keep a handle on things," Jack said, with a grin and a shrug. "I mean. I may come out of it all fine, but I'll have a hell of a time coming up with a new teaboy who's quite as great as our Mr. Jones right here, so. I guess I'll have to keep it in control, now won't I. Gwen'd never forgive me."

Ianto sipped his coffee, hoping to draw strength from it. He'd made his cup extra strong, because he knew he was going to need it, both for the situation and general, and for the oncoming car trip to the Hub. He didn't miss the apologetic look from Sulu, but he knew that the other man would probably enjoy it. He only hoped that Sulu was prepared to deal with being attached to him as he silently freaked out about Jack's driving, like he usually did. Maybe the white knuckles and clenched jaw would go unnoticed, though, who knew.

"Are we ready to go, then?" Jack asked, putting his mug in the sink for Ianto to deal with later. Ianto didn't mind. At least he'd put it in the sink, instead of left it somewhere annoying like he sometimes did. Ianto took a long drink of his coffee, finishing it while it was too hot, but the burning helped him focus. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," he answered, moving to put his mug in the sink as well. Jack grinned and all but bounced out the kitchen, grabbing the keys on the way out the front door. Ianto sighed again. What a day this was turning out to be.

"Thank God I can rely on Ianto to be my buffer between your driving and certain death," Sulu laughed. He toyed with his mug of coffee for a moment, contemplating maybe one more sip, but he finally slid it along the counter top, as close to the sink as he could without twisting around Ianto. Even though Jack was on his way out, it still seemed like it might be awkward to wrap himself up in Ianto while the other was around. Baby steps, he supposed.

When Jack had officially stepped outside, Ianto had sighed. He looked up at Ianto, touching his hand again to get his attention, and said, "I'm sorry this is happening like it is. Are you okay?" Because, while Sulu was a woman, it was Ianto who had to deal with being stuck with him, and being stuck with Jack at the same time. It was already pretty clear that, given the chance, Sulu and Jack would very easily gang up on Ianto, and while that was a pleasant surprise for Sulu, he knew it might not be so pleasant for Ianto.

Ianto started a little bit at the touch to his hand, lost in his thoughts of how exactly everything was going to work that day, what with being tied to Sulu and stuck with Jack. He wasn't used to quite so much contact. He could usually disappear into the recesses of the Hub for a few hours by himself, if he needed to have a moment, but. He supposed there would be no moments to himself while this was going on. Not while the other two were awake, at least. He tried to cover up the fact that Sulu had startled him out of his thought process, but he still turned his head to look at the other a bit faster than would really be considered normal.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm..." Ianto smiled slightly, trying to brush it all off, trying to not be affected by all of this, because really, he felt like he shouldn't be. He really shouldn't be fixated on the thought that it was Sulu attached to him, that he woke up with him and was probably going to have to go to sleep with him that night, that he was going to have to spend the entire day with him, and yet he, Ianto, who loved his solitude, really didn't mind so much at all. In some dark recess of his mind, he might actually enjoy all of this. "I'm alright," he said, finally. "C'mon." He cocked his head towards the door. "The sooner we get out there, the sooner we'll be done with this bloody car trip." He turned and started leading Sulu out, grabbing his house keys on the way out, taking a breath before stepping outside, hoping none of his neighbors were out at that hour to see him exiting the house with no shirt, handcuffed to an unknown woman, with another man waiting for them in the car.

Jack smiled at them from behind the wheel, hitting the button to unlock all the doors. "Hop on in," he said, though it sounded more like a command to Ianto.

Sulu could tell that Ianto was saying he was fine mostly to move things along, rather than because he actually felt alright. "You're right," Sulu agreed with a half-smile, following Ianto out. He did his best to keep to Ianto's side, so that anyone looking from either side wouldn't notice the handcuffs - but there wasn't anything to do in case someone looked right at them, unfortunately. It wouldn't do much, either, to hide the fact that Ianto was shirtless.

He took some initiative by maneuvering to open the door, before pausing for a moment. "How do you want to do this? Where should you sit?" he asked Ianto.

Ianto shrugged. "I suppose it depends on whether you'd rather your vantage point be from the front or the back seat of the car. I mean, it'd be easy for the two of us to fit in the back, side-by-side, but. It certainly won't be as exciting for you, not seeing where Jack's going." Because Jack was going to drive like a maniac. He could see it in the man's eyes, especially because Sulu had seemed excited to be able to experience it at least once.

"It doesn't matter to me, one way or the other. If you'd rather sit front, that's fine with me. It'll take some maneuvering, but I'll be fine in the back on my own," he lied. Okay, well. Not lied, exactly. If Sulu were in the back, he'd probably end up clinging to him if Jack got particularly adventurous, whereas...he'd probably end up with a death grip on the stead or the door or something, if he were to sit alone. He sure as hell wasn't going to give Sulu that information aloud, though, so. They were all adults here, and one little car ride alone in the back wasn't going to kill him. Hopefully.

Sulu shook his head and grabbed Ianto's wrist, pulling him gently to the back door. "It'd be too difficult to figure out how we'd sit, if I were in the front. Besides, I don't need to see out the windshield to know that we're centimeters from death at any given moment." He also was aware that Ianto had had a bad experience with a car before, and that he wasn't entirely comfortable with driving, so he didn't want to leave him alone in the back seat.

Besides, he liked the idea of sitting in back with Ianto. Jack would be driving, so it was likely that Ianto would be more capable of holding a conversation than the other man, and... well, he just figured he might as well use this time to his advantage.

Ianto let himself be pulled to the backseat and into the car next to Sulu. He had to admit, the upholstery of his car felt rather strange on his bare skin. He really wasn't used to this whole shirtless thing. Ianto wasn't sure if Sulu remembered that he had trouble with cars sometimes, or whether he had just chosen in favor of what Ianto would want, but he was happy that Sulu was in the back with him. Ianto really was wary of car rides. He had a scar on his lower back, just millimeters shy of his spine, from a stray shard of slate that he'd landed on wrong, after throwing himself from a car that very shortly after that ended up being a rather large fireball at the bottom of the cliff, so. Ianto really wouldn't ever be able to relax around these sorts of things again, and was grateful that, though he might not freak out very visibly, Sulu would at least be there as a physically comforting presence.

"You know, the centimeters from death at any given moment comment really isn't helping my nerves much," Ianto said, situating himself and buckling his seatbelt (another object that he'd definitely not encountered shirtless, before, and felt rather odd, all things considered.

"C'mon, Ianto," Jack said, pulling out onto the street and turning in the complete opposite direction of the Hub, "have I ever crashed a single vehicle that I was driving?"

Ianto looked at him. "You're not helping, either. You know, does the saying 'there's a first time for everything' mean anything to you?"

"Sorry, sorry," Sulu laughed, buckling his own seatbelt. "I didn't really mean it. I'm sure we're going to survive." He hesitated for a moment before putting his hand over Ianto's once again, squeezing it reassuringly as they pulled onto the street. It was strange, but now that Ianto had taken the first step, holding his hand on the stairs and into the kitchen, Sulu felt compelled to keep that contact up whenever possible. It didn't help that they were handcuffed together, making it very hard to resist.

"Seriously, Jack," Sulu added, "Try not to kill either of us." He really didn't sound worried at all, though; after all, he knew how to fly a giant space ship going at warp speed. He was pretty sure that Jack couldn't shock him in a gas-powered car.

Despite what Sulu might think about Jack not being able to shock him with a gas-powered car, Jack was aiming on at least impressing him with his impressive gas-powered car driving, if nothing else. Jack had been there and done that as well, been a pilot of his own ship a few times, and well. A car was definitely not a ship, but it had it's own style. For one, it had tires to work with, he demonstrated, as he cut a corner a bit too fast and the wheels screeched a little bit. Ianto turned his hand in Sulu's grip to hold his hand back. He was going to need all the strength and confidence he could get from the other man, even if he was technically a woman, at that moment.

"Kill you? Nah," Jack said, weaving through traffic to catch the tail end of a yellow light, just before the red, "we're just going to have a bit of an adventure. You were the one who wanted a more exciting car ride, after all," he said with a smile. "Well, your wish is my command." And he kicked it up a gear. Ianto's car protested a little, but then obliged to Jack's commands. Ianto recognized that Jack was probably taking the longest way to get there in the fastest speed he could get away with, and he was not amused.

Yeah, that turn was sharp enough to jolt him around a little, especially since he wasn't used to how his weight was distributed as a woman. "Whoa, there!" he exclaimed, though it definitely was more amused and thrilled than worried or freaking out. He even laughed a bit at the weaving through traffic, though he held tight to Ianto's hand.

"You're right, I did," he conceded, before glancing at Ianto to see if he was already on the verge of panicking, or if this was usual enough for him that he didn't panic about it much any more. He didn't know how Ianto really handled driving with Jack, after all.

Ianto was more than sure that Jack was just showing off for Sulu, now. Well, showing off, and just enjoying himself. Unfortunately for Ianto, Jack enjoying himself meant that Ianto himself couldn't enjoy the trip at all. As Jack shifted gears again, and edged the car through a narrower space than Ianto was comfortable with, between a van and a building, Ianto felt himself pale a little bit. Not substantially, but. Ever since that drive, Ianto hadn't been very good with driving at the edge of the road, regardless as to whether there was a ledge or not. The building certainly wasn't going to be very forgiving, should Jack screw up with this. And alright, yes. Ianto might have tightened his grip on Sulu's hand and stopped talking as Jack continued to recklessly weave through traffic.

Jack, on the other hand, was enjoying driving Ianto's sedan. It definitely fit through more spaces that the SUV never could have. It was a shame there wasn't a siren on it, though. Maybe he could get one installed, though he wasn't sure that Ianto'd let him go near his car ever again. Jack did everything in his power to avoid red traffic lights, from switching lanes to taking sudden turns onto smaller side streets, weaving his way across the streets of Cardiff, a grin on his face the whole time, completely oblivious to his passenger in the backseat, rather enjoying the reactions from the other passenger, Sulu, instead.

Sulu really was entertained by the driving; it was thrilling to be in a small vehicle, veering through the streets and taking sharp turns down side-streets. It was pretty much how he used to fly, back before he joined Starfleet and realized that starships really couldn't make those kinds of hairpin turns. (Unless you were flying in the solar system and knew how to drop down in front of another ship. But that was a different story. He still hadn't read up on how you were supposed to fly inside systems...)

Still, he knew that Ianto was really not enjoying this - he could feel his grip on his hand and could see his face paling a little out of the corner of his eye. In between delighted laughter, he leaned over, sitting up a bit to get near his ear. "I'm right here, Ianto," he said, "Don't worry, it's going to be fine."

Ianto's eyes had somewhere in the middle of it all fallen shut, as if somehow the fact that he had shut his eyes against what was going on around him would make it stop happening, which...was sadly not the case. When Sulu's voice suddenly appeared next to his ear, it did startle Ianto out of it, putting to spots of color on his cheeks in amidst the skin that was even paler than normal. He opened his eyes and slowly turned to look at Sulu, who really was quite close in that moment. It said something about Ianto's state of mind that he didn't even notice the closeness, that he was more focused on the person themself and being distracted from the driving than anything else.

"Yeah, right," Ianto said quietly, softly enough that Jack probably wouldn't hear him in the front. "I mean. Jack's never crashed yet, he says. I just. I wasn't kidding when I told you about that car accident ruining me forever for stunts like these." Ianto was fine with them when he was actually getting chased. The adrenaline was pumping, and he had something to focus on besides the reckless driving itself. He found himself feeling a lot more secure staring into Sulu's eyes, blue searching brown, rather than watching the road, though. His grip on Sulu's hand did nothing to loosen itself. "It's alright, though. I'll...really, I'll be fine. Once I'm out of the car."

"I know," Sulu said, because he did. He flew like Jack drove often enough to have met at least a dozen people who were more than a little wary of hairpin turns and narrow misses. He figured that Ianto was at least lucky enough to not have to deal with the vertical descent factor; cars couldn't dive a few hundred kilometers in a handful of seconds, after all. Not on the streets, at least.

He kept his eyes on Ianto's for a few moments longer, squeezing his hand tightly without being uncomfortable, and then pulled back a bit, winking before twisting to look at Jack with a concerned look on his face. "Hey, take it easy on the turns, I'm getting sick. Unless you like girls puking in your hair."

"Huh?" Jack turned his head to look at Sulu in the rear-view mirror, causing the car to swerve a little bit because of the speed and the lapse in attention, as well as causing Ianto to swallow audibly. "Oh, come on. Not you too." Jack smiled, shaking his head and doing exactly that, toning it down a little bit. "I thought you would have more of a strong stomach, Lieutenant, what with all that flying that you get up to. Obviously, 21st century cars must just be too much for your delicate feminine physique, or something like that."

Ianto sincerely wanted to roll his eyes, but he decided to sigh instead, relaxing a little at Jack toning down the driving. He gave Sulu's hand a light squeeze back, to tell him that he knew that Sulu had just covered for him and made Jack slow down for Ianto's own benefit, not Sulu's. He also gave a small smile to the other man, to show him that he was grateful for Sulu going out of his way to speak up for him, when he wouldn't speak up for himself, there.

Sulu sighed, a little bit relieved. It was by no means too much for him, but he'd rather everyone in the car be happy; he hadn't been sure if Jack was going to listen to him or not, but apparently it had been worth the attempt. "Must be. I'm used to things without wheels - or other vehicles right by you that you can crash in to. But, for all I know, it could just be my poor feminine biology." He didn't sound sick or upset, that was for sure.

Ianto's smile wasn't unusual to see but, for some reason, this one made Sulu feel better than he'd thought it would. Maybe it was because Ianto was grateful instead of upset with him for taking the reins like that, or maybe it was just because they were on the same side for the first time today, hand-in-hand in the back seat of the car. He wasn't sure; he didn't care, either. He just knew that Ianto's grateful smile made his stomach twist pleasantly, in a way he hoped to feel more.

Jack made a face, thinking about it. "Well. I guess that there really aren't that many other ships to crash into, out there in space. Not usually, at any rate. I can see how you'd not really be used to vehicles that travel on the ground and all. I mean, well. I'm not sure how things work out for you, but like. I'd imagine that cars are sort of phased out, when you come from. For the most part, anyway. Unless you're looking for that vintage feel."

"Anyway, we're almost at the Hub. I guess it's alright if I take it easy from here on out. There are going to be a lot more police in this area, anyway." And he was right. A trip that should have taken them a bit of time was almost done, thanks to Jack's driving. Then again, he was the one who had chosen to drive the long way in the first place, so. "Besides, this is Ianto's car, not mine. As much as I might be into driving around some more, I don't think you'd be very happy with Sulu here getting sick all over your upholstery, would you Ianto?"

Ianto shook his head. "Hardly," he said, though in that moment, he was just playing along with the story that Sulu had fed Jack. He was going to have to thank Sulu out loud later, for it. His eyes met Jack's in the mirror. "What do you say that we keep our eyes on the road from now on, though, yeah?"

Jack grinned at Ianto in the mirror, throwing off a mock salute, before putting both hands properly on the wheel. "Yes, Mr. Jones," he said, in his best imitation of a chauffeur. Ianto rolled his eyes yet again. He was feeling better about the situation, now that Jack had calmed down his driving. He...still hadn't let go of Sulu yet, though. He wasn't sure that he wanted to. In fact, he was rather positive that he didn't.

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