Title: I'll ask, shall I?
By: MrBrightside
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Summary: Bit of fluff. Janto smut again.

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"I'll ask, shall I?"

"No way are you asking, Owen!"

"You can ask then, Gwen!"

"No way! Tosh can do it!"

"I'm not! I thought you were asking, Gwen?"

"I never said that!"

"No, I did. I'm asking, ok?"

"No you're not, Owen!"

"Well neither of you want to!"

"Fine then, I will!"

"Thank you, Tosh."

Owen flung open the door to the conference room without knocking and found Jack and Ianto talking over one of Gwen's reports. Jack looked up and smiled one of his 'What-can-I-do-for-you?' smiles.

"We were wondering if there was anything either of you wanted to tell us. You see, it's just that--"

"Oh, for God's sake! Are you two shagging each other?" Owen butted in. Jack suppressed a laugh and tried to look puzzled.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh come on, stop acting all innocent! You've been all over each other for weeks! And all that stopwatch crap!"

"I think you've just answered your own question there, Owen." Ianto said, finally speaking.

"So you have?" Gwen asked, a little dazed.

Jack raised an eyebrow, then laughed. He lifted a hand that was under the table. Ianto's was attached to it, "Thatt answer your question?"

Tosh looked like she was on the brink of tears, "That's adorable! I'm so happy for you!"

"Oh stop with all that, it's not like we're getting married," Ianto said, smiling modestly. Owen, who hadn't said anything for a good two minutes, sniffed. He was blinking furiously.

"What's wrong, Owen?" Gwen asked frantically.

"I'm in love with the tea-boy, and now I have no chance!" he wailed. Ianto shot Jack an alarmed look.

"Owen. I shot you. How can you love me?"

"I don't know!"

"You have to admit, he has a mighty fine ass," Jack said, smirking. Ianto blushed.

Owen stopped crying. He wiped his eyes. "My God, you're a bunch of gullible idiots."

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