A/N: Implied Jack/Ianto. See past chapters for disclaimers and review please!

After the events of the day everyone wanted nothing more to do than relax and so they were doing just that; Crysta had spotted the hothouse and how some of the plants looked like they had seen better days so, after asking who takes care of them and learning it was Owen, berated him for letting them get like this while setting to work on trying to save those that refused to give up. Tosh and Lydia were going over some of the data that she had collected over the years, trying to see if there was any relation to ‘gate and rift activity. Jack looked on in amusement while Gwen and Max were trading wedding planning horror stories.

“I’ve helped validate theories that would change the way we look at history, and dealt with the Genii; you’d think that I could manage to get a caterer for the reception, but no. They all have to be booked.”

“I know how that is; I had to try four different services before I found one and by that time Rhys said that if he ate one more crab puff he was going to turn into one.” Ianto heard as he walked down to the little lounge area with a tray of coffee mugs and Alex not far behind with a second tray of sandwiches.

She had offered to help and they had spent a pleasant time getting the drinks and food for everyone; she had mentioned that she was the head chef in Antarctica and gave him a few tips on how to improve some of his favorite recipes which he’d have to try out next time Jack was over for dinner.

Everyone spotted the trays and made their way towards the pair, glad that they were finally able to relax for a period of time without having to worry what disaster might strike next.

Setting his tray down Ianto passed out the hot drinks while saying, “I managed to get you on a flight for ten tonight.”

“So what do we do until then?” Lydia asked, a quickly glance at her watch which told her that they had just over five hours to waste until they were finally on their way. She didn’t mind everyone here at Torchwood, it was just they were supposed to have been on their way home long before now and she (and everyone else) still had some packing to do before getting on the Daedalus to head back to Atlantis.

“We could watch a movie.” Gwen offered up after taking a sip of her coffee. “I know that we have a few around here somewhere.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve bugs of any kind I’m up for anything.”

Gwen looked over to Ianto and asked, “Don’t you still have Army of Darkness?”

Ianto shook his head as he set his now empty tray to the side, “Sorry, I took it home the other day, but I think we have My Name is Bruce.”

Lydia looked up at the mention of the Bruce Campbell movies and raised an eyebrow when Ianto said he had the newest one. Setting her mug on the table she asked, “How can you have it? It’s not out yet.”

“I have a friend who got me an advance copy.”

“Advance copy...” Lydia slowly repeated, her face taking on a dreamy like expression. “Did you like it?”

Max, Alex, and Crysta all looked at each other with worry on their faces; they’d seen that look before (namely whenever something was Rami, Campbell, or comic book related) and it never ended good.

“I did, but then again I’m a rather big Bruce Campbell fan so-”

Ianto was cut short by Lydia suddenly lunging for him. He let out a yelp of surprise as she wrapped her arms around him and next thing he knew they were hitting the metal grating. At first he thought that something was going to explode or fall right where he had been standing but then when he stopped seeing stars realized that Lydia was hugging him quite hard.

Everyone else had reacted with a mixture of emotions; at first Jack and the others thought that something was going to happen as well and all stood up, ready to jump into action but then when nothing happened wondered why Lydia had tackled Ianto while Crysta and Alex sighed while Max clapped a hand of her eyes and groaned, “Not again.”

“She’s done this before?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Lydia let go of him.” Crysta said, standing and moving towards her friend. It was times like these that she doubted her friend’s sanity but also knew that she couldn’t help it.

“But-but-but he likes Bruce.” Lydia stammered, not letting go of Ianto.

The three friends nodded their head and Crysta was about to peel Lydia off of Ianto when an alarm sounded from Tosh’s computer. Everyone paused and looked towards the sound while Tosh scrambled up to see what was happening.

Sitting down in her chair she glanced at the screen and her eyes went wide at the readings. “There’s been a massive spike in Rift activity,” she called out as she started typing keys rapidly. “and we’ve got numerous Weevil sightings.”

“Owen, Gwen get both cars; we’ll split up and get as many as we can before they go underground.” Jack said, starting up the stairs. Pausing half-way he turned around and asked, “Care to lend a hand? We could use the help and we’ll be done in plenty of time for you to catch your flight.”

“Why not? Sounds like fun.” Lydia said, getting up from the floor and dusting herself off.

“What’s a Weevil?” Max asked as they started towards the exit

“It’s a bug.” Crysta said, watching the team move.

“Not exactly.” Jack said tossing on his coat. “But you’ll get to see one soon enough.”

Bright light assaulted Max’s eyes and she groaned, rolling over and burrowing her face deeper into the pillows.

“C’mon, time to get up.” Max heard a voice that was entirely too peppy for her liking at the moment and didn’t respond, maybe he’d get the hint that she still wanted to sleep and leave.

But apparently he didn’t since she felt the bed move and then, “How can you still be asleep? You’ve been doing that since you’ve gotten back.”

Max sighed and turned to face her fiancée, “Because I haven’t slept in two days.”

“Actually, three if you take into account time change.”

“Thanks.” Max said, glaring at him as she sat up yawning. Tracking down the Weevils had taken longer than promised so the missed their flight and because of the delays they had caused before hadn’t been able to get one until (very) late the next day.

Turns out that had been for the best because no sooner had they finished finding space for all the Weevils then the Rift monitor went off again, this time a person coming through; someone named John. None of the Torchwood staff had been pleased to see him and the girls recognized him from when he had run past the café. He kept them up all night and half the day chasing all over the entire town for something that hadn’t even existed; he had been after the ARGs that the team had stored in the weapons locker at the Hub, apparently they went for a rather nice price on other worlds and he was trying to get some quick cash.

Fortunately, he hadn’t gotten his hands on them and once he had been sent through the rift again both groups headed back to the Hub where they stayed until it was time for their flight. The others had caught a few hours here and there, but Max had been too keyed up on coffee and couldn’t sleep on any kind of flight to begin with so after arriving at her apartment she had fallen into bed and hadn’t stirred until she had been so rudely awakened.

He just smiled at Max and while glancing at his watch said, “You’re gonna miss the Daedalus if we don’t leave now.”

“Screw the Daedalus,” Max replied, sinking back down into the bed and pulling the covers around her. “Landry told us that since we gave up the last few days of our vacation to help Torchwood we could come on the Apollo.”

“When does it leave?”

“In two weeks.” Max yawned and smiled slightly as she heard the blinds being drawn and then felt him getting under the covers himself. Snuggling next to him she murmured, “Which is fine because I need a holiday from this holiday.”