Just after two in the morning, the deafening sound of the Rift alarm dragged Jack and Ianto from a deep sleep.
“Bugger. That’s all we need after the day we’ve had,” Ianto muttered, dragging himself from the bed and going to check the coordinates. Jack followed with their clothes.
Three hours later, they trudged back into the Hub, covered in mud from chasing several dozen three-legged aliens around Bute Park in the pouring rain, trying to get them back into their spaceship.
“We should’ve stayed in bed,” Ianto grumbled. “I could’ve told you nothing good ever happens after 2 am.”
A/N2: Title used was ‘Nothing Good Happens After 2 am’