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The taxi pulled up outside a rather tall and grand looking hotel. Barbara stepped out to stare upwards. There were tall buildings in London but there was something about being in a different city which made the buildings unique and fascinating. Despite how tired she felt after such a long flight, she could almost go for a walk to see some more but there would be time for that later.

A finely dressed man dashed toward the from where he had been standing next tot he doors. "Shall I take your luggage?" he asked Ian and Barbara once the cabbie, or taxi driver, had hauled it out of the boot.

"Yes, thank you," Barbara replied. She reached out. For Ian's hand and offered him a smile before they walked into the hotel lobby together.

Once they had signed in at what appeared to be a marble desk, taken the lift up to near the very top, and stepped into their room, Barbara turned to thank the man for bringing their luggage. She gave him a small tip, since she didn't have a lot of money on her, and shut the door behind him.

"Would you look at this!" she said to Ian, gesturing to the entire room. "You must be valuable to have the board so generously pay for you to stay here!"

Barbara trotted over to the window to look out, passing a bottle of champagne and a note which wished them both a happy first anniversary.

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"I'd keep you company all the time, if I never had to work or mow the lawn or do any of the other hundred jobs you make me do around the house." He paused in his eating, only a small piece of chicken left on his fork now, to lean over and kiss Barbara.

As always, Barbara gladly kissed him back. She loved him too much not to. Her spare hand went to his cheek where her fingers delicately ran over his skin.

"I will always keep you company, too."

He didn't linger over the kiss because she needed to eat before she got too tired. And he needed to eat to. But he kissed the hand that was on his cheek before he sat back down.

"The hotel gave us champagne," he said, not knowing if she'd seen it. "We'll just have to take it home with us and find a special occasion to drink it."

Barbara wanted to keep kissing Ian. It was one of her favourite things to do after all, but her stomach won out and she went back to their dinner.

"I'm sorry that we can't have the champagne now. I'm sure that it will be just as good at home as it would be abroad."

He nodded. "We'll be able to take our time over it. And not fall asleep before we can finish it." He grinned.

"Half the fun is falling asleep before we finish the bottle," she chuckled and ate a little more before feeling incredibly full.

Barbara put the fork down and sighed a little. "You'll have to wait until I've got the energy to keep up with you, however."

"I will," he promised. "We want to fall asleep because we've had a lot of champagne and it's late, not because of jet lag or having been cloned."

There was plenty of the takeaway left, so Ian had a little more, but even he couldn't finish all of it.

Barbara let her eyes half close and she reached out for Ian's hand. "I feel so very full but I haven't eaten even half as much as I usually do."

Ian moved round so he could hold her hand and still use the other to eat. "You're still recovering from being cloned. You'll be back to your old self in no time."

"Are you calling me old?" she chuckled and lifted his hand to kiss it.

"What would you do if I was?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"I'd probably be a little cross, then I'd remind you that you're older than me." She opened her eyes a little more to look at Ian properly.

"I'm positively ancient," he agreed, still grinning. "I don't know how you put up with me."

"I'm not sure, either. Maybe you have some kind of use?" she squeezed his hand and looked toward one of the other beds where another patient was starting to wake.

"Perhaps you'd best find the doctor or someone to check him over and let him know where he is."

"I'll make myself useful." He stuffed a forkful of rice in his mouth and went off to find the doctor, who turned out to be eating takeaway with the rest of Torchwood. He abandoned it to return and check on his waking patient, though.

"We're going to have some leftovers, if you'd like any more." Ian said to the group.

"So the date went well, then?" one of the field agents smirked. Jack reached out and smacked the back of his head.

"We would appreciate your leftovers, thanks Ian." Jack smiled plesantly at Ian, then went back to eating.

Ian frowned, not understanding what the agent had been talking about. He hadn't been on a date and neither had Jack, as far as he could tell. "I'll bring them in," he said cautiously, and went back to Barbara's bed to collect up the takeaway cartons.

Barbara was half asleep by the time Ian returned. Her eyes wee closed and she was listening to the doctor speak with one of the other patients.

"...and this is just one of the men you have to thank for your being here," he said, holding an arm out to Ian.

Ian blushed, but smiled. "I just did what I had to." He could hardly have done anything else. "I couldn't have done it without Torchwood's help."

"Thank you anyway," the patient said.

Ian nodded to him, then turned to Barbara to kiss her forehead close the takeaway cartons enough so they could be stacked back in the bag and taken to the rest of Torchwood without spilling.

((Ooc:anything else you want to add?))

(OOC: I was going to ask the same thing - I think we've run out of things in this thread. I can start a new one now - I don't leave for work for another 10 minutes.)

((Go for it :) I'm just playing video games before dinner))

(It's at http://splendid-roman.dreamwidth.org/13224.html?view=1272232&posted=1#cmt1272232, based on this idea: http://splendid-roman.dreamwidth.org/3994.html?thread=1267098#cmt1267098 (I have written it so we will have to skip to the date, mind you))

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