Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood.
A/N: This is just a short drabble I came up with based on a dream I had last night.
Jack looked around at the Torchwood base around him. The rest of the team was out, running errands. He smiled as he shuffled through papers. Though he would never admit it out loud, he had an amazing team and he loved them like a family. He walked around to the desks straightening things and just generally reminiscing. He was far back in his memories, remembering all the great times they'd had, when the lift began descending, the four other Torchwood members on it. Gwen, the eager, compassionate one; Owen, the grouchy but brilliant doctor, Tosh, the caring tech wiz, and Ianto, his golden Ianto, looking just as gorgeous as ever in a nice purple shirt. He ran over to Ianto, wrapping his arms around the Welshman, kissing him full on the lips.
"Woah, what do I owe this pleasure?" Ianto asked.
"What, I can't give my boyfriend a surprise kiss?" Jack replied, pulling back.
"I didn't say to stop," Ianto said.
"That's what I thought," Jack said, and pulled Ianto down onto the couch by his tie.
Owen rolled his eyes while Gwen and Tosh giggled like fangirls.
"Not to interrupt your little "session" here, but we were going to go to the pub," Owen remarked.
"I guess we can wait a bit," Jack said, "wait do you think Yan?"
"Yeah," Ianto replied, a little crestfallen.
They all set out for the nearest pub; soon the team was seated at their favorite booth, all with a drink in their hand. They were all laughing and exchanging stories, having the time of their—
Jack woke suddenly, looking around for the source of his disturbance. He became distinctly aware that the spot next to him on the bed was cold and empty. It all came rushing back, Owen and Tosh were gone, the base was destroyed, Gwen was hiding out with Rhys, and Ianto…Ianto was gone, he realized quickly, a single tear running down his face.
It had all been a dream.