Jack walked into the small office that held Torchwood in its bowels. Martha flanked him on one side, Mickey on the other. Mickey was unimpressed, but Martha was smiling because it had been too long since she's been to Torchwood. Ianto wasn't at the desk, so Jack fretted. He wondered if Ianto was alright, not for the first time that day. He wondered too if Gwen was OK, he loved them but. But Ianto…
Jack opened the door in the wall to that lead to the Hub, and Mickey jumped. Jack smiled, careful not to show what he was feeling inside. He wanted to run down the corridor, bypass the lift altogether, burst into the Hub and have Ianto there, telling him he loved him. But he didn't- Wait. Love him? Yes, Jack said to himself. He loved Ianto, and he wanted him to love him back.
Jack grinned a little bit, but was annoyed at the slowness of the lift. He must not have been as composed on the outside on the outside as he thought, because Martha asked him what was wrong. The only thing he could think to say was the truth: "Those are my people. And I don't even know if they're alive."
As the door rolled open, Jack heard the comforting sound of the proximity alarms. They said 'I'm home!' to him- and to Ianto. Mickey stepped into the Hub with a look of awe on his face, but Jack ran. He ran straight into Ianto's arms. They kissed like there was no tomorrow, even though Jack knew that there was. There was going to be a tomorrow, a next week, a next year, a forever. And Jack wanted to spend it with Ianto.
When they finally broke apart for air, Ianto buried his face in Jack's neck. Jack squeezed Ianto, and they both said it at the same time. "I love you."