In inches
Jack remembered finding Ianto's diary resting on a small table by an old green leather arm chair at the back of the maze of archives. He's hands had ghosted over the heavy book wondering whether or not he should take a look. After several minutes of wrestling with his conscience Jack had opened the leather bound book at its last entry.
"10 inches!" it read "Jack must have been lying; either that or that measuring tape we found is seriously faulty" Jack smiled remembering a particularly enjoyable afternoon when the others had gone out to recapture an escaped Janet, he and Ianto had disappeared into his office with a stopwatch, a tape measure and a pair of handcuffs and remained there for several hours. He made a mental note to remind Ianto that measuring tapes never lied. Jack skipped back to the middle of the diary and observed the date in Ianto's neat black handwriting it said "28th February 2007" but what Jack read next brought tears to his eyes, "10 days since Jack left us".
"Dear Diary" Jack read
"Jack has been missing for ten days now, Gwen tells me not to worry, the captain can look after himself, and I know that, but I'm still scared. Scared that he might not come back, scared that he's left us, left me, forever. There are too many things that I miss about him, his smile, those ancient eyes, the way he knows me better than I know myself, the way we always laugh at the same things. But it's all stupid, I've got to forget him, he didn't feel the same way about me did he? No, of course not, I'm just the teaboy, maybe Owen was right... I should probably go now the team need their coffee.
Ianto
Jack had brushed the tears from his cheeks and shut the diary with a snap, he had never realised how much his going away had affected Ianto, in all the time he had been back he had never asked, never tried to understand. Jack had stood in the gloomy darkness of the archives for several hours, until Ianto had come down to find him, and seeing his tears, captured his lips in a sweet, loving kiss.
In miles
Jack remembered the time that the SUV had broken down and he and Ianto had been stranded on the outskirts of Cardiff. They had walked the ten miles back to the hub hand in hand. Jack remembered walking on through the night, stopping to look at the lights that danced across the water's edge, with Ianto he was oblivious to the hustle and bustle of Cardiff on a Friday night, he was the only thing that mattered, the soft sound of Ianto's deep breathing was the only thing Jack focused on whilst seagulls squawked and girls gabbled.
Jack remembered the three mile Weevil chase that he and Ianto had endured when he first joined Torchwood. Sprinting through the wind and rain of the storm they had crossed half of the city centre trying the capture their escaped prisoner. Lightening flashed, wind howled and rain had soaked Ianto as he sedated the Weevil and left it lying on the ground. He stood up to face Jack. Ianto was breathing heavily after the three mile chase and Jack was just a little to close. Jack had raised his hand to Ianto's face intending to check the cuts and bruises that marked the younger man's skin, but instead he found his lips pressed against Ianto's and what started softly soon turned fierce and passionate. Rain soaked the two of them and thunder crashed above, but lips and teeth and tongues danced they were completely absorbed in each other.