The siren blared, the Rift monitor showed nearly impossible calculations, and Gwen was babbling on the phone to Rhys about staying safe. To Ianto, that meant bringing out the backup SUVs. To Jack, that meant sending his team—his family—out into the unknown. To Owen and Tosh, it meant being field agents first and doctor and coordinator, respectfully, second.
From his angle, Jack couldn't judge the severity of the situation. He couldn't know who had descended upon the Earth to conquer and destroy. He could only hope that they wouldn't win.
Ianto helped him into his coat and smoothed down the sleeves.
"And out we go," Jack said softly, his attempt at bringing levity into the situation failing spectacularly. "Stay safe."
"You, too."
Against his better judgement, Jack brought Ianto in with a hug, then cradled his cheek. After a final—oh, he hoped not—kiss, he stepped back. "I'm holding you to that, you know."
