By the way, was that a yes?"
"Yes, yes…" Ianto nodded, distracted by the task at hand. Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled, pleased with himself. He opened the door, and took the lift up to the roof. Cool, fresh Cardiff air wrapped around him, and, just for a moment, his RAF coat billowed out behind him. Still grinning to himself, Jack did a little tap dance on the buildings rooftop, singing softly to himself. "Iv'e got a lov-er-ly bunch of coconuts, sitting in a row, big ones small ones, some as big as your head…" His voice was carried off in the breeze, and drifted across the still bay. Jack slowed to a stop, and looked out at the bright lights of the city. A city that had, not twenty-four hours ago, been nothing more than a pile of rubble and a few odd survivors, hiding amongst the wreckage. This is what we are protecting, he thought.
Jack was home.