Authors Note: Inspired by the Rascal Flatts' song Movin' On.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. boo, hiss

Chapter 3

Jack and Ianto walked around the Hub together for the last time.

They both knew this was goodbye.

Jack kept up a running commentary throughout the entire tour.

He recollected the times the team had walked in on them after hours; Gwen in the hot-house, Owen in the boardroom, Tosh in the Information Office early one morning. He remembered the time Ianto had filled the centre of the Hub with candles and they had danced all night to Gracie Fields, and the many nights they had spent in the bunker under his office.

Jack sat in the chair at his desk, where many a night, Ianto had found him, thinking and remembering.

He opened a draw and pulled out a tin full of old photographs and memories.

Ianto stood and looked over his shoulder as he glanced through each team photograph. A tradition Jack had insisted on since he had hand-picked his first team.

Ianto was at the far edge of the first photograph, an outsider. He moved further inwards with each photograph, closer to the centre of the photograph, to the heart of the team, to Jack.

Jack replaced the team pictures and kept looking through the box until he found the selection of photographs he was looking for.

There were only a few photographs.

The first had been taken on New Years Eve 2008. Snow had been falling steadily all day, coating the bay in a white blanket.

Ianto had his arms around Jack's neck, while Jack's arms were wrapped around Ianto's waist.

Rhys had taken the picture, capturing them both laughing at something Jack had said, seconds before Ianto had pulled them into a kiss.

The second had been taken at Martha's wedding. Neither of them had noticed Craig, the team technical specialist at the time, creeping around the edge of the dance floor, determined not to be spotted or to crash into any tables on the way.

Too engrossed in each other as they danced they didn't realise he had taken a photo until they both found a framed copy on their desks a few days later.

The final photograph made Ianto laugh. It was a four-shot Polaroid, taken on a rare weekend away.

Jack had bundled Ianto into the photo-booth, where they spent half an hour pulling silly poses. They would have stayed longer but an irate middle aged man had burst in, demanding they grew up and allowed people who actually needed to use the photo-booth to use the machine.

Jack sighed before placing the photographs back in the box. He then pulled the silver stopwatch out of his pocket.

He ran his fingers lovingly over the cover one last time, before bringing it to his lips.

He kissed it once before placing it on top of the photographs.

He murmured two words before he closed the box and replaced it back in the draw.

"Goodbye, Ianto."

Ianto moved in front of Jack and, for the first, and only time since he had died, allowed himself to press a kiss to Jack's lips.

He stepped away from Jack and smiled. Owen and Tosh were standing waiting for him. Tosh kissed his cheek while Owen clapped his shoulder.

They both smiled and nodded reassuringly at him as each took one of his hands in theirs.

Ianto sighed, whispering his final goodbye to Jack, as he allowed his friends to lead him away into the eternal darkness.