Title: Torchwood Travels
By: Teddy
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The end of Torchwood.

It was the end of Torchwood. Jack knew it would come, for him at least. He knew he would have to move on as soon as someone got suspicious of the fact that he wasn't aging. But he never suspected that the end would come like this. The Hub was flooding.

It had only been him and Ianto for some months now. They worked well together and Jack simply hadn't found anyone to replace the embers of the team as they had gone, one way or another. Those that he thought might stay had found new lives.

"We've lost it all," Ianto said shocked.

Jack put his arm around Ianto. "No," he told him. "We saved the most important thing." He gave him a sort of sideways hug.

"So what next?" Ianto asked, looking to Jack for guidance.

"Hmm...breakfast?" he asked. "I think that cafe down on the wharf is open. It's coffee isn't bad at this time of the morning.

"Breakfast it is," Ianto replied.

Jack and Ianto returned from breakfast still discussing how to drain the Hub The crack in the seawall had really made that not an option but they discussed it anyway, all through breakfast. Until Jack, finally, decided to put an end to it.

"Ianto, there are just the two of us now," Jack said.

"But you will find others to join, won't you? The rift is still here. It's still active." Ianto said.

"I don't know. We haven't had much to do for a while now, even with just the two of us," Jack replied.

"Are you firing me?" Ianto asked.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Will you retcon me?"

"Ianto...no...don't be silly," Jack said shocked. "Do you want to leave?"

"No, I don't but no Hub means no job. I'll have to find work elsewhere," Ianto informed him rather sadly.

"Absolutely, not. You are my personal assisstant," Jack told him.

"Torchwood signs my pay cheques."

"Actually, I put your pay directly in your bank," Jack corrected.

"Still. It is Torchwood who pays me."

"Ianto...Damn it! Won't you stay with me? I don't want to lose you too," Jack told him. "Especially not you."

"Come on," Jack said.
 
"Where are we going?"
 
"To buy some clothes.  All of mine are floating down there somewhere."  Jack didn't want to think about the fact that everything he owned, everything from his past was now floating around in seawater in the Hub.  
 
"Might I suggest an updated look,"  Ianto said.
 
"You don't love my coat anymore?"
 
"Of course, I do.  But the trousers," Ianto replied, shaking his head.  
 
"Room to move," Jack replied cheekily.
 
Ianto gave in to the necessity of Jack having clothes now and not when the tailor had them ready and so they bought the necessities off the rack.  Jack gave in to Ianto about the trousers, well they compromised.  It was what they took most time over.  Most things Jack just pointed at and asked for 7.  
 
Ianto was grateful that at least they had gone to a men's wear store and hadn't needed to walk through racks of shoes, ladies underwear and babies clothes to get to the men's department.  
 
"Lunch," Jack announced suddenly.  Being Jack's chief supplier of food on most days, Ianto knew just how much food the man could put away.