The Wedding Wrecker
A/N: This takes place during Something Borrowed, just Gwen doesn't end up impregnated by a Nostravite and is being hunted down by one. LOL
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Torchwood or any of it's badass characters. :(
Gwen sat down on the chair in the bridal suite. She held her wedding dress as she sat down. She adjusted her hair one last time; it was almost time to walk down the aisle with Rhys Williams, the love of her life. She always knew she would marry Rhys no matter what, but her new life with Torchwood had given it a minor setback. Still, she was happy to be finally tying the not with him. Gwen looked into the mirror at herself and took a deep quivering breath, on the verge of crying. She knew she wanted to marry Rhys and she knew she loved him, but for some reason she couldn't pull herself together.
Gwen heard a gentle knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.
"Are you ok in there, Gwen? People are asking questions."
"I'm fine, Rhys. I'm just fixing something with my hair." Gwen responded, letting a sharp choke fall through at the end.
"Are you sure you're all right? You're not having seconds thoughts are you?"
"No, never. I love you, Rhys bloody Williams." Gwen said smiling.
Gwen continued on to grab a tissue and dab the corners of her eyes, hoping not to smudge her beautifully applied makeup. She reminded herself that it was her wedding day and that she should be happy and feel warm and fuzzy, not the feeling she was feeling right now. She shouldn't be feeling dread and regret, but she was. It's not like she was holding back on something or loved anyone else.
Tosh nudged Jack in the shoulder, asking, "Do you think she's all right? It's 15 minutes past noon now. She should be walking down the aisle."
"I'm sure she's fine Tosh. She's probably just doing last minute adjustments."
"I don't know Jack. It's not like Gwen to be late for anything as far as we've known her. Maybe something is wrong with her dress." Tosh suggested.
"If that's the case, you can go ask her. You know what room she's in."
"I just think if something is wrong she would rather talk to you. You two are closer than you realize, Jack. Nowadays you're one of the closest thing she has to a friend. She can't share any of her Torchwood secrets with any of the bridesmaids." Tosh ushered.
Jack reluctantly stood up and walked to the hallway of rooms. The hallway was empty and quiet. There was something off about the feel of it though. Something in the air felt heavy and full of dread. Weddings shouldn't feel like this. Jack walked up to Gwen's door. Right before he went to knock he heard a whimper. He put his ear to the door and could hear her gentle sobs. Surprisingly, this got to him and he felt sympathetic. He lightly padded the door. "Gwen?" Jack called. He heard quick footsteps approach the door and it swung open. Gwen stood there in her white dress and had her hair gently resting on her shoulders. Jack saw the faint, but still visible streaks of water, with a tad of eyeliner, which ran down her face.
"Gwen what's wrong?" Jack asked.
Gwen sniffed her nose before replying, "I don't know."
She pulled him in by his sleeve and shut the door behind him. Jack took her hand with one of his own, and then placed his other hand on top. He gazed into her eyes as she gazed into his, tears slowly falling off her face. Jack took his top hand and used a finger to wipe her tears. Gwen adjusted her dress at her waist.
"Let's sit down." Said Jack. "We can try and see if we can work out what's wrong."
Gwen gently nodded. Jack still hand in hand, walked her over to the side of the bed. Upon sitting down, Gwen immediately began crying. She burrowed her face in the crook of Jack's neck. His neck was warm and for some reason that gave her comfort. Jack gently stroked her hair with his hand. His fingers flowed smoothly through her hair. Gwen's hands were clasped together, wrapped around Jack's torso. Just then, someone tried the handle of the door and walked in.
"What the hell is going on here?" exclaimed Rhys as he walked through the doorway after Gwen had left it unlocked. Gwen and Jack turned to the doorway, both equally taken by surprise. Gwen saw the two small black stains she'd left on Jack's shirt. Rhys walked over to the two of them. His hands moved actively as he began one of his famous rants.
"Gwen, why couldn't you just tell me what's wrong? You should've been at the altar half an hour ago, not crying in your suite, Gwen! I love you! You can trust me, Gwen, and you know that! Why are you sitting here using bloody Harkness as your shoulder cry on and not the man who should be your husband right now?"
"I'm sorry, Rhys." Gwen said, wiping the runny mascara off her face. "It's just, I'm about to marry you, and I needed someone else – a third party – to talk to right now."
"Well what is it though? Is it something I said or done? Cos if it is, I'm sorry, Gwen, I really am." Rhys pleaded.
"No, Rhys. It's not. I don't even know what it is, I just started crying and I just don't know." Gwen responded.
"Are we still going through with this wedding?" Rhys asked, desperation hanging in his voice.
"Bitch, you might." Jack interjected.
Gwen cast a 'not the time' look at Jack. He backed up with his hands raised. Gwen couldn't help but smile at that.
"Come on. Let's go Rhys." Gwen said softly, wiping her eyes.
Jack walked out of the room behind them, closing the door tight on his way out. He watched as Gwen clutched Rhys's hand and gave it a tight squeeze as they walked to the altar together.