A/N: Hello and welcome! So I haven't seen the wedding episode, and now I come to write the summary I have absolutely no idea what compelled me to write about it from the pieces of trailer I've cobbled together – I'm pretty new to the world of authoring, and even newer to the world of Torchwood so I hope the characterisation isn't completely off-base. Feedback is appreciated, I apologise in advance for continuity errors or if I miss a headsmackingly obvious character fact; I've only seen about 3 episodes. Nonetheless I hope you get something out of this worth taking away.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here other than vague ideas. Characters and world all belong to.. other people. Who I assume make money for it. I don't.

Summary: The wedding takes a back seat to the inherent drama of the Torchwood team. Unsurprisingly. Jack/Ianto, and God help me Jack/Gwen. AU as it doesn't follow the wedding in the show

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Something about Torchwood made you think that it was a world out of science-fiction. Maybe it was the way the majority of its activity occurred at night. Maybe it was the black SUV and the automatic connotation of mystery and power as it screeched around the corners of Cardiff. Maybe it was the fact that they actually physically fought aliens - whatever the reason, Torchwood was never something you associated with the mundane.

At least, not until you were on the inside.

That was what Jack thought as he lay in bed with the tea-boy on the morning of their co-workers wedding.

He'd been awake, or at least thinking consciously, for about an hour just contemplating the day ahead. He was not exactly looking forward to it. It was so unlike his normal days, or what passed for normal in his line of work. Torchwood had been so formal before Gwen came along, he couldn't imagine anything so social happening before her time, and as a result this was way outside his comfort zone. Now here they were, set to spend the day away from their desks, without a field mission, completely outside of their normal roles;

Owen was looking forward to what he viewed as an excuse to abuse an open bar, and most likely act like a dick to anyone within range. Tosh was just looking forward to an excuse to spend time with Owen. Ianto was stuck keeping a subtle eye on rift activity and making sure the others would be ready to up and leave if needed, and Jack's main duty was to play proud boss to Gwen without letting on exactly what Torchwood did, and of course to look damn good while doing it.

Okay, maybe not completely outside their normal roles. Except Gwen he supposed, today was definitely out of the ordinary for her.

His thoughts had carried on in this vein since the alarm had gone off, as if looking at the day in theory would keep it from happening in practice. It was only when Ianto stirred next to him that he finally snapped out of it.

'Hey'

'Did the alarm go off?' Trust Ianto, organised from the second he woke up.

'Yeah, I thought I'd let you sleep' Lie

'What?! Uch I've got so much to do. Why didn't you wake me up?'

'Well you looked so peaceful.'

'Do I look peaceful now?'

'No..'

A moment passed.

'You look angry'

Ianto rolled his eyes at Jack and then his body out of bed, shaking his head and moving in that exaggerated way you do when you're trying to get things done at double speed. He walked into the bathroom and Jack sighed slightly, all too aware that now Ianto was awake there was no avoiding the day anymore. He was going to have to actually get up and face it. He sat slowly up, approaching every movement with a kind of lethargy that directly opposed Ianto's frantic pace.

'Are you getting up?' You could even hear it in his voice as he called out.

'What's the rush?' Jack replied lazily, knowing he was really hoping to cause a fight to distract himself.

'Why don't you ask Gwen when we're late', Ianto shot back darkly.

Damn he has me there.

Ianto could be a total bitch if he wanted to, but he wasn't above using others to get the job done for him. The fear of a seriously stressed out Gwen was more than enough to get Jack moving and he stood up ready to get dressed and wake up properly, reflecting as he did just how well Ianto had done his job for the day in the five minutes he'd been awake.

'Jack! You're still not ready!'

Jack turned around, 'Ianto we don't have to be there for-' He trailed off and stared at the man in front of him. 'How.. How did you do that?'

Ianto was fully dressed and washed, looking fantastic as always in one of his suits, no indication in his demeanor whatsoever that less than ten minutes ago he'd been completely unconscious. Jack hadn't even seem him move towards his clothes.

Ianto just stared back at him as if he were trying to stall. 'Jack come on we have to get going.' He walked out of the room leaving Jack looking around him as if an explanation for his lover's superhuman speed would spring from the furniture. When the headboard failed to provide an adequate clarification he shrugged slightly and set about pulling himself together and getting into character.

He approached the daily challenge of saving the world with a fierce determination and cavalier confidence; today was only a wedding.

He listened to the sound of Ianto rushing around outside.

Jack wasn't sure his usual arsenal would be enough.

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A/N; Well thanks for reading, hope you like it so far, or at least enough to want to continue reading! If you so wish I promise some actual plot and action, I think the day's gonna speed up from here!

(P.S. I figured out what compelled me to write this – dissertation is due in next Friday. So naturally I must apply myself to anything but.