A/N: Hmm... I don´t really know how this one came to be... Slightly inspired by Panic At The Disco's song I Write Sins Not Tragedies. Slightly.

Now, don´t take John too seriously. Imagine him with more humour than complexity =D

Disclaimer: Neither Torchwood nor its characters belong to me.


"Are you sure about this?" Ianto hissed to Jack as the bride walked passed.

"Shush." He ignored the Welshman's apprehensions and focused on the bride and groom at the altar. PC Andy finally settling down – who´d have thought?

"Jack!" Ianto called his attention back. "Her files are extremely dodgy."

Jack sighed, but realised Ianto's concern for their mutual friend could be grounded. Nonetheless, he had done his own bit of investigating concerning the bride and come up with nothing bad enough to interrupt the service. "She knew John Hart." Jack whispered as if that calmed his lover. Which he really knew did the exact opposite.

"Doesn´t have a very good judgement, then?" Ianto made his dislike of the brunette known, and not very discretely at that.

"Well..."

"Are you sure he should be marrying her?"

"Are you sure he shouldn´t?" Jack retorted.

"No, but..."

"No buts."

Suddenly a man came running down the aisle, dressed in what could only be described as a circus ringleader-outfit. With his cane he tore the couple apart, just as the policeman was saying his 'I do'.

"John!" the bride exclaimed, horror plain in her voice.

"You didn´t think I´d stand you up, did you?"

By that time all members of the Torchwood team had recognised the voice, but Jack was the only to successfully react. "John Hart," he drew his gun and walked up to his unfortunate ex.

"Captain John Hart," John corrected, "and I´m actually rather busy at the moment."

"Not for long. You have no right to be here," Jack all but growled.

"Oh, that´s where you´re mistaken, old friend." John continued to grab the young bride's arm and started pulling her away from her dumbstruck fiancée. He effectively ignored the five guns now trained on his head.

"Please..." The girl whined.

"Let´s go, Jolie," John said in a tone Jack had never heard from him before. It was almost...Paternal.

"Jolene?" A hesitant Welsh voice came from the altar. It seemed the groom had come to life once more. "Jolene? Who is this?"

"It´s my..." Jolene began, but was stopped by John's hand covering her mouth.

"Not in front of all these people!" He hissed.

"But, dad!" Jolene's muffled voice still carried, and upon realising this, John let go of her arm with a sigh.

"I hate you," he muttered.

"You have a daughter!" Jack stuttered. "Now that´s just..." he paused and grimaced. "Are we that old?"

"Clearly we´re that vain," John grinned.

"But why were you...?" Jack began, attempting to ask why John was tearing his daughter away from her wedding.

"No bride should have to walk down the aisle alone," he said and gallantly reached for Jolene's arm. "Now, if you wouldn´t mind getting out of the way."

Flabbergasted, as Ianto would later put it, Jack and the Torchwood team watched Captain John Hart give his daughter away on her wedding to Andy. It was a wedding no guest would ever dream of forgetting.