Chapter 1: Making a scene.
I don't know why but I like the whole Jack Harkness and Natasha Romanoff idea. As in them in a romantic relationship. So, read on if you like. Jack wont appear in this chapter though.
Leather. Not very comfortable, and quite flashy. That's why every single guest turned their attentions to Natasha as she walked down the crowded dance floor. The tight leather dress, and the knowledge that no one really had seen the red headed beauty before had everyone wondering who she was.
She didn't like ruining weddings. After all this was a happy day for the happy couple, even after the assassination attempt by wedding cake. No one seemed to care that the wedding cake had exploded and that the whole table was on fire, or that the wedding venue was an absolute mess, in fact all the guests exploded with laughter, eating the splattered cake off each others faces. The groom had cleared up that everything was fine and that the exploding cake had been planned. Obviously no one bought it, but it wasn't mentioned again. Was this normal for them?
The wedding had started off fine. There was the reception, were the groom, a tall very thin man in his thirties 'accidentally' dropped the ring under the brides dress, and then volunteered to retrieve it. Natasha smiled at the way that they flirtatiously carried themselves, the bride and the groom. The groom refused to let go of the brides hand after the ceremony. Which had ended with the boisterous laugh of 200 wedding guests, seated in beautifully decorated seats, for as soon as the groom heard "You may kiss the bride." He swooped out and grabbed the bride around the waist, then he proceeded to kiss her for a long, long time. Until a throat cleared at the very back of the grand room, he let her go, they both looked slightly dazed, and the bride looked very flushed. When was the last time that Natasha had been kissed like that? It had been a long time ago.
Natasha, along with all the other guests, clapped when the bride and the groom all but ran down the isle and through the ornate doors. After a few minutes of people scrambling around and gathering their things, they were all lead to the dining area, that was also beautifully decorated. The tables had a shiny blue overlay and gigantic candelabras that's were stung with countless strands of strange alien looking gems. The setting was dimmed and the dance floor had been lit up for later, it was all very nice, especially with the piano playing in the background and the over all creatively blue theme.
But she wasn't here for the wedding. She was here to capture a man. A man called Jack Harkness. Why? She didn't know. SHEILD hadn't specified the background on the man, but they had said that it would only be an interrogation, or an invitation. They had given her a photo though, and from what she saw he wouldn't be too hard to find. He was very handsome, the kind of handsome that made any woman melt from their head to their toes. Even in the picture he had a charming look about him, with those blue eyes and the dark hair, a very rare combination. But Natasha wasn't going to melt, because she wasn't just any woman, she was a badass super spy, and she didn't have time for incredibly handsome men.
She sat down at the farthest table to the right, were she had the perfect view of the whole room. Then she picked up the small card that sat on her plate, and on every other plate. In calligraphic font, the card had the initials, D and R, then at the bottom it read "Thank you for attending the wedding of the Doctor and Rose."
Natasha quickly threw down the card. She had heard that name in SHEILD records, under intergalactic beings. Could it be the same man? She reached for her hair, feinting the movement as fixing her hair, and then she clicked the small button on the small communicational device, Bluetooth, that was hidden in her ear.
"Director Fury?"
"Widow, have you found him?'
"No, not yet." She answered with a sigh.
"Well then-." Fury answered with confusion.
"Excuse me Sir, do we have the name Doctor in our records?"
Fury didn't answer.
Then after the long pause, he came back on.
"Yes, we've had him on our look-out list for years, but we can never seem to find him."
Natasha grinned.
"Well, Sir, I think we are lucky today, because I'm going to hit two birds with one stone."
A voice from behind her whispered in her ear.
"Or no birds with no stone, Miss."
Then the device went wacko, Fury's voice started getting harder to hear, and there was a strange buzzing and beeping that was getting louder, and louder. Not only that, but the device started smoking and before she knew she had ripped it out off her ear and stomped on it.
Natasha turned slowly, to find the groom holding a sonic tool, a thing she only knew of because she had practiced with them when they came to SHEILDS possession.
"Hello, Doctor." She said with an authentic, born-with-this, throaty , seductive voice.
The Doctor wasn't affected by her seductiveness. But seemed to catch a nervous flicker in his eyes when hi eyes traveled down to her cleavage, then quickly back up.
"Who are you-."The Doctor started with his sexy British voice.
But he didn't get to finish because Natasha swung her shapely leg out and kicked him, where it hurt the most.
He doubled over, his face contorted in pain. Then Natasha felt something hard against her head. Her eyes drifted slowly to the object to find it was a gun. A dark skinned woman in her twenties, held the gun steadily to her head.
"Martha, don't-." The Doctor moaned from the ground.
But once again, Natasha lashed out, and in one swift movement she had Martha's gun on the ground and her hand pinned behind her back.
Rolling her eyes she pushed Martha away and picked up the Doctor sonic tool. Then she picked up the buzzing earpiece.
To the Doctor she said. " What setting fixes?"
He glared, while he tried to stand up, grunting.
He held out his hand.
Natasha placed both the sonic tool and her earpiece into his hand.
Then without a word he held the sonic to the earpiece and in a matter of minutes it was back to life, no beeping, buzzing, or smoking.
"Here, now tell me who are you?" The Doctor asked.
Natasha accepted the earpiece and hooked it back to her ear.
Only until then did she notice that the majority of the guest were staring at her awe, or fear.
"That's not important, Doctor, I'm not here for you." Natasha said with a sniff.
The Doctor knit his eyebrows together, and ran his hand through his hair. "Oh, well that changes things. Who are you here for? And why crash our wedding?"
Just as he finished talking, the bride, apparently Rose, stumbled through the crowd with a crazed look on her face.
"Were is she?" Rose seethed.
Then her eyes landed on Natasha, she marched over and swung out her fist, catching Natasha on the cheek.
"Rose! What are you doing?" The Doctor cried out reaching for Rose.
"I heard what you did to my husband! What are you trying to do, incapacitate him? We haven't even had kids yet." Rose exclaimed, as Natasha recovered from the blow.
"I didn't come for your husband, that was merely a coincidence. By the way congratulations." Natasha said with a grunt as she rubbed her cheek.
"Thanks, but then why did you come, for who?" Rose asked.
"That is none of your business." Natasha said.
Martha stood up from the ground were Natasha threw her. " Actually it is her business, after all you did ruin her wedding."
"Look, I'm sorry for ruining your wedding, I honestly didn't come to hurt anyone." Natasha said.
"Just tell us, what did you come for?" The Doctor asked exasperatedly.
"Its complicated."
"Oh, please, you obviously know me, so you know I am the king of complicated." The Doctor said.
"Its top secret." Natasha said.
"Ooh, I like secrets." The Doctor said excitedly.
Natasha grinned. "Too bad."
"Oi, stop playing around already!" A red headed woman said, as she pushed through the crowd with her hands on her hips.
"That's Donna, Donna Noble." the Doctor explained.
"Yeah, yeah, so who are you?" Donna nearly shouted.
Natasha's eyebrows shot up, strangely she like this woman, she seemed amusingly rude.
"Fine, I'll indulge you, starting with introductions. My name is Natasha Romanoff." Natasha said.
The Doctor nodded. Then he pointed at himself " I'm the Doctor."
"I know."
"That's Rose." he said pointing at his petite blonde wife.
"Donna Noble," he said pointing at the feisty red head. " And Martha Jones." He said pointedly at the dark skinned girl who had held the gun to Natasha's head.
Natasha waved and they waved back.
"Were do you come from, Natasha?" The Doctor asked, not bothering to introduce anyone else.
"I came as a mission from SHEILD," Natasha confirmed.
The Doctor whistled.
Natasha want sure if he was impressed, or if he was mocking her.
"What the hell is SHEILD?" Donna asked.
Natasha sat down on the chair. " It stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division."
"Right…" Donna murmured.
"Its like the American version of Torchwood." The Doctor said. " Weeel, somewhat like it, not really though." He finished dragging out the E in well.
"Why did this, SHEILD, send you?" Wondered Martha.
Natasha pulled out a picture from her fancy, black clutch, then she held it out do everyone could see.
Everyone stiffened.
"That's…" Rose said with a shaky breath.
"Yup, Jack Harkness." Natasha said, slipping the photo back into the clutch.
Then she pulled out a gun. "So were is he?"
Everyone turned to the door to the rights of them. The wedding was held in a hotel, and through the door, Natasha knew, were hotel rooms.
What was he doing in a hotel room?
"What he doing there?" Natasha asked.
Rose turned red. " Oh, you know, stuff."
Natasha understood.
She loaded the gun. "Will he fight back? SHEILD want's him alive, I don't want to have to shoot him."
"Oh, believe me you can shoot him as much as you want, it wont make a difference." The Doctor said with a big smile.
"Alright, then lets go hunt down some Jack Harkness."