Secrets to take to the Grave 1/?
Title: Secrets to take to the Grave
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood nor am I affiliated with it in any way.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto; Ianto/OFC (briefly); Gwen/Rhys
Summary: He played the villain even though no one would ever know. In the end, Jack never regretted it and no one ever was the wiser.
Jack looked as Winifred twirled in her wedding dress. Her laughter bubbling like fresh champagne and filling the room as Ianto snapped another dozen photographs. They'd have to sort through them later but right now it didn't matter.
"What do you think?" Winifred asked looking at both of them.
"You look beautiful." Ianto said, putting the camera down and giving her a real smile. Winifred beamed at the compliment and turned to look at Jack.
Jack gave her a look over and clucked his tongue. "I still think the cream dress looked better." he retorted. In turn he received a small smack on his arm by Ianto and an annoyed cry of "Dad!" by Winifred. He smiled. "Your da's right though, Freddy. You look beautiful." Winifred grinned and hugged him.
"Winifred Jones is getting married." He said almost in disbelief. He couldn't quite believe that twenty eight years had passed but his little girl stood in front of him ready to get married.
"Soon to be Winifred Keller." Ianto finished as he walked next to them and placed a hand on Winifred's shoulder.
"Nope, I'm staying Winifred Jones, Jones-Harkness if you two want to argue about semantics again." She said with a smile.
Jack frowned. "You're not changing your name?" Winifred shook her head.
"Is Ryan okay with this?" Ianto asked.
"Bollocks what he thinks. You two have been together for ages and your names haven't made you any less in love. Besides, I'm not willing to lose any part of who I am." She looked at both of them with a serious expression. "I'm a Jones by blood and a Harkness by name."
Jack's eyes teared up and he smiled at her, happy for once that he had a child that didn't hate him. Looking at her, Jack could never regret what he had done.
"Daddy, don't cry." Winifred said softly.
"I'm just happy." Jack replied as he blinked his tears away. He grabbed Ianto's hand, kissed it and looked at him. "Let's see our girl down the aisle, Ianto."
Ianto smiled and both men stood at either side of Winifred. They linked arms and walked out of the dressing room to the main part of the church.
The moment felt long, and Jack took everything in: the flash of the light bulbs, Ryan standing nervously in front of the room, Ianto's greying hair and sharp suit, the way the floor felt beneath him, and he took in his daughter. Winifred Susanna Rose Jones-Harkness looked nothing like him because she was nothing of his by blood.
She took a lot after Ianto but there were features that Jack wished she hadn't inherited from her mother like her chestnut hair and her light green eyes. Everything else took after Ianto: her facial structure, her height, and her personality (what she hadn't learned from him). Yet there had been moments though that Jack saw her mother: Rose Elizabeth Stewart, the woman he had murdered.