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Chapter Four

Perhaps today wasn't going to be as bad as Ianto had envisioned after all. Much to his relief the ceremony had come to an end without any hitches. Even the limo journey from the city hall to the Michelin starred restaurant was void of any incidences from his family members. And apart from their antics, the only other thing likely to embarrass him was also taken care of.

"So there'll be no speeches?"

"There'll be no speeches." Ianto confirmed his friend's query as they all stood gathered by the bar whilst waiting to be shown to their table. "Since our numbers are so small we didn't see the need for them."

"You mean that you didn't want me getting my revenge on you both." Seto corrected with the true reason why the traditional addresses had been dropped. The joint effort of the prank that had been pulled on him at his own wedding,- that had seen an extremely compromising photograph of himself circulated amongst the guests,- would never be forgotten and the two newlyweds knew this.

"The thought didn't even cross my mind."

"Of course it didn't." The CEO sneered in response to the dry wit that had been used.

A waiter come over to the wedding party, placed their bar purchased drinks onto a tray and then escorted them to their table at the far end of the extravagant dining room. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and ornately carved pedestals supported blooming displays of Cymbidium orchids.

"You boys are going all out aren't you?" Johnny commented as they were each shown to their seats around the circular table. "No wonder you chose to only invite a few of us. This place must be costing you an arm and a leg!"

"We just wanted to spend today with our nearest and dearest." Jack grinned as he sat down with Ianto, Rhiannon and the Welshman he was speaking to now seated on his right, Seto and Kisara on his left, and the two children more or less opposite him across the table.

"Lucky us eh?" Johnny chuckled as he elbowed his wife.

Rhiannon flashed a humouring smile back at her husband before turning to her brother. "Ianto love, are you sure you can afford this?"

"Yes." After having viewed the menu way in advance he knew that it wasn't going to be cheap at all so had made sure to calculate enough money set aside,- and now in his pocket,- to pay for the major luxury of their big day. "It's not going to be a full three course meal, but a main course and dessert is definitely doable."

"Yan, I don't mind contributing." Seto attempted to try and help ease his friend's financial worrying. In fact he would have been willing to cover the whole cost but had refrained from making the suggestion which he knew would have been rejected instantly anyway.

"No, you're our guests." Ianto assured a little too assertively. "We've got this."

Their drinks and menus were placed in front of them and the waiter left to allow time for the group to make a decision before placing their orders.

"Right I've made up my mind!" Johnny exclaimed as he snapped shut his menu.

"Let's see?" Rhiannon asked curiously. The menu was reopened and his selection shown to her. "That's too expensive! Choose something else."

"Hell no!" He exclaimed protestingly. "It's their treat init."

"It's okay." Jack interrupted what looked like a domestic quarrel about to break out. "Like Ianto said, we've got this."

Seto watched the Welshwoman struggling to hold back her tongue as she now studied the list of contents on her own menu. I sincerely hope that's not how other people see me and Kisara. He thought to himself in relation to the rare instances when he'd sit in silence and seethe in disagreement with her, usually more often than not as a result of her friend being mentioned or present to have caused the situation.

His view wandered to his left and a faint smile tugged at his lips as his eyes latched on to his wife. He was still very much unable to fathom how and why she remained by his side and was so tolerating towards his prevalent attitude and seclusive nature, especially with the current withdrawal he was going through. Is her love really so blind that it can't see my flaws? Or just true to an extent that I have yet to fully comprehend?

Kisara noticed his staring. Whilst it wasn't quite the longing for look she'd once received there was a definite improvement to her husband's wellbeing displayed in his gaze. It warmed her heart to witness the slight recovery that had been accomplished and she mimicked his smile. Today is definitely one of his better days.

"May I please take your order?" The waiter had returned equipped with a notepad and pen.

"Sure." Jack gestured across the table towards the two youngsters. "Kids, why don't you tell this fine gentleman what you'd like to eat."

"Tuna please." Mica said with a almost sing-song tone to her voice and watched as the pen scrolled to record the choice she had made.

"Where's the chicken nuggets?" David enquired at not having found anything on the menu to his taste.

"We don't do 'nuggets'." The waiter replied as calmly as his displeased voice would allow.

"Well that's crap!"

"David!" Rhiannon scowled.

"However we do serve chicken in various sauces." The waiter attempted to help the young diner. "And no, we don't do 'ketchup'."

"I don't like sauce unless it's ketchup."

"I can ask the chef to prepare the serving without sauce..."

"Okay, do that."

Glad to have finally come to a compromise with the difficult and unrefined teenager, the order was noted.

"I'll have the beef welly-bob!" Johnny shouted out before he'd even been addressed.

I should have known you'd fucking embarrass us! Ianto somehow managed to stay calm at his brother-in-law's unhumorous behaviour and saw an amused look glow on his husband's face. Yes that's it, laugh it up; now you know I really wasn't joking when I said that I'd be shamed by my family today.

"The wellington?" The waiter double checked now clearly aware that he was dealing with a table full of underclass. "How would you liked that?"

"Cooked."

"Yes sir, but how." He was not at all amused by the man's laughter. "Well done, medium or rare?"

"Just cooked."

A rather strong and rude obscenity was scribbled next to the idiot's order before taking the woman's seated next to him.

"I'll just have the risotto."

"Are you sure?" Ianto questioned his sister. "That's just a starter item."

"I'm sure." Rhiannon forced a smile as she told her lie. "I'm watching my weight."

As the waiter wrote, Kisara caught Jack's eyes that told her she should order next. "I'd like the lobster please." She spoke once she had been addressed.

"And for sir?"

"Filet mignon with foie gras; cooked as rare as you are permitted to serve."

At least one of them seems to be somewhat of a connoisseur. Seto's choice was jotted down and the waiter turned to Jack.

"Make mine a lobster too, thanks."

Ianto gave the menu one last sweeping view. It gave the impression that he was being indecisive when in fact he was merely adding up the total cost of the meal so far to see what his budget would allow. "I will have … the succulent chicken breast served in a creamy white wine sauce, please."

The last order was recorded and the menus gathered before the waiter left to deliver their requests to the kitchen staff.

Johnny gave a little chuckle as he watched his brother-in-law take a sip from the cocktail that had been purchased from the bar. "I thought you stopped being a breast man when that Lisa chick dumped you."

Oh no! Seto's eyes widened and Jack's did too at hearing the crude jest. They both focused their gaze and waited for the young Welshman's response.

"Yantie?"

"I'm okay." He finally spoke as he snapped free from his frozen state caused by the painful memories of the woman he had loved and failed to save from her horrible death. Lisa would be pleased that I moved on with my life. Even if it is with the man who tried to force me to kill her.

Rhiannon wasn't fooled the slightest bit by her brother's words as she knew how self-conscious he was. "Johnny you upset him! I warned you not too!" She hit her husband's upper arm to show her displeasure with him.

"Damn it woman, cut it out!"

"It's okay, really." Ianto gave assurance to his sister as he aimed to cease the bickering that was beginning to draw attention from the other diners. Neither of them would ever know just how much it went beyond merely poking fun at his sexuality. "I know he was only joking. It just happened to be in extremely bad taste that's all."

The table fell quiet momentarily before it was then broken by Mica's unhappy cry. "Ow, stop it! Mam, David's kicking me!"

"You keep your feet to yourself young man." She ordered sternly, causing her son to then grumble almost inaudibly about having been dragged there in the first place. "Now the pair of you sit nicely. I don't want to hear another word out of either of you, understood?"

They both nodded. The girl then reached for her drink to discover that it was empty as only ice remained. Luckily for her, her uncle had seen and intended to right the situation.

"Excuse me?" Ianto turned and leaned back in his chair as he grabbed the attention of another waiter passing by them. "Could we have some table water, and a wine menu please?"

"Certainly sir."

He watched the waiter speedily leave to fetch the requested items as Rhiannon began to question his husband.

"It's so nice to finally meet you Jack. What is it that you do for a living?"

"The same as Ianto. Except I'm his boss."

"You meet through work?"

A gleeful smirk curved Jack's lips as he thought back to the night they had first met behind the castle in Bute park when the young Welshman had sought him out and fought of a weevil in the process. Who would have ever guessed that such a naïve looking milksop was actually the mask of a far more mysterious and tenacious man he would later come to love and marry? "I guess you could say that."

"Oh?" She was intrigued to know more.

"It's complicated." Ianto swiftly cut in to end the conversation before any of his or Torchwood's secrets were revealed.

"Here's your water and menu." The waiter placed a huge pitcher in the centre of the table, which Kisara then helped to pour into the glass of the girl seated beside her. He handed the wine listing to the Welshman.

"Thank you." Ianto began to scan the prices as the waiter disappeared back into the room.

Now it was Johnny's turn to quiz the stranger and his brother-in-law. "So which of you is the guy then, and which of you is the girl?"

"Pardon?" Jack scoffed.

"Well, you've just gotten 'married' so which way around is it?"

The captain shifted in his seat and leant closer towards the stocky Welshman across from him. His elbow rest on the tabletop with his palm questioningly open face up. "We're both guys."

"Yeah, but which way is it?" The reply was slowly spoken as though it would make the question more clearer.

And I thought Rhys was a dumb-ass? Seto sneered to himself as he sensed his friend's growing frustration towards the closed and simple minded idiot. He also caught sight of the adult brother and sister as they both simultaneously raised a hand to hide their embarrassed faces.

"Your question doesn't make sense." Jack mimicked the manner that he'd been spoken to with. "We're both male. Why are you asking which one of us is female?"

"Oh for crying out loud, I'll be the girl just to shut you both up!" Ianto put an end to the ridiculous discussion that he sensed wouldn't conclude otherwise.

"Ow, David!"

"Stop it!" Rhiannon growled at both children from behind her hand.

Their waiter returned to the table. "Have you decided on which wines you'd like?"

"Yes, we'll have one red and one white house wines..."

"House wine?" Johnny snorted almost disgustedly over his brother-in-law's words. "It's your wedding day so shouldn't you be ordering a bottle of bubbly instead?"

"He's right." Jack reluctantly agreed before his Welsh lover was given the chance to defend the choice that had been made. Yantie deserves the best, especially for today. I'll not look like a fool in front of his family! He turned to the waiter. "Forget the wine, we'll take a bottle of your finest champagne."

"Very well sir."

Ianto was momentarily speechless as he watched the waiter leave. He turned to his other half and hissed, "We can't afford it, that stuff is over £500 a bottle!"

"Well then, I'll just put it on our work card." The reply was spoken calmly to mask the actual shock of hearing the price of the champagne. It's fizzy wine, not liquid gold!

"Jack you can't."

"Of course I can, I'll just have it classed as expenditures."

"An excuse to fiddle your taxes more like." Johnny chipped in to the couple's conversation.

"And what would you know about taxes?" Jack snapped rather angrily as he had lost all patience with the idiot who now seemed to be constantly testing his temper. "It's not like YOU pay any!"

"I think that the tension on this table could do to be brought down a notch." Seto commented. He'd never seen the older man lose his cool so easily before and could understand his friend's growing indignation as his was beginning to too. I promised myself I'd tolerate that oaf for Yan's sake. If I can do it, so can you.

The table fell into silence again as the waiter returned with the champagne and poured them each a tall crystal flute full. Once he had left there was nothing but awkward stillness.

Unable to bare the uncomfortable situation any longer, Rhiannon again tried to start a conversation. This time though she bypassed the men to avoid further testosterone fuelled head-butting conflict and spoke to Kisara who's attire she'd been admiring since she'd first seen her. "That's a lovely dress you're wearing."

"Thank you." She responded to the compliment received. Now it was their chance to put the rest of the table to shame as the two of them would demonstrate just how a civil conversation should play out. "It's Louis Vuitton."

The other woman's eyes bulged at hearing the name of the designer brand. Oh friggin' hell, it must have cost a fortune! It was then she realised just how far apart the two of them were on the social spectrum. She turned mute with intimidation.

"Your dress is lovely too." Kisara spoke sincerely about the white dress with fuchsia printed flowers on it. She was determined to keep the conversation flowing whilst wondering why the other woman had suddenly become withdrawn and was now failing to meet her eye. "I especially love the ruffles. Who is it by and where did you get it?"

Rhiannon hesitated with uncertainty as to whether or not she was being made fun of. No, Ianto would never associate with people like that. Meekly she gave her answer, "Atmosphere, from Primark."

"Oh, I've never heard of either..."

"Mam, Mica hit me!"

"Only 'cause you hit me first! Ow!"

"I will not ask you two again!" Secretly she'd been glad of the distraction but wished that her children would be better behaved. "You will sit nicely, keeping your arms and legs to yourself, or there will be consequences!"

"I think I'm going to skip dessert." Ianto sighed quietly as he slumped back in his chair.

"Me too." Jack agreed just as quietly. He reached out and comfortingly gripped the Welshman's hand to let him know that it wasn't the end of the world and that the two of them would survive the disastrous dining experience together.

"Ay-up, grub's here!" Johnny exclaimed at seeing the waiter bringing plates of food in their direction.

One by one the meals were placed in front of them. After a quick toast to the newlyweds they then began to eat.

"Mam, this tuna tastes funny."

"That's 'cause it's fresh and not like the tinned stuff I get you."

Mica continuously prodded at the fish with her fork as she broke it into smaller sections and flakes. "I don't want it."

"Would you like some risotto instead?" Rhiannon was reluctantly prepared to switch the two meals in order to make sure her child didn't go hungry and to not waste what had been ordered. She saw the confused look that had no idea of what the offered meal actual was. "It's rice."

"Okay."

The plates were switched and Ianto frowned as he watched his sister begin to slowly eat her new meal. He knew how much she hated fish yet not one complaint her lips. Oh Rhi, you didn't have to do that. It wouldn't have been any trouble at all to order something else.

"You do know how they cook lobsters don't you?" Johnny directed his question towards his brother-in-law's husband.

"Yes I do, thank you." He mumbled back with his mouth full, aware that the other was aiming to put him off his food. Joke's on you; I've eaten meals more disgusting than you can ever imagine whilst on battlefields full of blooded and mutilated corpses, NOTHING will put me off my food.

"Why, what do they do Dad?" David asked curiously.

There was a malicious glint in the Welshman's eyes that were fixed onto Jack's narrowed view which warned him not to continue with answering his son's query. Still he chose to be defiant. "That tank over there's not just for show, it's where they keep the lobsters until someone orders one to eat. Then they catch it and boil it alive. It takes around five minutes of suffering before the poor thing eventually dies, all the while you can hear it crying in pain. That is of course unless they chose to stab it through its brains before placing it into the pot, which doesn't actually help as it only causes more suffering since their nervous systems don't cease functioning for them die right away."

"Cooooool!"

Looking down at her plate, Kisara calmly placed her cutlery flat on the table. Of course she knew the process involved for the food she had ordered, but hearing the over-exaggerated way that it had been described was enough for her to lose her appetite.

The captain noticed her actions and he slammed his own cutlery down. That's it, trying to put me off my food is one thing but putting Kisara off hers, I will not let you get away with. His face twisted into a scornful grin. "Now it's my turn to tell you how the meat got into your wellington."

"Please don't!" Ianto moaned and saw Seto give Jack a dangerous glare as he chewed on a mouthful of beef. Neither of their efforts were successful as the abattoir procedure had began to be explained in all its fine gory detail.

"Ow!" Mica felt her leg kicked once more. "Stop it!" She raised her hand and brought it back to strike her brother only to knock over the almost full pitcher in the process.

The water and ice was a cold shock as it landed on Kisara's lap. Swiftly she pushed her chair back and stood up with water dripping everywhere as she gaped in horror.

"MICA, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Rhiannon screamed as she lost hold on all the suppressed emotions she'd been concealing that day.

"I-I-I didn't mean to!" The girl looked terrifyingly from one woman to the other. "David started it. I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, I didn't … mean ... to... "

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, accidents happen." Kisara tried to help ease the now crying child whilst her husband gathered several napkins to brush her down and absorb the spilt liquid.

"You two outside NOW!" Johnny commanded and steered his children towards the restaurant's door. "We can't take you anywhere!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you had just let me go to Jason's house."

"Buh-bye Johnny, thanks for coming!" Jack couldn't help himself as he jeered the man one last time.

"Shut your trap, you Penis Pecker!"

By now the whole restaurant was focused on the disruptive table and murmurs about worthless underclass riff-raff were starting to circulate.

"Oh Ianto!" Rhiannon gasped apologetically as she struggled to find the words to express her dismay for having ruined his wedding day. "I am so very, very sorry."

"Not as sorry as I am." He spoke calmly. I should have known better that to introduce my two worlds together. The troubled and remorseful look on his sister's teary face almost made him shed some of his own. "It's not your fault Rhi. Come on, I'll see you out."

Jack remained silent and seated as he watched the brother and sister leave. "Huh!" He suddenly gave an amused laugh at the insult that had been snarled at him. "Penis Pecker? That's a new one on me."

"Are you okay?" Seto asked his wife now that the commotion had reached its peak and was well in to subsidence.

"Apart from a wet dress I'm fine."

A shadow was cast over the near empty table as a disgruntled sour faced waiter appeared beside the captain. "Your group has caused a major disturbance in this establishment so I am left with no choice but to bill and eject the rest of you as well as bar you all … for life."

"Bring it on!" Jack jeered as he reached inside his trouser pocket for his wallet. He really couldn't care less anymore and as the waiter left to fetch the final bill and the handheld chip n' pin reader, he downed what was left of his champagne. Waste not want not.

"That should do it." Seto stated as he stood back from his wife and looked her over. Maybe not. He decided with a frown at seeing that he'd actually made a bigger mess than before.

As a result of the soddened napkins and the dress material's absorbency, the wet patches had spread further up her body and were now causing the fabric to cling extremely tight to her curves. This resulted in almost very little being left to the mind's imagination and if it was making his pulse race then no doubt there'd be others too.

"What?" Kisara asked curiously as she saw his lips part in to a faint smile and an even fainter laugh left his mouth as he reached for his jacket that he then placed around her. "Darling, what is it?"

"It's nothing." He assured with a returning straight face.

"Well it had to have been something." She pressed on in the hope that the expression would reappear to prove that she hadn't just imagined the wondrous sight that she'd longed for. "I just saw you ..."

"It wasn't a smile." He cut in hastily to be met with a confused look that prompted him to explain. "Okay it may have been, but it wasn't a show of contentment. More like frustration."

"From what?"

Kisara was now venturing beyond his comfort zone and as much as Seto wanted to close up, knew that he should just remain open and honest with her. She was his wife after all. A quick glance over his shoulder saw Jack busy drinking champagne so he lowered his voice and explained himself. "Let's just say that seeing you stood there in that wet dress has currently … effected me … to the point that I couldn't achieve last night."

"Oh!" Now she understood his predicament. It had been an extremely rare occurrence for him to become aroused over the past several months and for it have happened unexpectedly whilst out in public when there was nothing either of them could do to enjoy the moment was no doubt infuriating. Luckily she had an idea that was sure to please them both.

"Kisara?" Her look caused him unease as a smile materialised on her lips. Great, I confess my rawest self and she thinks it's amusing?! That's exactly why I don't …

"Do we, or do we not still have use of the limo?"

Wait, is she trying to suggest that we…? Seto's mouth flapped speechlessly as his heart raced faster and then let out another one of those laugh or cry grins from just a few moments ago. Surely she's not? … We can't! … Can we? He felt his wife's fingers intwine with his and she tugged him closer to her.

"If we go now then we could be done before anyone notices we're gone." She spoke in a coquettish manner and her grin grew wider. "Are you up for the challenge?"

Oh, how I do love you Honey! An eyebrow was pertly raised. "That would be a yes on both counts."

"Here's your bill."

Jack snatched the receipt from the waiter and gave a shocked whistle at seeing the total cost that was just shy of a four digit figure. "I'm so glad I'm not leaving a tip." His debit card was placed into the electronic device and pin was entered.

The card was rejected.

"What?" He tried again.

It was rejected once more.

"Heheh." He gave a nervous laugh under the unamused watch of the sour faced waiter as he attempted a third try. "There's more than enough money in the account so I don't know why…?"

Rejected.

"Oh-kay." The captain let out a sigh and decided that and alternative form of payment was required. "Seto, I'm gonna need you to bail me out of this one."

There was no reply.

"Seto?" Jack looked around for his friend but failed to see him or Kisara anywhere. Where the hell has he got to? He looked back at the waiter and grimaced. "I don't suppose washing the dishes would clear the bill would it?"

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A/N: Here's this chapter a couple of days earlier than intended as I'm off on holiday to France over the weekend and didn't want to forget to post it in the run up. That also means there'll be a bit of a gap/delay with the update of the next chapter until after I get back. Sorry.

AmethystUnarmed:- Nope, I didn't purposely imitate Pegasus for my username, lol. It stems back to when me and my brother used to attend a Yugioh TCG club during its early years. I needed a duelling name, so since Kaiba was my favourite character and I'm a girl, I just stuck the two together (not very original I know) And the 007 part of my nickname was my brother's doing as for some reason or another he thought it hilarious (its a James Bond reference; I HATE James Bond) to add on when writing our entry forms, and its kinda stuck ever since.

KG