Alright Guys? Good weekend?

Just a quick note before this part to let you know that it - and the next couple - are basically a reworking of the Torchwood episode 'Something Borrowed' (series 2). It won't matter if you haven't seen it... it's pretty self explanatory :)

Evie's TARDIS Diary: Wedding Bells

Age: 18

Location: Cardiff, Wales, Earth

Date: May 2008

Mum went off somewhere and I was bored. When I'm bored I tend to get myself into trouble. Yesterday, though, I decided that rather than doing something stupid and potentially dangerous, I would go and visit Jack and the Torchwood Three team.

Because that wasn't a stupid thing to do. Potentially dangerous? Well, maybe.

There was no one in when I arrived. Teleporting myself to Roald Dahl Plass in Cardiff, I walked purposefully towards the invisible lift, stepping onto the stone and descending into the hub itself. Looking around, it was obviously that the whole team was out. Tosh had left her computer on standby, the usual checks and readings being done and taken. Owen's medical bay was a mess; as usual. Gwen's desk was covered in files, grouped together in thick, brown covers. Myfanwy was flapping around high above my head, as she usually did. The pteranodon recognised me, luckily, and paid me no attention as I wandered around the hub.

After an hour or so there was still no sign of the Torchwood team and I was getting bored. Sitting in Jack's desk chair I twirled round and round, getting steadily dizzier and dizzier. I was even starting to regret my decision to come and pay them a visit. Leaning back I pulled a face.

Then I heard the sirens blaring and heard the flashing lights which signalled the door was being opened. Grinning, I swaggered through the office door and leant against the railings that ran around the edge of the upper platform where Jack's office was. Silently I watched them all coming in.

Jack and Gwen were first, his arm loosely around her shoulders. They were laughing about something or other and Gwen smacked him lightly on the chest before turning away and sitting at her desk, moving the piles of paper around as though she was looking for something. Jack then turned to Ianto, muttering something and the Welshman headed into the kitchen; no doubt to make coffee. Tosh and Owen came into the hub last. It looked to me as though they were bickering which, to be perfectly honest, was more than likely what was happening.

"Oi!" I shouted down from the balcony, making all four down on the level below me whirl around to look in my direction. Cautiously Ianto's head appeared round the kitchen door as he too looked to see who was trying to attract their attention.

"Miss Evie Song!" Jack called out delightedly, his American accent ringing through the shocked silence. He laughed and jumped up the staircase to his office, scooping me up in his arms and swinging me round in a tight hug. "When did you get here?"

"Ages ago! You should really do something about the security on this place." I advised as Jack let me go. "I literally just walked in."

"Ah, but you know how to get into the hub and the system knows you. Besides, if Myfanwy hadn't recognised you, you'd have been dead by now." He pointed out. I nodded, seeing his point.

"Hey, don't keep her to yourself, Jack!" Gwen shouted from below. The American laughed and pulled my by my hand. I almost tripped down the metal steps as he dragged me. No sooner had I steadied myself on the flat floor of the hub when the dark-haired Welsh woman barrelled into me, embracing me tightly. "You arrived just in time, sweetheart!"

"In time?" I asked, slightly confused, glancing round at the others. "In time for what?"

"My wedding of course!" Gwen laughed, fixing me with a slightly bemused look. Painting a grin on my face I nodded as though I wasn't totally lost in this conversation. "I invited you and your Mum… you said you'd be there."

"'Course I'll be there… but there's kind of a problem with Mum… she vanished about two weeks ago on one of her little solo adventures and I haven't heard from her since." I admitted, glancing at Jack. Although he and Mum hadn't spoken in a while – they'd fallen out over something, though never of them would tell me what it was – his face reflected the slight worry I felt.

Mum often vanished like that and turned up a while later absolutely fine. Sometimes it was just because the Doctor was useless at getting to the right place and the right time. Sometimes it was for other reasons. But I always worried.

After fond greetings and hugs from Ianto, Tosh and Owen, I turned back to Gwen, my head tilted slightly to one side. "So, when are you getting married?"

"Tomorrow!" She squealed. My eyebrows must have been in danger of shooting off the top of my head as my mouth dropped open.

"Wow! I really did get here just in time! But I guess I'm gonna need to go shopping. I can't really go to a wedding in this, can I?" I looked down at my blue vest top, black jeans and heavy boots.

"Allow me to escort you, Miss Song?" Jack asked, offering me his arm. I grinned and took it.

"As long as you're paying?"

He grinned. "What else is a Godfather for?"

"Good point… you don't really have any other uses…" I told him giggling. He pretended to look offended, glanced at his watch and pulled me towards the lift. "Gwen, get out of here and enjoy your hen night!" He ordered as we stood on the platform which began to rise slowly. "The rest of you, go home and get some rest! We're going to a wedding tomorrow!"

x-x

"Jack, no!" I complained as he brought me yet another dress to try on. He'd insisted on dragging me to several of Cardiff's most expensive dress shops in the search for my outfit for Gwen and Rhys' wedding. "I told you before I am NOT wearing pink."

He sighed and poked his head through the curtains. Realising that I was only half dressed, he retreated quickly, blushing. I smirked slightly, knowing that if I had been anyone else in the entire universe he'd have pulled some kind of cheeky face and made a flirtatious comment. "Sorry… But it'll look gorgeous on you!"

"No pink." I reiterated firmly.

In the end we compromised. Jack bought me a strapless pale green dress that stopped just above my knees and hot pink high-heels. Then he got offended when the assistant assumed I was his daughter and he muttered about it all the way back to the hub. We stopped for pizza on the way and I snorted with laughter as, yet again, he was mistaken for my father.

"Do I honestly look old enough to be your father?" He demanded as we entered the base. I grinned and dropped my shopping bags on the floor as Jack opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice, collapsing onto the sofa. "Seriously?"

"Yes, Jack, you do." I told him with a shrug, dropping down beside him. "But then again, I look younger than I am, so don't get too annoyed."

"Hmph…" He muttered, attacking his slice of pizza as though it, too, had offended him.

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