Jack and Ianto had left straight away, ready to do the meet and greets at the reception room. First walked in Tosh, who handed them their gift, kissed them both on the cheek, and walked through. Next Owen, who was staring at Tosh in a way Ianto had never seen him look at anyone before. Then, the last of the Torchwood employees, Gwen, who was hand in hand with Rhys, then the Doctor and John, who, much to Jack's surprise, were holding hands.
Then Rhiannon. "Oh, Ianto, come here!" She exclaimed, pulling her little brother into a bone-crushing hug. "I'm so happy for you."
"Er, great." Rhiannon didn't let him go. "Rhi?"
"Yes, love?"
"Difficulty breathing."
"Oh, sorry." She said, letting go. And then it was Jack's turn to be hugged, but he didn't quite turn the shade of purple Ianto had. Then the kids, David hugged Ianto, and Mica jumped into Jack's arms.
"Are you Uncle Jack now?" She asked.
"Er..." Jack looked at Ianto, who nodded encouragingly. "Yeah, suppose I am."
Mica grinned, then let go of her new uncle, moving into Ianto's arms.
Then it was Martha and Mickey, whom both of Jack pulled into a hug. His arms weren't quite big enough, and Martha was sort of sidelined. She held out a hand to Ianto. "Martha Jones, former companion of the Doctor." She introduced herself.
"Oh, right!" Ianto grinned. "Ianto Jones. I'm jealous! It must be amazing to travel with the Doctor!"
"Oh, it is." Martha assured him. "So, you're the man who's taken Jack off the market?"
"Yes, ma'am." Martha couldn't help but like Ianto. He was charming, sophisticated, and damn gorgeous.
"Many hearts have broken." Martha paused. "Though," She added, eyeing Ianto up and down. "Probably more because of Jack."
Ianto blushed. "Thank you. Anyway, pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, yes, we must talk some more later!" Oh God, she was getting obsessive already. She had to learn to control herself, Martha told herself. But, come on, he was absurdly attractive, on a par with Jack himself.
"Martha!" Jack had let go of Mickey, and pulled Martha into a more substantial hug.
Mickey looked at Ianto, smiling. "Heya," He held out a hand, which Ianto accepted, gratefully. "Mickey Smith."
"Ianto Jones." Ianto told him, grinning back. "How do you know Jack?"
"Er..." Mickey thought about it. "I'm the ex-boyfriend of one of the Doctors companions."
"What...do you mean..." Ianto raised his eyebrows towards Martha.
"Oh, no!" Mickey exclaimed. "God, I wish."
Ianto laughed. "We'll talk later, yeah?"
"Sure, mate." Mickey, like Martha, was already becoming attached to Ianto. He was a very likable guy. And, unusually, when Jack wrapped an arm around Ianto, and kissed him on the forehead, Mickey smiled. Oh God, Mickey, mate, he said to himself, snap out of it.
*
Jack pulled out Ianto's chair as they walked into the wedding reception room, and went to sit down. "Oh, you're such a gentleman." Ianto teased.
Jack grinned. "You love it."
Ianto just smiled as Jack sat down next to him, leaning over to whisper in his ear: "Can we just skip this and get straight to the wedding night?"
"I think that might alarm the guests somewhat." Ianto reminded him. "I know you're a bit of an exhibitionist, but that's going a bit far..."
"How long is this gunna go on for?"
"Just shut up and enjoy it." Ianto warned.
"I love it when you get feisty," Jack muttered, but settled back in his seat without any further sarcastic comments.
They were sat at a large, round table, all of their wedding guests surrounding them: The Doctor sat next to Jack, Tosh next to Ianto. Then Rhiannon, followed by her family, Gwen and Rhys, and Martha and Mickey were round by John Hart, who was sat next to the Doctor.
Martha, Mickey, John and the Doctor were already discussing...well, time spacey stuff, Ianto concluded. Then he noticed something, nudged his...husband (!), and whispered: "Jack?"
"Mmm?"
"You noticed the TARDIS sitting in the corner?"
"What?" Jack looked startled, craning his head round. "Oh my God, what's that doing here?"
"Maybe the Doctor got it working, and he and John are gunna go straight from here?" Ianto suggested.
"Hmm...Could be." Jack smiled. "Nice work, Yan. We'll make a detective of you yet."
"Oh, God, don't tell me I'll have to get that job the same way I got this one." Ianto teased.
"What, tight jeans?"
"I was thinking more being chased by a pterodactyl..."
"Pteradon." Jack corrected.
"Whatever. It still packed a punch."
"You weren't holding onto its leg." Jack reminded him.
"No, but I seem to remember a certain someone falling on me?"
"Oh, like you were complaining!" Jack wasn't aware of how loud his voice had got, and how everyone else's conversations had dropped, and they were all staring, bemused at Jack and Ianto.
"Right, so, who's for food?"
*
When the meal was nearly over, conversation was dying down; Jack leaned over to talk to the Doctor and John. "Hey, guys, what's the TARDIS doing here?"
"Why you asking me?" John replied, indignantly.
"I know you have something to do with this."
"Well...I guess you could call it your wedding present." The Doctor shrugged.
"You what?! You're giving me the TARDIS?"
"Hell no!" The Doctor and John exclaimed at the same time.
"So, what is it?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."
*
Ianto's niece and nephew had started to get tired, so Rhiannon had reluctantly left, Johnny in tow. So, down to business. "Right, Doctor, what's going on?" Jack demanded to know.
"What do you mean?" The Doctor asked, ever innocent.
"What's the TARDIS doing here?"
Another nonchalant shrug from the Doctor, followed by an innocent look from John.
"Doctor. Seriously. Tell me. Now."
"I've got a surprise for Ianto." The Doctor explained.
"What do you..." Ianto started to say, when the Doctor pulled him up, and disappeared with him inside the TARDIS...
