Chapter 9 – The Reception Uncut
"So when's the tin dog gonna get married to the toaster?" said Jack, making Sarah Jane choke on her wine. Jack obviously wasn't very lack-of-innuendo-talk when it came to robotic life-forms. Donna chose that moment to pass by their table and whack him on the head. The Doctor grinned at this. "Hey, Pete, where were you? You miss your own daughter's weddin'!" said Jack. "I was comin', but I got an urgent call from my world's Torchwood 1." said Pete Tyler, leaning down to give his daughter – parallel or not – a kiss on the cheek. "My team came with us to the weddin'... Okay, the boys stayed back to the football, but that's not the point!" said Jack, making everyone roar with laughter and turning to a nice shade of crimson. Suddenly, music started playing. Dance music. "Care to dance?" said the Doctor, holding out his hand to Rose. "Yah got two left feet, remember? Oh, go on then!" she said, allowing herself to be dragged to the dance floor. Pete followed suit with Jackie. "I wish Ianto was here..." said Jack airily. "You danced with 'im at my weddin', ya idiot. You just go do whatever you do, chat up the barman or somethin', and we can all meet back up at the buffet 15 minutes later." said Gwen. "Can do!" said Jack, heading towards the bar. Jack smiled at the newlywed on the dance floor. "They'll do well together..."
A/N: Aww, a happy ending... to the reception! I've gotta write the epilogue now! Wow, two updates in one day, you guys sure are lucky... I might make it three; I've been slacking on my updates lately. Once the epilogue is posted, this'll be my first 10 chapter fanfic! Oh, and it'll be my first FINISHED fanfic! Sorry I was so mean to Jack in my last A/N, hopefully the Jack-centric stuff in this chapter makes up for it! R&R, plz! I don't post these things for nothing, you know!