I sense there's something in the wind
that feels like tragedy's at hand,
and though I'd like to stand by him,
can't shake this feeling that I have.
Sally's song- Amy Lee
Something Borrowed: part 2
Gwen and Rhys stood at the end of the aisle, eyes for no one but each other, as the whole congregation applauded. Winter smiled and ruffled Pips fur; he had had to spend the whole service on her lap and was rather frustrated but that didn't bother her now, now that the wedding had had a happy ending. Gwen and Rhys were married, the nostrovite was lying in little pieces down in the barn and Ianto had managed to call in another DJ at the last minute. Alls well that ends well, as they said.
She followed the congregation out of the hall while they set up for the meal and spent some time chatting with various members of Gwen's family who all seemed perfectly at ease now. In fact Gwen pointed out that her father had taken quite a shine to her, Winter had laughed and got back to the conversation at hand (the control of the weevil population).
There was always going to be this moment though. She had expected it as soon as the music started. Dancing crazily with Gwen and the bridesmaids was one thing but watching Jack and Ianto slow dance was another. Rhys twirled Gwen around on the edge of the dance floor and even Tosh and Owen were slowly swaying at the back. She placed Peregrine on the table and quickly slipped out of the room to the Ladies. Sliding into a stall and sitting on the closed lid.
That was the thing about weddings. It was a couples thing. She'd never thought about it before but suddenly there was a great big gaping whole in her heart. She put a hand to her chest and neck to see if underneath there was still blood flowing. The alcohol she had consumed only served to magnify her emotions.
She furiously wiped away tracks of tears and pulled the hat off her head, scrunching her hair in her hand. She'd only felt like this twice before once, standing outside a burning building and the other, watching Ianto fall to the floor of a boiler room with a bullet in his head. The feeling told her she would be alone forever, that she would end up bleeding on the floor of some godforsaken warehouse on the outskirts of Cardiff with no one to cry by her side. No one to inform of her death. She'd just be another body in the morgue.
She pushed the stall door open and headed out into the dark. The cold wind bit into her skin and dried the tears on her face. She placed the hat back on her head and sighed, wrapping her arms around herself and looking up at the moon.
TTT
'Come midnight you're the wedding fairy.' Ianto commented as he got up from the table.
Jack looked around at his team. As they cleared up the tables but someone was missing. Pip sat on a table next to the door. He was staring through it, like he was waiting for something, or someone. Where was she?
Jack grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and headed out of the door. Ladies? No, no one could spend that long in there. Bedrooms? She didn't have one. He glanced at the door and sighed. Winter was swaying in the moonlight with her eyes closed, a glass of whisky held to her chest and one hand brushing her cheek with her knuckles. Wasn't she cold?
He pushed the door open and made to call out to her but something stopped him. She was speaking, no… singing. A haunting tune that seemed to fit the picture in front of him. The young woman with the flowing hair that danced in the cold wind and shimmered in the moonlight. He stopped and listened, as silent as could be, one noise and she might stop.
After a minute she sniffed and stopped to take a sip of her drink. He quietly approached her side and slipped his coat over her shoulders. She started and swung around to face him and he frowned a little when he saw her face. Although it was dry now her mascara had melted away in some places and he had seen enough crying women in his time.
'Sorry,' she murmured, 'I was going to come back in, have you been looking long.'
He shook his head and lifted her chin. 'Speak to me,' he pleaded, 'what's wrong?'
She waved him off. 'The wedding's just got me all sentimental that's all.'
Jack watched her face for a moment and for a second she thought he was going to kiss her but her pulled back and nodded, holding out his arm and escorting her back inside.
TTT
Once inside he dropped her off at the bathrooms so she could fix her make-up and she re-joined her friends in the main hall as they cleaned up. Sitting at a free table, Winter watched Tosh who was pouring all the excess champaign into bottles to be disposed of back at the hub, then looked over at Ianto, wiping Nostrovite blood from the wall, at Jack who was laying everyone down at the tables so they wouldn't fall over and hurt themselves, and then at Owen, who was sweeping broken glass from the window. Just as her eyes hit him he looked up at her and frowned.
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'Are you gonna wait until this glass turns back to sand or are you going to help me?'
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