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[#045] WORTH THE COST (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #045 - Spared no expense
Title: Worth the cost
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Everybody loves a good wedding
Jack stared around the room, taking it all in. For all the grief and all the complaints he’d had to suffer listening to over the last few months, it really had turned out quite beautiful. Gwen and Rhys had spared no expense in getting everything just perfect. This wasn’t just some shotgun wedding, thrown together in haste. Nor was it a consolation prize for Gwen, knowing that she could never have Jack. She loved Rhys with all her heart, and today she’d shown just how much she truly loved him. She'd kept her head despite all the obstacles thrown in her path, kicked some alien shape-shifter arse, and made it the best Torchwood wedding Jack had been to in years. Rhys was a very lucky man, whether he realised it or not.
She'd given up so much already, working for Torchwood. They both had in truth, sacrificing the simple act of being together like a normal couple, putting up with the long hours, the endless danger and the risk that one day she might not make it home to him.
Torchwood had a habit of ruining more relationships than it did creating them, and Jack should know. He'd been through more breakups than anyone.
Somehow though, Gwen and Rhys has made it through the mire, sticking by one another through all the horrors that Torchwood could throw at them. He'd really had to force Gwen not to give up on it at the beginning, but somewhere along the way she'd grown up, realising how precious her relationship with Rhys was. He was glad that she'd fought like hell for it.
It was nice to see the exorbitant paycheque he gave her every month being put to good use. The danger pay barely compensated the team for everything they had to go through, and most of them didn't have the time or inclination to spend it on themselves. They deserved to be treated to something nice. Perhaps today might remind the rest of them not to waste their lives.
The flowers were gorgeous, set in bright reds, yellows and oranges. Not traditional wedding colours by any stretch, but then Gwen was no ordinary girl. He admired the bold choice.
The grand old Victorian hall was impressive too. They’d booked out the entire venue and all of the plush rooms. It made Jack wish they’d thought to stay there as well. Then again, someone had to keep and eye on the rift. Still, a walk through the manicured gardens surrounding the hall, mile after mile of lush acreage, would have been nice. He didn’t have to ask to know that views like that didn’t come cheap. He regretted the broken window in the main hall, which a few hours ago had become the desperate escape route for their alien shape-shifter. He’d get that sorted out tomorrow. No sense the happy couple being lumped with the bill for the damage. Oh, that reminded him. There were a bunch of body bits upstairs that needed cleaning up, too. Poor Mervyn.
The view from inside was pretty nice too. The bridal party might have been, well, a little rough around the edges, but even they polished up nicely in rich reds and gold. If they didn’t open their mouths to speak, he could have almost confused them for royalty, or at the least upper middle class. Well, maybe not Banana Boat...
And as for the bride and groom themselves? Stunning. Gwen had switched her oversized, blood-covered gown - the one he and Ianto had gifted - for her original dress. The one she would have worn had Torchwood not interrupted their lives. He let out a contented breath. Everything was just as it should be.
'What will you do when I’m gone?' she asked, as he gently swayed her on the dance floor. She'd noticed that he was a million miles away, trying to bring him back into the present. Jack blinked and smiled at her. She wasn’t his bride, nor would she ever be, and that was exactly how it was meant to be.
'Oh, the usual. Pizza, Ianto, save the would a coupla times...' She laughed and he loved the sound. Gwen would be happy with Rhys, long after Torchwood was gone, and him along with it. That was his gift to her.
He realised he’d been making eyes at Gwen when finally she pulled away, revealing Ianto politely trying to cut in. Jack let go of the blushing bride only to have Ianto step up in front of him. He didn't want to dance with Gwen. Oh, could this wedding get any more perfect? he thought, wrapping his arms around Ianto.
'Jealous?' Jack asked, unable to wipe the grin off his face as Ianto clutched him possessively. Jack admired him for cutting in on his dance with Gwen. The old Ianto never would have done that.
There was the tiniest sound of a scoff. 'Could ask you the same thing,' he replied, avoiding answering.
'Jealous? Do I strike you as the jealous type?'
'A bit.' By which he of course meant, a lot.
No. Not anymore, he thought. The old me, definitely. The new me knows when he's on to a good thing.
'I hit the jackpot long ago.' He leant in and kissed Ianto, not caring if he was stealing the bride's thunder on her big day. He didn't want Ianto thinking he was second best to anyone. He'd show him just how important was, no what what it cost Jack personally.
The slow song finally ended and on came something with a lot more beat.
'Now, this is more my kinda music,' Jack said, suddenly dipping Ianto low and leaving him there gripping to Jack for dear life, before finally bringing him back upright. 'Compliments to the DJ.'
'The bride has excellent taste,' Ianto replied.
They both laughed. Yes, just like Gwen and Rhys, they’d definitely scored the ultimate prize in each other. It wasn't always easy, but it was worth it.
Title: Worth the cost
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Everybody loves a good wedding
Jack stared around the room, taking it all in. For all the grief and all the complaints he’d had to suffer listening to over the last few months, it really had turned out quite beautiful. Gwen and Rhys had spared no expense in getting everything just perfect. This wasn’t just some shotgun wedding, thrown together in haste. Nor was it a consolation prize for Gwen, knowing that she could never have Jack. She loved Rhys with all her heart, and today she’d shown just how much she truly loved him. She'd kept her head despite all the obstacles thrown in her path, kicked some alien shape-shifter arse, and made it the best Torchwood wedding Jack had been to in years. Rhys was a very lucky man, whether he realised it or not.
She'd given up so much already, working for Torchwood. They both had in truth, sacrificing the simple act of being together like a normal couple, putting up with the long hours, the endless danger and the risk that one day she might not make it home to him.
Torchwood had a habit of ruining more relationships than it did creating them, and Jack should know. He'd been through more breakups than anyone.
Somehow though, Gwen and Rhys has made it through the mire, sticking by one another through all the horrors that Torchwood could throw at them. He'd really had to force Gwen not to give up on it at the beginning, but somewhere along the way she'd grown up, realising how precious her relationship with Rhys was. He was glad that she'd fought like hell for it.
It was nice to see the exorbitant paycheque he gave her every month being put to good use. The danger pay barely compensated the team for everything they had to go through, and most of them didn't have the time or inclination to spend it on themselves. They deserved to be treated to something nice. Perhaps today might remind the rest of them not to waste their lives.
The flowers were gorgeous, set in bright reds, yellows and oranges. Not traditional wedding colours by any stretch, but then Gwen was no ordinary girl. He admired the bold choice.
The grand old Victorian hall was impressive too. They’d booked out the entire venue and all of the plush rooms. It made Jack wish they’d thought to stay there as well. Then again, someone had to keep and eye on the rift. Still, a walk through the manicured gardens surrounding the hall, mile after mile of lush acreage, would have been nice. He didn’t have to ask to know that views like that didn’t come cheap. He regretted the broken window in the main hall, which a few hours ago had become the desperate escape route for their alien shape-shifter. He’d get that sorted out tomorrow. No sense the happy couple being lumped with the bill for the damage. Oh, that reminded him. There were a bunch of body bits upstairs that needed cleaning up, too. Poor Mervyn.
The view from inside was pretty nice too. The bridal party might have been, well, a little rough around the edges, but even they polished up nicely in rich reds and gold. If they didn’t open their mouths to speak, he could have almost confused them for royalty, or at the least upper middle class. Well, maybe not Banana Boat...
And as for the bride and groom themselves? Stunning. Gwen had switched her oversized, blood-covered gown - the one he and Ianto had gifted - for her original dress. The one she would have worn had Torchwood not interrupted their lives. He let out a contented breath. Everything was just as it should be.
'What will you do when I’m gone?' she asked, as he gently swayed her on the dance floor. She'd noticed that he was a million miles away, trying to bring him back into the present. Jack blinked and smiled at her. She wasn’t his bride, nor would she ever be, and that was exactly how it was meant to be.
'Oh, the usual. Pizza, Ianto, save the would a coupla times...' She laughed and he loved the sound. Gwen would be happy with Rhys, long after Torchwood was gone, and him along with it. That was his gift to her.
He realised he’d been making eyes at Gwen when finally she pulled away, revealing Ianto politely trying to cut in. Jack let go of the blushing bride only to have Ianto step up in front of him. He didn't want to dance with Gwen. Oh, could this wedding get any more perfect? he thought, wrapping his arms around Ianto.
'Jealous?' Jack asked, unable to wipe the grin off his face as Ianto clutched him possessively. Jack admired him for cutting in on his dance with Gwen. The old Ianto never would have done that.
There was the tiniest sound of a scoff. 'Could ask you the same thing,' he replied, avoiding answering.
'Jealous? Do I strike you as the jealous type?'
'A bit.' By which he of course meant, a lot.
No. Not anymore, he thought. The old me, definitely. The new me knows when he's on to a good thing.
'I hit the jackpot long ago.' He leant in and kissed Ianto, not caring if he was stealing the bride's thunder on her big day. He didn't want Ianto thinking he was second best to anyone. He'd show him just how important was, no what what it cost Jack personally.
The slow song finally ended and on came something with a lot more beat.
'Now, this is more my kinda music,' Jack said, suddenly dipping Ianto low and leaving him there gripping to Jack for dear life, before finally bringing him back upright. 'Compliments to the DJ.'
'The bride has excellent taste,' Ianto replied.
They both laughed. Yes, just like Gwen and Rhys, they’d definitely scored the ultimate prize in each other. It wasn't always easy, but it was worth it.