fandomweekly | [#159] Honeymoon In Paradise (Torchwood)

Theme Prompt: #159 – Vacation
Title: Honeymoon In Paradise
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: As a surprise for his new husband, Jack has arranged for the Doctor to take them into the future for their honeymoon.

The wedding was long over, the last of the squinches the Doctor had let loose during the ceremony had finally been rounded up, the small, tentacled, bat-winged creatures having gorged themselves on the floral decorations, but Jack and Ianto were still swaying together on the dancefloor.

Why not? It was their wedding day; they had every right to celebrate for as long as they wanted, although Ianto thought they should probably consider going home to finish celebrating somewhere more comfortable, like their bed. It was getting late and most of the guests had drifted away. A clean-up crew was busy folding the chairs and tables, and if they weren’t careful, he and Jack would still be slow dancing when the wedding marquee was taken down and the dancefloor itself packed up.

Before he could say anything to Jack, however, they were interrupted by the Doctor, who had already sent his companions back to the TARDIS with the crate of squinches.

“Right, are you two ready?”

Ianto lifted his head from Jack’s shoulder and peered owlishly at the Time Lord. He was a little tipsy, and also tired. What of it? He’d had a very busy day. He hadn’t expected to spend half the reception chasing tiny flying octopods.

“Ready for what?”

It was Jack who answered. “Our honeymoon of course!”

That woke Ianto up. “We can’t go away on a honeymoon, Jack! We’re lucky we got through the wedding without any Rift alerts, Weevil attacks, or invasion attempts! Trying to leave, even for a few days, would just be asking for trouble!”

“Relax!” Jack was grinning that insufferably smug grin. “It’ll be fine. We won’t be gone long, at least not from the team’s perspective. The Doctor has a time machine, remember? I arranged everything; we’re going to spend a blissful month on an idyllic tropical island paradise in the thirty-third century, but we’ll be back in Cardiff tomorrow morning.”

“You arranged it without asking me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, sort of my wedding gift to you,” Jack explained.

“But I didn’t get you anything!”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.” The grin was back; Jack looked very sure of himself. “So, are we going? Or do you want to stay home and work?”

“Of course we’re going, twpsyn! I just haven’t had a chance to pack. I don’t have sunscreen or anything!”

“We can borrow some clothes from the TARDIS wardrobe, and order whatever else we need when we get to our holiday home. Everything’s computerised. Tell the computer what you want, or browse the catalogues, and have whatever you order delivered to the door within the hour. Couldn’t be simpler!”

Almost before Ianto knew it, the TARDIS had dropped him and his husband off on a white sand beach in front of a long, low bungalow set among fluffy trees that looked a lot like tree ferns. Dazzling tropical flowers filled the air with subtle perfumes, creature that were a cross between birds and feather dusters flitted about calling to each other in flute-like trills, and beneath a pinkish sun a pale violet sea lapped against the beach, making a soft, shushing sound.

Inside, the bungalow was sumptuously furnished in greens, blues, and earth shades. The bed, which appeared to be sunk into the floor, was twice the size of anything you’d find on earth, half of it in what was presumably the bedroom and the other half extending out onto the wide veranda, the wall having been folded back. There was a large living area, also with a foldaway wall, a compact kitchen, and a bathroom with a huge sunken tub.

Ianto took it all in with wide, disbelieving eyes. He didn’t even hear the TARDIS leave. “When you said paradise, you weren’t kidding!”

“Only the best for my husband,” Jack assured him. “What shall we do first, go for a swim?”

“Is it safe to?”

“It wouldn’t be much of an island paradise if it wasn’t. And before you say anything, swimwear is not necessary. There’s nobody else on this island. No one will see you except for me and the birds, and they don’t care.”

“What will we do for food?”

“Dial up whatever you want on the kitchen computer. I had it fully programmed with earth foods, as well as some alien dishes that are compatible with human physiology. All we have to do for the next month is enjoy ourselves.”

And they did. They swam in the sea, sunbathed, and snorkelled over a reef on the far side of the island, among strange feathery fish, furry sea slugs, and mobile plants. They hiked around their island and picnicked beside a waterfall at its centre, sampled countless dishes created by the kitchen computer, although Ianto declined the fish fingers and custard, unsure how that combination had been programmed in, and they made full use of the massive bed, both indoors and out, since the weather was so warm. Even when it rained, a forcefield prevented the rain from reaching them, although it didn’t keep them from rolling off the end of the bed onto the warm, damp sand beyond.

The month passed far faster than Ianto had expected it to, and when the Doctor arrived to pick them up, Ianto said a reluctant goodbye to the birds, and the fish, and the furry slugs, which came out of the water at night to roam around. He’d grown quite fond of them.

All too soon, they were back on earth, and the first thing Ianto did was buy a newspaper. He frowned at it. “Well, isn’t that just great!”

“What’s wrong?”

“You said we’d be back the day after we left!” Ianto thrust the newspaper into Jack’s hands. “Look at the date!”

Jack winced. “Well, that did not go according to plan.”

“You think?”

“He got the day right,” Jack pointed out.

“He brought us back a year before we left!”

“Our honeymoon just got extended.”

The End

[#159] Honeymoon In Paradise (Torchwood)

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