amuly | Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 4, Chapter 2

Title: Gwil's Guide to Growing Up Torchwood: Year 4, Chapter 2
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, +Team, +Gwil, +Eleven, Amy, Rory
Word Count: 1,552
Rating: PG
Summary: When a seven-year-old boy falls through the Rift, Ianto and Jack decide to adopt him. This is the story of his life at Torchwood.
Chapter Summary: Ianto's perfectly planned wedding is interrupted by a guest who didn't exactly RSVP.
Warnings: IT BEGINS
A/N: Soooo. Enjoy. >:D (Also: There is a ridiculously hidden Rugrats: In Paris reference in this fic. All the internets to someone who spots it.)

Previous Chapter: Year 4, Chapter 1
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Ianto breathed deep, resisting the urge to rock nervously on the balls of his feet. He glanced to the man standing next to him, looking positively stunning and ridiculously handsome in his suit. Jack smiled back.

Ready? Jack mouthed at him. Ianto nodded curtly, before flashing what he thought was a reassuring smile. He wasn't nervous. He wasn't. Well: he might be nervous about the Rift blowing up in their face, or something going terribly wrong with the ceremony as Torchwood weddings were wont to do, but he certainly wasn't nervous about marrying Jack. Of course not.

Ianto rocked back and forth again.

In the small room at the registrar's office were the entirety of the Torchwood wedding party. On Ianto's side was Rhiannon, Johnny, and David. Mischa was in the back with Gwil, waiting to come in as flower girl and ring bearer respectively. Rhiannon was already crying, dabbing the corner of her eyes with a hankie and clutching Johnny's arm in a steel grip. There had been some argument over whose side Gwen, Rhys, Tosh, and Owen would sit. Ultimately it was decided that they could split it down the middle: Gwen and Rhys (with baby Braith cradled in Gwen's arms) on Jack's side of the room, Tosh and Owen on Ianto's side. Andy had also opted to stay on Ianto's side, citing something about the Welsh sticking together.

On Jack's side, sitting alongside Gwen and Rhys were Martha and Mickey, dressed to the nines. Martha even had an oversized, ridiculous hat gracing her head: “If I can't wear it now when else will I have the chance?!”. Alice and Steven were conspicuously absent – Ianto had actually tried one last chance at getting them to come by driving down to Alice's home himself. He found the door promptly slammed in his face the moment he introduced himself, followed by a shouted “He'll hurt you! He always does!” as a parting gift from Alice through the door. He hadn't told Jack about his attempt.

The music started, and Jack and Ianto turned to the doors as they opened. Mischa and Gwil scrambled in: Mischa throwing flower petals all around as she sashayed down the aisle in her pretty dress; Gwil looking quite serious in his little suit, complete with properly folded pocket square and matching red silk tie. His curly hair was temporarily smoothed back with a handful of styling gel, though bits of it were already trying to escape the attempt at order.

When Mischa reached the front of the room, she dumped the remainder of her flower petals at Jack and Ianto's feet, then hurried over to her mom, empty basket swinging wildly in her hand. Ianto frowned down at the mess, but his attention was quickly drawn away from it by Gwil, who was holding his hand up for Ianto to hold. Ianto took it, squeezing it tightly as Gwil beamed up at him. On his left side, Jack took Gwil's other hand as the registrar began the ceremony.

Ianto had gone over every bit of the ceremony himself, making it short and to the point – and without any “'til death do us part”s to spoil the mood. It should have taken about fifteen minutes, start to finish: after which, they had a lovely reception planned at a local restaurant, where they had rented out the back room. Simple, easy, basic wedding. Not much room for anything to go wrong.

Just as the registrar was getting to the bit where Jack and Ianto were supposed to say their “I do”s, Ianto realized that he should have touched wood. God forbid a Torchwood ceremony go off without a hitch. A whirring noise filled the air like the grinding of a spaceship whose parking brakes were on. Jack, Martha, and Mickey's heads whipped up immediately, scanning the room with childlike enthusiasm.

“Did you invite him?” Jack asked Martha, hope flickering across his face. Ianto felt his stomach start to drop.

Martha's expression was one of utter confusion as she looked around the room for the distinctive blue box. Mickey was out of his seat and racing to the door, peering out into the hall. “No!” Martha turned to Jack. “I couldn't get in contact with him! He lost my phone, I think.”

Mickey was cocking his head at the doorway, before turning back into the room. “And his face. He's got a new one!” Jack's eyebrows shot up to his hairline before he released Gwil's hand and raced over to Mickey. Ianto felt his stomach slam down to the floor as it completed its drop. This wasn't going to be good. Where the Doctor went, trouble followed. And Ianto did not need the Doctor's particular brand of trouble on his wedding day.

Andy was shifting in his seat, turning to Tosh and Owen. “Wait... this is that alien bloke? The one in the Police Box that's always saving the world? That Martha and Mickey used to travel with?”

Tosh confirmed this. “Yes. I met him twice: once in London, once when we were saving the world from the Daleks. He's quite pleasant, if a bit... mad scientist-y.”

Rhiannon and Johnny appeared to be doing their best to appear as though they were used to this sort of thing, though Rhiannon's grip on Mischa's shoulder all too obviously revealed her actual insecurities over the whole affair.

“Doctor!” Jack's shout boomed through the room and probably down the hall. “Nice hair! Don't know if I'm loving the bow tie, though.”

A moment later the man himself stepped through the door, pushing Jack aside with an absentminded arm. “Shut it, Jack. Bow ties are cool.” He was staring down at a little metal device in his hand which was glowing green and making an odd little buzzing noise. Sonic screwdriver, Ianto's archivist mind supplied.

“So did you hear about the wedding? We tried to send you an invite, but-”

“What wedding?” The young man – because he was surprisingly young, in this incarnation – was staring intently down at his sonic screwdriver, sweeping it in a slow grid across the room. “Whose wedding?” The Doctor paused, glancing away from his sonic for just long enough to level Jack with a shocked stare. “It's not your wedding, is it?”

Jack rubbed the back of his head a bit sheepishly. Ianto took this as his cue to step forward, pushing Gwil behind him. Not that he didn't believe the Doctor was good... just things tended to go wrong when he was around. And Ianto wasn't about to let that predilection for attracting mishaps happen around his son. “Hello. Ianto Jones. We've met once before.”

To Ianto's surprise – though it probably shouldn't have been, knowing what he did about the Doctor – the man leaned away from him, raking his eyes over him from head to foot. Then he whipped his sonic screwdriver in front of him and scanned Ianto with it, staring at the readings for just a second before clicking it shut. “It's not you,” he mumbled to himself. “But you're close to it.”

Ianto's heart decided to move the opposite direction of his stomach and take up residence in his throat. Jack seemed relatively unconcerned, focusing his attention instead on the two new arrivals who were making their way through the door. “New Companions?” he shouted back at the Doctor as he made his way over to the young man and woman. “Oh, and gorgeous ones, too. Hey,” Jack held out his hand to the pretty redheaded woman, “I'm Captain Jack Harkness.”

“Just ignore him,” the Doctor shouted back over his shoulder to his companions as he continued to scan random pieces of the room with his screwdriver. “He's getting married, anyway. Apparently.”

Jack winked exaggeratedly at the man standing next to the woman. “Still. Doesn't mean we couldn't have some fun. You two married, then?”

The young man scooted closer to the redhead, wrapping his arm protectively around her. “Yes. Amy's my wife.”

For her part, Amy didn't seem all that put-off by Jack's attention. In fact, she took a step forward out of her husband's arm and sidled closer to Jack, sticking out a hand. “Why hello, Captain Jack. Just ignore Rory: he's the jealous type.”

Behind her, Rory stared up at the ceiling in what appeared to be a well-practiced look of exasperation. Ianto felt an abrupt and fierce kinship with the young man.

Too late, Ianto realized that he had been distracted. Behind him sounded the unmistakable buzz of the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. He whirled around in time to see Gwil peering curiously up at the Doctor, who was reading the side of his sonic with a increasing look of panic on his face. Instinctively Ianto dropped down to his haunches – ignoring the wrinkles he was sure to be creating in his suit – and hugged Gwil close to his chest.

Behind him, Ianto realized Jack had gone quiet: the whole room had, in fact. In the silence the Doctor pointed a single finger at Gwil and shouted: “What in great Gallifrey is he doing here?!”

NB: No spoilers from Doctor Who Series 6 while Eleven's in this fic: promise. So long as you've seen Series 5 you should be good.

Continue on to Chapter 3.

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