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Torchwood Is Yours 11/12
Title: Torchwood Is Yours
Author:humantales
Beta:quean_of_swords
Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rotaryphones
Character: Captain Jack Harkness, OC's
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,432
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Jack lands over a hundred years past where he was aiming, he has some time to fill. Why not spend it baby-sitting the Rift?
Masterlist
1878
"I'm mad," Harry moaned, trying to breathe. "I've gone completely mad, I have. I can't—"
"You don't think you're leaving, do you?" Jack asked, torn between amusement and anger.
"Why couldn't we just get married in front of the magistrate? Why does there have to be all these people?
"Because that's what your lovely bride wants," Tom said. "Stop worrying. All you have to do is repeat your vows, don't vomit, and tell her she's beautiful."
Jack grinned. "And since she is and you're in love with her, that part'll be easy. The vomiting . . . Should I go get Ellie?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks, think I'll take a miss. How much longer? I want to be done with it."
"Last chance to back out," Dave said as he walked into the room the other men were in. "Minister's about to start."
"Oh, God," Harry moaned. "All them people—"
"All those people are ready to cheer for you and Sarah to be happy," Jack said. "So, go do it." He turned to Dave. "Is she ready for me?"
Dave nodded and Jack shook Harry's hand. "Good luck," he said, smirking. Then he left to find the bride's party.
Sarah wasn't in much better shape than Harry. "I should have let him talk me into the magistrate," she said, glaring at Ellie, who was smirking.
"You should have done no such thing," Mrs. Williams said, calmly straightening Sarah's dress. "Everyone wants to cheer for the two of you."
"Yay!" Matthew said, his grin huge. Jack picked him up and spun him around.
"Don't make him sick!" Mrs. Williams snapped.
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said, putting the boy down. "You're getting too big for that anyway," he said as Matthew started running around. Then he turned to Sarah. "You look incredible," he said, surprised at the lump in his throat. "Harry's a lucky man."
It was almost half an hour before they were ready for the bride and her attendants. Watching Ellie as the maid of honour walk up the aisle, Jack turned to Sarah. "You can still back out," he said, feeling strangely reluctant to let her go.
"No," Sarah said, smiling although there were tears in her eyes. "And stop it. You'll still be seeing me every day; I just won't be scaring your current lover when I crawl into bed with you."
Jack laughed. "Usually they're at least half expecting it. It's Matthew that causes all the problems." He took a deep breath. "Even if you quit working at the Warehouse, I will always be there if you need me. Always."
Sarah smiled up at him. "Don't make me cry. Susan has stuff on my face and it'll run and look awful."
"Not possible," Jack said, noticing that Ellie was at the front of the church. "Here we go."
As everyone stood when he walked down the aisle with Sarah, Jack remembered reading about the wedding customs of this time and into the next centuries. He could remember the female students in his classes and how they had strong things to say about a woman being something given from one man to another. He suspected he'd be fighting to protect his honour from them if they could see him standing in Sarah's father's place. Not that Sarah disagreed, but she'd wanted 'a proper wedding' and so that's what she'd have, and that meant a man standing in for her father. When they got to the front, he put Sarah's hands in Harry's and went back to sit in his place of honour.
The ceremony itself was simple, but there were prayers and songs and Bible readings to endure first. Finally, the minister said, "If any man can show just cause, why they may not be lawfully joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace."
"I speak," a man said from the back of the church.
Without thinking about it, Jack stood and turned, ready to do battle with anyone who would disrupt Sarah's wedding. To his horror, two Blowfish were walking up the aisle, carrying rifles that they were clearly ready to use. There were too many people in the way for Jack to be able to shoot safely; his mind was whirling about how to take them down without hurting anyone else.
"You see, this woman is the creature who has murdered several of our brothers," one of them said, "so I think it only fair that we get her." Jack could see Sarah and her attendants whispering to each other, even as they stayed in their places. Mrs. Williams handed her a handkerchief, Jack noticed.
As they passed, one of them stopped and held his rifle on Jack, leering. Jack knew that, as soon as he could get free of the non-combatants, he was killing both of them.
The other had made it to the altar, and grabbed Sarah's hand from Harry's. The minister's eyes were huge; he clearly didn't know how to handle non-human objectors.
"I think you should marry us," the Blowfish holding Sarah's hand said. "Don't you, dear?"
"Here's what I think of your proposal," Sarah said. She lifted the handkerchief, which fell showing the handgun Mrs. Williams must have handed her, and shot the Blowfish in the face.
As soon as she did that, Jack grabbed the rifle from the other one's hands. He was too stunned by the bride's actions to protect himself. Jack hit him over the head, not being any too careful about it.
Dave and Tom pulled their own guns out from their holsters. "We'll be right back, sir," Dave told the minister. "Please wait on us."
Jack brought the rifle up and followed them out onto the sunny street. After surveying the area for several minutes, Tom said, "Looks like it was just those two, yeah?"
"Appears to be. What are you two doing coming to a wedding armed? One in which you're ushers."
Tom shrugged. "Good thing we did. The real question is why were the ladies armed? Hope Harry knows what he's getting into."
Jack led the other two back into the church. He could see that someone had removed the two Blowfish. Hugh Morgan came up and murmured, "A couple of my lot have taken them down to the docks. You can decide what to do with them when you have a bit of time."
"Thanks, Hugh," Jack said. After walking back to his seat, and looking to confirm that Tom and Dave were back in their places, he smiled at the minister. "Sorry about that. You can go on."
"Yes." Looking down at his book, he swallowed hard. "I assume no one else has any objections." Everyone in the church appeared to be holding their breath, but no one said anything. "Very good," the minister said, and continued with the ceremony.
In the reception line after the wedding, nearly every man made a remark to Harry about how he'd better watch his step.
"I already knew that," Harry would say. "I wanted a woman who could watch my back."
"And a fine back it is, too," Sarah said with a laugh.
Jack hadn't realised how on edge he was until Ellie took his fourth glass of champagne from him. "Relax," she said, "everything's fine."
"Is this who we are?" he asked, feeling hopeless. "Because of me, a bride had to kill a man on her wedding day."
"We're all fortunate that those things don't want to interrupt most weddings," he heard behind him. Jack turned and saw the Marquess. "I must say, at least her husband didn't look shocked. Of course," the other man chuckled, "he did look a little annoyed that she beat him to the shot. Your people are a lively bunch." He sat down next to Ellie. "So, tell me, Captain Harkness, why aren't you married?"
Jack stared blankly for a minute. Finally, he stuttered, "M-m-married to my work, sir."
"A man needs heirs," the Marquess said, looking around. "What about you?" he asked Ellie. "You'd certainly have no surprises."
Ellie shook her head. "Not the marrying kind," she said, her eyes huge. "Er, excuse me, I'm needed . . ." She stood and walked away, not quite running.
The Marquess smiled. "If all Warehouse weddings are going to be this exciting," he said as he stood, "I'll be asking for invitations."
The Marquess left, after handing Harry an envelope. Jack banged his head on the table. If all Warehouse weddings were going to be this "exciting", he was going to forbid them.
1879
Author:
humantalesBeta:
quean_of_swordsArtist:
rotaryphonesCharacter: Captain Jack Harkness, OC's
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,432
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Jack lands over a hundred years past where he was aiming, he has some time to fill. Why not spend it baby-sitting the Rift?
Masterlist
1878
"I'm mad," Harry moaned, trying to breathe. "I've gone completely mad, I have. I can't—"
"You don't think you're leaving, do you?" Jack asked, torn between amusement and anger.
"Why couldn't we just get married in front of the magistrate? Why does there have to be all these people?
"Because that's what your lovely bride wants," Tom said. "Stop worrying. All you have to do is repeat your vows, don't vomit, and tell her she's beautiful."
Jack grinned. "And since she is and you're in love with her, that part'll be easy. The vomiting . . . Should I go get Ellie?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks, think I'll take a miss. How much longer? I want to be done with it."
"Last chance to back out," Dave said as he walked into the room the other men were in. "Minister's about to start."
"Oh, God," Harry moaned. "All them people—"
"All those people are ready to cheer for you and Sarah to be happy," Jack said. "So, go do it." He turned to Dave. "Is she ready for me?"
Dave nodded and Jack shook Harry's hand. "Good luck," he said, smirking. Then he left to find the bride's party.
Sarah wasn't in much better shape than Harry. "I should have let him talk me into the magistrate," she said, glaring at Ellie, who was smirking.
"You should have done no such thing," Mrs. Williams said, calmly straightening Sarah's dress. "Everyone wants to cheer for the two of you."
"Yay!" Matthew said, his grin huge. Jack picked him up and spun him around.
"Don't make him sick!" Mrs. Williams snapped.
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said, putting the boy down. "You're getting too big for that anyway," he said as Matthew started running around. Then he turned to Sarah. "You look incredible," he said, surprised at the lump in his throat. "Harry's a lucky man."
It was almost half an hour before they were ready for the bride and her attendants. Watching Ellie as the maid of honour walk up the aisle, Jack turned to Sarah. "You can still back out," he said, feeling strangely reluctant to let her go.
"No," Sarah said, smiling although there were tears in her eyes. "And stop it. You'll still be seeing me every day; I just won't be scaring your current lover when I crawl into bed with you."
Jack laughed. "Usually they're at least half expecting it. It's Matthew that causes all the problems." He took a deep breath. "Even if you quit working at the Warehouse, I will always be there if you need me. Always."
Sarah smiled up at him. "Don't make me cry. Susan has stuff on my face and it'll run and look awful."
"Not possible," Jack said, noticing that Ellie was at the front of the church. "Here we go."
As everyone stood when he walked down the aisle with Sarah, Jack remembered reading about the wedding customs of this time and into the next centuries. He could remember the female students in his classes and how they had strong things to say about a woman being something given from one man to another. He suspected he'd be fighting to protect his honour from them if they could see him standing in Sarah's father's place. Not that Sarah disagreed, but she'd wanted 'a proper wedding' and so that's what she'd have, and that meant a man standing in for her father. When they got to the front, he put Sarah's hands in Harry's and went back to sit in his place of honour.
The ceremony itself was simple, but there were prayers and songs and Bible readings to endure first. Finally, the minister said, "If any man can show just cause, why they may not be lawfully joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace."
"I speak," a man said from the back of the church.
Without thinking about it, Jack stood and turned, ready to do battle with anyone who would disrupt Sarah's wedding. To his horror, two Blowfish were walking up the aisle, carrying rifles that they were clearly ready to use. There were too many people in the way for Jack to be able to shoot safely; his mind was whirling about how to take them down without hurting anyone else.
"You see, this woman is the creature who has murdered several of our brothers," one of them said, "so I think it only fair that we get her." Jack could see Sarah and her attendants whispering to each other, even as they stayed in their places. Mrs. Williams handed her a handkerchief, Jack noticed.
As they passed, one of them stopped and held his rifle on Jack, leering. Jack knew that, as soon as he could get free of the non-combatants, he was killing both of them.
The other had made it to the altar, and grabbed Sarah's hand from Harry's. The minister's eyes were huge; he clearly didn't know how to handle non-human objectors.
"I think you should marry us," the Blowfish holding Sarah's hand said. "Don't you, dear?"
"Here's what I think of your proposal," Sarah said. She lifted the handkerchief, which fell showing the handgun Mrs. Williams must have handed her, and shot the Blowfish in the face.
As soon as she did that, Jack grabbed the rifle from the other one's hands. He was too stunned by the bride's actions to protect himself. Jack hit him over the head, not being any too careful about it.
Dave and Tom pulled their own guns out from their holsters. "We'll be right back, sir," Dave told the minister. "Please wait on us."
Jack brought the rifle up and followed them out onto the sunny street. After surveying the area for several minutes, Tom said, "Looks like it was just those two, yeah?"
"Appears to be. What are you two doing coming to a wedding armed? One in which you're ushers."
Tom shrugged. "Good thing we did. The real question is why were the ladies armed? Hope Harry knows what he's getting into."
Jack led the other two back into the church. He could see that someone had removed the two Blowfish. Hugh Morgan came up and murmured, "A couple of my lot have taken them down to the docks. You can decide what to do with them when you have a bit of time."
"Thanks, Hugh," Jack said. After walking back to his seat, and looking to confirm that Tom and Dave were back in their places, he smiled at the minister. "Sorry about that. You can go on."
"Yes." Looking down at his book, he swallowed hard. "I assume no one else has any objections." Everyone in the church appeared to be holding their breath, but no one said anything. "Very good," the minister said, and continued with the ceremony.
In the reception line after the wedding, nearly every man made a remark to Harry about how he'd better watch his step.
"I already knew that," Harry would say. "I wanted a woman who could watch my back."
"And a fine back it is, too," Sarah said with a laugh.
Jack hadn't realised how on edge he was until Ellie took his fourth glass of champagne from him. "Relax," she said, "everything's fine."
"Is this who we are?" he asked, feeling hopeless. "Because of me, a bride had to kill a man on her wedding day."
"We're all fortunate that those things don't want to interrupt most weddings," he heard behind him. Jack turned and saw the Marquess. "I must say, at least her husband didn't look shocked. Of course," the other man chuckled, "he did look a little annoyed that she beat him to the shot. Your people are a lively bunch." He sat down next to Ellie. "So, tell me, Captain Harkness, why aren't you married?"
Jack stared blankly for a minute. Finally, he stuttered, "M-m-married to my work, sir."
"A man needs heirs," the Marquess said, looking around. "What about you?" he asked Ellie. "You'd certainly have no surprises."
Ellie shook her head. "Not the marrying kind," she said, her eyes huge. "Er, excuse me, I'm needed . . ." She stood and walked away, not quite running.
The Marquess smiled. "If all Warehouse weddings are going to be this exciting," he said as he stood, "I'll be asking for invitations."
The Marquess left, after handing Harry an envelope. Jack banged his head on the table. If all Warehouse weddings were going to be this "exciting", he was going to forbid them.
1879