Martha and Tom Get Married
Martha and Tom Get Married
Pairings: Martha/Tom, Jack/Ianto, everyone else
Rating: G
Summary: Just as it says on the tin, guest appearance by the Doctor.
Notes: I told you there'd be a new chapter by the weekend.
Martha Jones was stood in Jack’s office as he entered it that morning with her arms crossed firmly over her chest and air of determination spicing the atmosphere.
“Yes?” he gestured for her to have a seat as he rounded his desk and did so himself.
The woman remained standing. “The Rift indicator shows that this weekend is going to be slow with low-level retrievals only.”
“Take the weekend off,” Jack said and smiled, proud of himself for having read her mind.
Martha shook her head. “That’s not all. Tom and I have been engaged for quite some time now and my mum is getting antsy. Come to that, so am I.”
Jack nodded. He understood the force that is Francine Jones. “Take the week off.”
“This isn’t just about vacation time, Jack,” Martha said. “We’re booked this Saturday afternoon at a chapel in London. The whole of Torchwood will be there, you will properly introduce Ianto and Emrys to my family so they can adopt them the way they adopted you, you will keep my dad and Leon from delivering too many ‘hurt Martha and we’ll kill you’ speeches, and you will see to it that Mickey is sitting next to Tish. Understood?”
Jack saluted by force of habit. “Yes, ma’am!”
Which is how the Torchwood team and their friends and family found themselves in a little chapel just round the corner from where Martha grew up.
“Jack Harkness!” Francine exclaimed when he emerged from the car.
Jack beamed and hugged the older woman, finishing with a kiss to her hand. “Francine, you get younger every time I see you.”
“A lie I can live with,” the woman smiled, “thank you for giving Martha the time off to finally get this wedding off the ground. And who’s this?”
Ianto had retrieved Emrys from his car seat and taken his place by Jack’s side. Shifting the infant to his shoulder, Ianto held out a hand. “Ianto Jones, ma’am.”
“Oh, the famous Ianto. I’ve heard so many stories about you. And this must be Emrys then.” Taking the silent hint from Jack, Ianto let Francine take Emrys from his arms. “He’s beautiful.” As if remembering something, Martha’s mum placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about your friends.”
Jack nodded. “It’s been three months, we’re all adjusting to each other.”
Giving Emrys just one more bounce on her hip, Francine relinquished the boy to Jack. “I should go check in again on the bride. Her father’s in there with her and heaven knows what sort of horror stories of married life he’s sharing. And I best kick him out before he starts the speech about watching his baby girl get wed and they cry and we have to start all over again with Martha’s make-up,” with a fond smile, the woman left.
“She’s just like you describe,” Ianto commented.
“Francine Jones needs no embellishment,” Jack grinned. “She’ll have adopted you as her son-in-law by the end of the day. Along with Tom.”
“Jack!” A cheerful voice shouted.
The men turned to see the Evans’ family striding towards them, June waving her hand, and Diana a step ahead of her parents. When the little girl reached them, she pointed a finger up at Emrys. “Baby. Emrys. He’s small.”
June smiled as she reached them, scooping up Diana and pressing a cheek to first Ianto’s, then Jack’s cheek and finally to the top of Emrys’ head.
“June?” Ianto raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”
Clark fielded that one. “Jack here arranged everything. Train tickets, hotel stay, the lot, even childcare for all the munchkins tomorrow so us parents can make a day of it.” He firmly shook Jack’s free hand. “Thanks for all that, mate.”
“My pleasure,” Jack replied.
“And not just us,” June smiled. “Practically the whole clientele of the shop. From Onyx down to our new Jenny Lloyd.”
Ianto turned startled eyes on his lover.
"Martha couldn’t have the wedding without all of her friends, so I made sure they could all be here.”
The young Welshman looked at his partner and fell silently just a little more in love with him.
“Well, c’mon,” June said when the mutual love fest in the men’s eyes went on a bit long, “let’s go find us all seat. We’re a large crowd and this is a small church.”
Even though June was correct, everyone managed to find a seat, with small children sitting on their parent’s laps. When Martha waked down the aisle, the whole room drew their collective breath; she was a vision of loveliness in a pale cream gown with small white roses fixed into her up-do. Everything went perfectly.
Until the vicar said, “If anyone has any-” and was cut off by the church door banging open.
“I haven’t miss it have, I?”
Martha called out, “Doctor!”
The Doctor took a look at the scene. “Did I interu-” he caught the look of murder on Martha’s face “-I see that I have. So sorry. Carry on!”
Martha rolled her eyes and met Jack’s. “Torchwood wedding,” he mouthed and shrugged his shoulders.
“Right, if we could continue please,” the vicar said. “Take a seat, sir.”
“Righto!”
With the Doctor seated, smiling fondly at the bride, the ceremony continued with no further interruptions. Once it was over, everyone went to the hotel ballroom for the reception.
“You look beautiful,” Jack said sincerely as he greeted Martha.
“Thanks,” she blushed. “I could just strangle the Doctor though.”
Jack shrugged. “He made it to your wedding though. Across all of time and space, this is the one place he wanted to be most.”
Martha smiled. “End of the World Club,” she said.
The Captain nodded and moved to shake Tom’s hand. “I know she told me to rescue you from her father and brother, but-”
“If I ever hurt Martha you will hunt me down and make me wish you’d kill me,” Tom finished.
“That was my basic speech,” Jack nodded, “how’d you know?”
Tom glanced at his wife. “It’s what I would do if someone hurt her.”
Jack clapped Tom’s shoulder. “You’re getting the best girl in the world and I’ve never been more sure than in this moment that you completely deserve her.”
Pairings: Martha/Tom, Jack/Ianto, everyone else
Rating: G
Summary: Just as it says on the tin, guest appearance by the Doctor.
Notes: I told you there'd be a new chapter by the weekend.
Martha Jones was stood in Jack’s office as he entered it that morning with her arms crossed firmly over her chest and air of determination spicing the atmosphere.
“Yes?” he gestured for her to have a seat as he rounded his desk and did so himself.
The woman remained standing. “The Rift indicator shows that this weekend is going to be slow with low-level retrievals only.”
“Take the weekend off,” Jack said and smiled, proud of himself for having read her mind.
Martha shook her head. “That’s not all. Tom and I have been engaged for quite some time now and my mum is getting antsy. Come to that, so am I.”
Jack nodded. He understood the force that is Francine Jones. “Take the week off.”
“This isn’t just about vacation time, Jack,” Martha said. “We’re booked this Saturday afternoon at a chapel in London. The whole of Torchwood will be there, you will properly introduce Ianto and Emrys to my family so they can adopt them the way they adopted you, you will keep my dad and Leon from delivering too many ‘hurt Martha and we’ll kill you’ speeches, and you will see to it that Mickey is sitting next to Tish. Understood?”
Jack saluted by force of habit. “Yes, ma’am!”
Which is how the Torchwood team and their friends and family found themselves in a little chapel just round the corner from where Martha grew up.
“Jack Harkness!” Francine exclaimed when he emerged from the car.
Jack beamed and hugged the older woman, finishing with a kiss to her hand. “Francine, you get younger every time I see you.”
“A lie I can live with,” the woman smiled, “thank you for giving Martha the time off to finally get this wedding off the ground. And who’s this?”
Ianto had retrieved Emrys from his car seat and taken his place by Jack’s side. Shifting the infant to his shoulder, Ianto held out a hand. “Ianto Jones, ma’am.”
“Oh, the famous Ianto. I’ve heard so many stories about you. And this must be Emrys then.” Taking the silent hint from Jack, Ianto let Francine take Emrys from his arms. “He’s beautiful.” As if remembering something, Martha’s mum placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I’m sorry about your friends.”
Jack nodded. “It’s been three months, we’re all adjusting to each other.”
Giving Emrys just one more bounce on her hip, Francine relinquished the boy to Jack. “I should go check in again on the bride. Her father’s in there with her and heaven knows what sort of horror stories of married life he’s sharing. And I best kick him out before he starts the speech about watching his baby girl get wed and they cry and we have to start all over again with Martha’s make-up,” with a fond smile, the woman left.
“She’s just like you describe,” Ianto commented.
“Francine Jones needs no embellishment,” Jack grinned. “She’ll have adopted you as her son-in-law by the end of the day. Along with Tom.”
“Jack!” A cheerful voice shouted.
The men turned to see the Evans’ family striding towards them, June waving her hand, and Diana a step ahead of her parents. When the little girl reached them, she pointed a finger up at Emrys. “Baby. Emrys. He’s small.”
June smiled as she reached them, scooping up Diana and pressing a cheek to first Ianto’s, then Jack’s cheek and finally to the top of Emrys’ head.
“June?” Ianto raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”
Clark fielded that one. “Jack here arranged everything. Train tickets, hotel stay, the lot, even childcare for all the munchkins tomorrow so us parents can make a day of it.” He firmly shook Jack’s free hand. “Thanks for all that, mate.”
“My pleasure,” Jack replied.
“And not just us,” June smiled. “Practically the whole clientele of the shop. From Onyx down to our new Jenny Lloyd.”
Ianto turned startled eyes on his lover.
"Martha couldn’t have the wedding without all of her friends, so I made sure they could all be here.”
The young Welshman looked at his partner and fell silently just a little more in love with him.
“Well, c’mon,” June said when the mutual love fest in the men’s eyes went on a bit long, “let’s go find us all seat. We’re a large crowd and this is a small church.”
Even though June was correct, everyone managed to find a seat, with small children sitting on their parent’s laps. When Martha waked down the aisle, the whole room drew their collective breath; she was a vision of loveliness in a pale cream gown with small white roses fixed into her up-do. Everything went perfectly.
Until the vicar said, “If anyone has any-” and was cut off by the church door banging open.
“I haven’t miss it have, I?”
Martha called out, “Doctor!”
The Doctor took a look at the scene. “Did I interu-” he caught the look of murder on Martha’s face “-I see that I have. So sorry. Carry on!”
Martha rolled her eyes and met Jack’s. “Torchwood wedding,” he mouthed and shrugged his shoulders.
“Right, if we could continue please,” the vicar said. “Take a seat, sir.”
“Righto!”
With the Doctor seated, smiling fondly at the bride, the ceremony continued with no further interruptions. Once it was over, everyone went to the hotel ballroom for the reception.
“You look beautiful,” Jack said sincerely as he greeted Martha.
“Thanks,” she blushed. “I could just strangle the Doctor though.”
Jack shrugged. “He made it to your wedding though. Across all of time and space, this is the one place he wanted to be most.”
Martha smiled. “End of the World Club,” she said.
The Captain nodded and moved to shake Tom’s hand. “I know she told me to rescue you from her father and brother, but-”
“If I ever hurt Martha you will hunt me down and make me wish you’d kill me,” Tom finished.
“That was my basic speech,” Jack nodded, “how’d you know?”
Tom glanced at his wife. “It’s what I would do if someone hurt her.”
Jack clapped Tom’s shoulder. “You’re getting the best girl in the world and I’ve never been more sure than in this moment that you completely deserve her.”