Characters: Ianto, Jack, Gwen, Rhys.
Written For: Challenge 646: Spin at tw100.
Spoilers: Something Blue.
Summary: Ianto’s duties are many and varied, even when it comes to Gwen’s wedding.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Nothing about Gwen’s wedding had gone quite to plan. Well, aside from the bride and groom successfully getting hitched. Still, by Torchwood standards it could have been worse.
Okay, so the bride had spent half her time pregnant with alien spawn, which had led to Ianto having to acquire a new wedding dress for her. Then the whole of the wedding party had been stalked by the shape-shifting parent, hell bent on ripping its child from Gwen’s body, but Torchwood had prevailed. The alien was dead, its spawn destroyed, and they’d all made it to the reception in one piece.
Well, aside from the disc jockey. Poor sod.
To Ianto’s mind one casualty was still one too many, and he was sure Jack agreed. Nobody deserved that fate. Everyone in attendance, with the exception of Rhys and the team, would have to be retconned of course, Owen had brought enough with him to dose the guests and the catering staff, but that task would wait until later. Right now, Ianto had other duties to perform. Someone had to provide music for the guests to dance to, so here he was, spinning discs. Maybe later he’d get to dance with Jack.