TW-DW Fic: Honeymoon In Paradise - Follows ‘A Very Torchwood Wedding’
Title: Honeymoon In Paradise - Follows ‘ A Very Torchwood Wedding’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Eleventh Doctor.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: As a surprise for his new husband, Jack has arranged for the Doctor to take them into the future for their honeymoon.
Word Count: 1474
Written For: Prompt 159 - Vacation at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
The wedding was long over, and 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. There was no longer any music playing, the DJ had left an hour ago, and yet Jack and Ianto were still swaying together on the dancefloor.
Why shouldn’t they be? It was their wedding day; they had every right to celebrate for as long as they wanted, and in whatever way they chose, although Ianto thought they should probably consider going home soon to finish celebrating somewhere more comfortable, like their bed. It was getting late and most of the guests had already drifted away. A clean-up crew was busy folding away the rented 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 suggest a timely change of venue to Jack, however, they were interrupted by the Doctor, who had already sent his companions back to the TARDIS with the crate of sated and sleepy squinches. He clapped his hands together briskly and addressed them in a bright, cheery, and unnecessarily loud voice.
“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 from all the champagne, and also beginning to feel rather tired, which was perfectly understandable. It had been a very eventful day. When he and Jack had planned their wedding, they hadn’t anticipated having to spend half the reception chasing tiny flying octopods.
“Ready?” he asked, stifling a yawn. “Ready for what?” Was the Doctor about to spring another surprise on them? In Ianto’s considered opinion, the squinches had been quite enough.
The Doctor merely offered a slightly manic grin, leaving it to Jack to reply. “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 Cardiff, even for a few days, would just be asking for trouble!”
“Relax!” Jack was grinning that insufferably smug grin of his, the one that made Ianto want to either kiss him, punch him, or both, depending on the circumstances. “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 with him weeks ago, when I asked him to be my best man. 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 a honeymoon 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 didn’t know we were exchanging gifts as well as vows!”
“It’s fine, 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?”
Put like that, it was an easy choice for Ianto to make. “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 suitable 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!” Slipping his arm around Ianto’s waist, Jack steered him off the dance floor “Come on now; our honeymoon awaits!”
Bemused, Ianto allowed himself to be led into the TARDIS, which was parked nearby. To his amazement, the Doctor’s magnificent sentient ship had even created a honeymoon suite for their comfort.
A few hours later, after a refreshing nap and some traditional wedding night activities, the newlyweds were being dropped off at their destination, the Doctor telling them he’d be back to pick them up in a month.
Ianto took in his surroundings, wondering if he was having bizarre but beautiful dream. Surely this couldn’t possibly be real! It was too perfect. He and Jack were standing on a beach of snowy white sand in front of a long, low bungalow set among fluffy trees that looked a lot like giant tree ferns. Dazzling tropical flowers filled the air with subtle perfumes, while creatures that were a cross between birds and feather dusters flitted about calling to each other in flute-like trills. Beneath a pinkish sun a pale violet sea lapped gently against the beach, making a soft, shushing sound.
“This is amazing!”
“I knew you’d like it! Let’s take a look at the accommodations.” Smiling, Jack led Ianto across the sand and up a flight of wide, shallow steps made of silvery wood.
Inside, the bungalow was sumptuously furnished in greens, blues, and earth shades. The bed, which appeared to be sunk into the floor, was at least three times 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 which, like the bed, was half indoors, and half outside.
Ianto took it all in with wide, disbelieving eyes. He was so entranced by what he was seeing that he didn’t even hear the TARDIS leaving. “When you said paradise, you weren’t kidding!”
“Only the best for my husband,” Jack assured him. “What shall we do first? Do you want to rest for a bit of shall we take a dip in the sea?”
“Is it safe to swim?”
“It wouldn’t be much of an island paradise if it wasn’t.” Jack started to strip off, tossing his clothes carelessly onto the bed. “And before you say anything, we don’t need swimwear. There’s nobody else on this island, it’s all ours for as long as we’re here, we won’t be disturbed, so one will see you except for me and the birds, and they don’t care.”
“If we’re that isolated, then what will we do for food?”
“Dial up whatever you want on the kitchen computer. I arranged for it to be 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 on wonderfully comfortable beach chairs, and snorkelled over a reef on the far side of the island, among strange feathery fish, furry sea slugs, and mobile aquatic 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 didn’t want to leave. He said a reluctant goodbye to the birds, the feathery reef 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, exiting the TARDIS just off the Plas early in the morning on a grey and drizzly summer’s day. The first thing Ianto did was nip into a nearby newsagents and buy a newspaper. He frowned at it, instantly noticing a problem. “Well, isn’t that just great!” he huffed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You said the Doctor would bring us 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, as if that made any difference at all.
“But he brought us back a year before we left!”
“Is that so terrible?”
“We shouldn’t be here, Jack! We’re crossing our own timeline! You of all people should know what a bad idea that is!”
“Yes, but on the other hand, it looks like our honeymoon just got extended. How would you feel about a trip to Australia?”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Eleventh Doctor.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: As a surprise for his new husband, Jack has arranged for the Doctor to take them into the future for their honeymoon.
Word Count: 1474
Written For: Prompt 159 - Vacation at fandomweekly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
The wedding was long over, and 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. There was no longer any music playing, the DJ had left an hour ago, and yet Jack and Ianto were still swaying together on the dancefloor.
Why shouldn’t they be? It was their wedding day; they had every right to celebrate for as long as they wanted, and in whatever way they chose, although Ianto thought they should probably consider going home soon to finish celebrating somewhere more comfortable, like their bed. It was getting late and most of the guests had already drifted away. A clean-up crew was busy folding away the rented 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 suggest a timely change of venue to Jack, however, they were interrupted by the Doctor, who had already sent his companions back to the TARDIS with the crate of sated and sleepy squinches. He clapped his hands together briskly and addressed them in a bright, cheery, and unnecessarily loud voice.
“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 from all the champagne, and also beginning to feel rather tired, which was perfectly understandable. It had been a very eventful day. When he and Jack had planned their wedding, they hadn’t anticipated having to spend half the reception chasing tiny flying octopods.
“Ready?” he asked, stifling a yawn. “Ready for what?” Was the Doctor about to spring another surprise on them? In Ianto’s considered opinion, the squinches had been quite enough.
The Doctor merely offered a slightly manic grin, leaving it to Jack to reply. “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 Cardiff, even for a few days, would just be asking for trouble!”
“Relax!” Jack was grinning that insufferably smug grin of his, the one that made Ianto want to either kiss him, punch him, or both, depending on the circumstances. “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 with him weeks ago, when I asked him to be my best man. 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 a honeymoon 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 didn’t know we were exchanging gifts as well as vows!”
“It’s fine, 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?”
Put like that, it was an easy choice for Ianto to make. “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 suitable 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!” Slipping his arm around Ianto’s waist, Jack steered him off the dance floor “Come on now; our honeymoon awaits!”
Bemused, Ianto allowed himself to be led into the TARDIS, which was parked nearby. To his amazement, the Doctor’s magnificent sentient ship had even created a honeymoon suite for their comfort.
A few hours later, after a refreshing nap and some traditional wedding night activities, the newlyweds were being dropped off at their destination, the Doctor telling them he’d be back to pick them up in a month.
Ianto took in his surroundings, wondering if he was having bizarre but beautiful dream. Surely this couldn’t possibly be real! It was too perfect. He and Jack were standing on a beach of snowy white sand in front of a long, low bungalow set among fluffy trees that looked a lot like giant tree ferns. Dazzling tropical flowers filled the air with subtle perfumes, while creatures that were a cross between birds and feather dusters flitted about calling to each other in flute-like trills. Beneath a pinkish sun a pale violet sea lapped gently against the beach, making a soft, shushing sound.
“This is amazing!”
“I knew you’d like it! Let’s take a look at the accommodations.” Smiling, Jack led Ianto across the sand and up a flight of wide, shallow steps made of silvery wood.
Inside, the bungalow was sumptuously furnished in greens, blues, and earth shades. The bed, which appeared to be sunk into the floor, was at least three times 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 which, like the bed, was half indoors, and half outside.
Ianto took it all in with wide, disbelieving eyes. He was so entranced by what he was seeing that he didn’t even hear the TARDIS leaving. “When you said paradise, you weren’t kidding!”
“Only the best for my husband,” Jack assured him. “What shall we do first? Do you want to rest for a bit of shall we take a dip in the sea?”
“Is it safe to swim?”
“It wouldn’t be much of an island paradise if it wasn’t.” Jack started to strip off, tossing his clothes carelessly onto the bed. “And before you say anything, we don’t need swimwear. There’s nobody else on this island, it’s all ours for as long as we’re here, we won’t be disturbed, so one will see you except for me and the birds, and they don’t care.”
“If we’re that isolated, then what will we do for food?”
“Dial up whatever you want on the kitchen computer. I arranged for it to be 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 on wonderfully comfortable beach chairs, and snorkelled over a reef on the far side of the island, among strange feathery fish, furry sea slugs, and mobile aquatic 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 didn’t want to leave. He said a reluctant goodbye to the birds, the feathery reef 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, exiting the TARDIS just off the Plas early in the morning on a grey and drizzly summer’s day. The first thing Ianto did was nip into a nearby newsagents and buy a newspaper. He frowned at it, instantly noticing a problem. “Well, isn’t that just great!” he huffed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You said the Doctor would bring us 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, as if that made any difference at all.
“But he brought us back a year before we left!”
“Is that so terrible?”
“We shouldn’t be here, Jack! We’re crossing our own timeline! You of all people should know what a bad idea that is!”
“Yes, but on the other hand, it looks like our honeymoon just got extended. How would you feel about a trip to Australia?”
The End