FIVE WAYS JACK HARKNESS MARRIED IANTO JONES (AND ONE WAY HE DIDN’T)
Title: FIVE WAYS JACK HARKNESS MARRIED IANTO JONES (AND ONE WAY HE DIDN’T)
Characters: Jack, Ianto, miscellaneous others
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Mild PG for implication of M/M relationship and kissing
Spoilers: General, for series
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to the BBC.
Prompt: jantolution Amnesty challenge - Five
Summary: What the title says.
One:
The wedding ceremony was in full swing. The bride looked absolutely radiant as she walked down the aisle towards the man she loved. In a couple of hours (knowing the way the Reverend Roberts was when he started up) she would be Mrs Bethan Jones. She’d despaired of this moment at times, since the man she loved so deeply seemed to love another, but now that was all behind her and they would soon be man and wife. She could hardly wait.
She couldn’t quite believe it when the door to the church crashed open just as they got to the ‘just cause and impediment’ bit and a man wearing a Royal Air Force coat came tearing down the aisle, screaming ‘no!’ at the top of his voice.
The entire church was immediately in an uproar, with everyone shouting at the tops of their voices. Bethan, however, had eyes only for the way the stranger came storming up to her husband to be, only to skid to a halt with a horrified expression on his face.
“Hang on, you’re not Ianto!”
Ieuan Jones stared at him in utter confusion. “Um… no?” he said after a moment.
The stranger swore and Bethan suppressed a nervous giggle. “Damn it, Doctor,” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t you get your aim right just once?”
The side door to the church opened and a man walked out, dressed in an impeccable suit. “Jack?”
“Ianto!”
The stranger - Jack? - bounded over to the newcomer and swept him into his arms. Bethan blushed and watched in fascination as the two men kissed, while Ieuan gasped and the Reverend Roberts fainted clean away. “I thought you were getting married to someone else. The Doctor said he’d get me here in time to stop it.”
Bethan immediately went to grab Ieuan’s hand, determined that no-one was going to stop her wedding even if she had to give the Reverend Roberts the kiss of life.
“This isn’t my wedding, Jack,” Ianto said. He leant forward and whispered something in Jack’s ear.
Jack’s eyes widened and he gave Bethan and Ieuan a look of wonder. “Really? Your-“ He stopped what he was going to say as Ianto reached up a hand to silence him. “Wow! Well, this is one wedding I have no intention of stopping. How come you’re here, though?”
Ianto sighed. “The Doctor remembered he screwed up and came to collect me to bring me back and stop you. He’s buggered off now and left me to go back with you.”
“Yeah, well we’re making a detour first,” Jack said in determination. “Do you have any objection to getting married on an alien planet in the 33rd century?”
“None whatsoever,” Ianto said with a smirk.
“Then we’ll do that,” Jack decided. “I’m not running the risk of some hussy getting his or her claws into you.”
They turned to go, then Jack paused and bounced back to where Bethan and Ieuan were standing. “Sorry about that,” he said a little sheepishly. “Wrong I. Jones.” He paused and frowned. “Wrong bloody century, come to that. I don’t know; his driving…” He grinned at Ieuan. “You have a beautiful bride, sir,”
“Thank you,” Ieuan said warily.
The next second and Bethan’s head whirled as she was swept up and dipped before being thoroughly kissed by Jack. She barely had time to do more than acknowledge that it was really rather wonderful before she was back on her feet, clutching her somewhat battered bouquet to her chest.
“Jack Harkness!” Ianto yelled, looking like he wanted to throw very large objects at a certain someone.
“Name him Ianto,” Jack was breathing in her ear. “And love him for the beautiful soul that he is.”
Then he was gone, laughing and ducking the swipes Ianto aimed at him. Bethan stood to one side as the Reverend Roberts was revived and everyone chattered about the incredible events, excitedly assuring one another that this was one wedding they wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
Ianto, she mused to herself. That would be a fine name for their son if they had one.
Two:
“I bet you thought this was never going to happen,” Jack murmured as he embraced Ianto gently.
Ianto smiled back at him. “There were times,” he admitted. “When things were especially bad, but they passed.”
Jack sobered and kissed him gently. “For what it’s worth, I never meant to hurt you. It was only supposed to be a short trip.”
Ianto shook his head and wished he could leap to his feet and embrace Jack wholeheartedly. “I believe you. I always believed you. The Doctor was never one for punctuality. You did come back, though. That counts for something.”
Jack felt the prick of tears and busied himself in fussing over Ianto’s perfectly pristine suit as a distraction, fingering the buttonhole that was a match for his own. There were times when he actively hated the Doctor for his blithe indifference to ordinary mortal concerns. If he had brought Jack back, Ianto might not have suffered the injury which had trapped him in a wheelchair. He would not have had to wait sixteen years for Jack to make god on his promise.
“Ready?” he asked as he heard the music start up in the next room.
Ianto’s face changed and he reached out to grab Jack’s arm. “Jack, I’m a forty three year old cripple. I won’t hold you to a promise you made sixteen years ago. You don’t have to do this!”
Jack reached up to cover Ianto’s hand with his own. “I made that promise to a man who knew me and loved me anyway. I made it to a heart and mind that still exists today. I don’t care what kind of body you have, Ianto. I may not have to do this, but I want to. So quit worrying and get ready to make those vows.”
He waited until he saw that Ianto had seen his conviction and relaxed. Jack meant what he said. Yes, he had fallen in lust with Ianto’s body, but he had fallen in love with his soul, and that was still as fierce and bright as ever. Medically retired, Ianto now lived on the Gower and wrote SF novels. Right after the wedding, Jack planned to break it to Gwen and the others that he wasn’t coming back and then he was going back with Ianto for as many years as they had left.
He had some really, really good stories they could use as plots.
Three:
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake!” the Doctor said in exasperation as a massive nearby explosion rocked the building they were in. He turned to Jack. “Do you?” he demanded.
“Yes!” Jack said, grinning like a mad thing while he loaded his energy blaster with a power pack.
The Doctor turned to where Ianto was working away on the hand-held computer. “Do you?”
“Absolutely,” Ianto replied with a firm nod.
“Right then,” the Doctor said with satisfaction. The far wall of the room collapsed as the first of the robotic soldiers of the Cho Conglomerate appeared. “You’re married. Now, let’s see about stopping this nonsense!”
He tore off in the direction of the TARDIS and Jack paused long enough to blow apart the lead robot, thereby blocking the advance of the others before he turned to follow. “Come on, Mr Harkness, time to save the world.”
Ianto grinned as he finalised the readings he had got from the Conglomerate’s Central Control and tucked the computer away before unshipping his own gun. “Lead the way, Mr Jones. I have to admire your taste in wedding parties.”
Jack leaned forward and captured Ianto’s mouth in a hasty kiss. “This? This is nothing. You wait until you see what my idea of a honeymoon is!”
Four:
Ianto had expected all kinds of mayhem to erupt. For the Earth to be invaded or for the guests to all turn out to be possessed by aliens. He’d even given the flower arrangements a suspicious look when they seemed to move of their own volition. This was, after all, a Torchwood wedding and they never went according to plan.
Except this one did.
Much, much later, he sat on the bed in the honeymoon suite of the hotel in Tuscany and twitched uncontrollably. Jack had gone wandering off to see what had happened to their complimentary bottle of champagne and Ianto was beginning to think that this was all some kind of dream because, really, when was the last time anything in his life had gone this smoothly? No quarrels at the wedding party, no hold-ups at the airport, no lost luggage…. It just wasn’t natural. There was a low-key crash at the door before Jack came charging in. He paused and gave Ianto a sheepish look.
“Um, I think there’s a scouting party of Huddites masquerading as German tourists in the hotel.”
Ianto blinked and stared at him. “By scouting party, I assume you mean scouting with an eye to invading?”
Jack nodded vigorously and looked worried. “I tried calling UNIT but there’s some kind of communications dampener in operation. We’re stuck here with no outside help and no weaponry. Damn it, Ianto, I wanted this to be perfect!”
Ianto grinned as he got to his feet, all the tension and worry falling away from him as he did so. He blew Jack a kiss before he went to get the shielded case that held Jack’s Webley and a couple of other knick-knacks he and Tosh had thought essential. He watched as Jack’s jaw dropped as Ianto handed him his gun and armed himself with a scanner and stun gun.
“It is now, Jack,” he assured his husband as he gave him another kiss. “It is now.”
Five:
The civil ceremony had been meticulously planned down to the last detail. Ianto had been impressed and told Jack so, teasing him that he hadn’t thought he had it in him. Jack had smiled and made some smart-arse comment and had done his best to stop from crying. Today was going to be one of the most important days in his long life and he had no intention of screwing it up. He’d run scams that had tricked the Time Agency and he had run Torchwood for more than a century, done things he wasn’t proud of and others that gave him nightmares. He’d saved the planet on more than one occasion but right now all he cared about was saving one particular person.
He’d been handed a flat out ultimatum by the Doctor and UNIT: dose Ianto with enough retcon for him to forget everything about Torchwood or the Doctor would take him away for good. Jack had no idea what information Ianto had inside his head that was so dangerous but there was no way he was going to trust Ianto to the Doctor. Not this current incarnation, anyway, and not when the Doctor refused to give him any details. He would trust the Doctor with saving the world but he knew he was in love with Ianto for real when he realised that he wouldn’t trust him with Ianto’s wellbeing. Especially when the Doctor had insisted that Jack couldn’t have any part of Ianto’s new life for fear of triggering something.
Jack had agreed, of course. He always obeyed the Doctor but he insisted that he be given enough time to give Ianto a decent alternative life. Once he’d got a month’s saving grace he had immediately gone to Ianto and told him what was happening, waited until Ianto had got his noble, ’we must do what’s best’ speech out and then cuffed the younger man around the ear.
“Not. Going. To. Happen,” he ground out.
Once that had been established, he and Ianto had put their heads together. The first life they constructed in less than a week but that wasn’t all Jack wanted. Jack was willing to give the Doctor the benefit of the doubt over the issue of some piece of information that Ianto had inside his head having the potential to cause disaster. So Jack wanted another life, a life he and Ianto would be living because Jack wasn’t going to give Ianto up. When he’d told Ianto that, through gritted teeth, Ianto had given him a bemused look.
“You’ll be proposing next,” he said with a smile.
Jack had given him a level look and done just that.
Once Ianto had recovered from the shock, he had accepted and he and Jack had proceeded to get thoroughly drunk. After that work had continued apace and by the time the month was up they were ready. The Doctor had returned (funny how his punctuality improved when he was doing something he wanted to do) and Ianto had been retconned and placed in his new life as a librarian in Aberystwyth. Two months after the Doctor had left, Jack had gone to get him, spoken the trigger word that broke the retcon and the two of them had effectively vanished.
That had been six months ago. They had done their work well and Jack was now Jack Solomon, owner of a hotel in Cornwall. Ianto was Dylan Ianto Evans, who had started out as a guest at Jack’s hotel while recovering from an illness but who had gradually become so much more. Jack had seized this second chance with gratitude and had taken his time, courting Ianto with all the care and emotion he had never allowed himself to feel the first time around. He’d half-expected to miss Torchwood but he hadn’t, enjoying his new life and the way Ianto blossomed into someone he fell in love with all over again. He proposed again and was accepted.
Jack knew he could only give Ianto ten years before he would have to leave, because after that it would be pretty obvious that he wasn’t ageing. They had discussed that before they had embarked on this and Ianto had told him flatly that ten years was far better than anything he had ever expected. All he’d asked Jack was that when the time came for him to leave he would not just vanish but would give Ianto closure.
Now they were about to bind themselves together both publicly and legally and Jack couldn’t wait. He took one final look at himself in the mirror and smiled. No more RAF coat or old-fashioned outfits. He wore modern clothes now and the suit he was wearing now had been specially made for him. He adjusted the mock orange buttonhole and turned to leave. Ianto was waiting for him and by tonight Jack would be married for only the second time in his long life. He was determined to make the next ten years the kind of decade he would remember for the rest of his long life.
He could hardly wait.
And:
Ianto fingered the key in his hand and considered his options. So far as he could see, they were extremely limited. The Master had appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and had critically injured the Doctor before disappearing again with the Doctor and an unconscious - or dead - Jack. Jack had told Ianto a little of what he had had to endure during the year that the Master had had him in his power, so Ianto had a pretty good idea what was in store for his lover.
The man who would have been his husband if the ceremony had gone ahead as planned.
Ianto glanced back over his shoulder at the shattered remains of the wedding party. He felt the prick of tears as his eyes fell on the broken bodies of Gwen, Rhys and their little girl. They, along with the others, had been cut down by the Master without a thought. Now there was no-one left and Ianto Jones had vengeance in his heart.
Coming to a decision, he used the key to unlock the door and walked into the TARDIS. Without sparing a glance at his surroundings he went up to the control console and looked up at the blazing column of energy. “There’s only you and me,” he spoke into the empty air. “I don’t care what I have to do. Just give me the ability to do it.”
There was a sharp sound of parting metal and golden light spilled out of the console. Finally conscious of the equally vengeful mind that surrounded him, Ianto Jones shifted position to gaze into the heart of the TARDIS.
No stupid mad renegade Timelord was keeping them away from the people they loved.
Characters: Jack, Ianto, miscellaneous others
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Mild PG for implication of M/M relationship and kissing
Spoilers: General, for series
Disclaimer: Not mine; they belong to the BBC.
Prompt: jantolution Amnesty challenge - Five
Summary: What the title says.
One:
The wedding ceremony was in full swing. The bride looked absolutely radiant as she walked down the aisle towards the man she loved. In a couple of hours (knowing the way the Reverend Roberts was when he started up) she would be Mrs Bethan Jones. She’d despaired of this moment at times, since the man she loved so deeply seemed to love another, but now that was all behind her and they would soon be man and wife. She could hardly wait.
She couldn’t quite believe it when the door to the church crashed open just as they got to the ‘just cause and impediment’ bit and a man wearing a Royal Air Force coat came tearing down the aisle, screaming ‘no!’ at the top of his voice.
The entire church was immediately in an uproar, with everyone shouting at the tops of their voices. Bethan, however, had eyes only for the way the stranger came storming up to her husband to be, only to skid to a halt with a horrified expression on his face.
“Hang on, you’re not Ianto!”
Ieuan Jones stared at him in utter confusion. “Um… no?” he said after a moment.
The stranger swore and Bethan suppressed a nervous giggle. “Damn it, Doctor,” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t you get your aim right just once?”
The side door to the church opened and a man walked out, dressed in an impeccable suit. “Jack?”
“Ianto!”
The stranger - Jack? - bounded over to the newcomer and swept him into his arms. Bethan blushed and watched in fascination as the two men kissed, while Ieuan gasped and the Reverend Roberts fainted clean away. “I thought you were getting married to someone else. The Doctor said he’d get me here in time to stop it.”
Bethan immediately went to grab Ieuan’s hand, determined that no-one was going to stop her wedding even if she had to give the Reverend Roberts the kiss of life.
“This isn’t my wedding, Jack,” Ianto said. He leant forward and whispered something in Jack’s ear.
Jack’s eyes widened and he gave Bethan and Ieuan a look of wonder. “Really? Your-“ He stopped what he was going to say as Ianto reached up a hand to silence him. “Wow! Well, this is one wedding I have no intention of stopping. How come you’re here, though?”
Ianto sighed. “The Doctor remembered he screwed up and came to collect me to bring me back and stop you. He’s buggered off now and left me to go back with you.”
“Yeah, well we’re making a detour first,” Jack said in determination. “Do you have any objection to getting married on an alien planet in the 33rd century?”
“None whatsoever,” Ianto said with a smirk.
“Then we’ll do that,” Jack decided. “I’m not running the risk of some hussy getting his or her claws into you.”
They turned to go, then Jack paused and bounced back to where Bethan and Ieuan were standing. “Sorry about that,” he said a little sheepishly. “Wrong I. Jones.” He paused and frowned. “Wrong bloody century, come to that. I don’t know; his driving…” He grinned at Ieuan. “You have a beautiful bride, sir,”
“Thank you,” Ieuan said warily.
The next second and Bethan’s head whirled as she was swept up and dipped before being thoroughly kissed by Jack. She barely had time to do more than acknowledge that it was really rather wonderful before she was back on her feet, clutching her somewhat battered bouquet to her chest.
“Jack Harkness!” Ianto yelled, looking like he wanted to throw very large objects at a certain someone.
“Name him Ianto,” Jack was breathing in her ear. “And love him for the beautiful soul that he is.”
Then he was gone, laughing and ducking the swipes Ianto aimed at him. Bethan stood to one side as the Reverend Roberts was revived and everyone chattered about the incredible events, excitedly assuring one another that this was one wedding they wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
Ianto, she mused to herself. That would be a fine name for their son if they had one.
Two:
“I bet you thought this was never going to happen,” Jack murmured as he embraced Ianto gently.
Ianto smiled back at him. “There were times,” he admitted. “When things were especially bad, but they passed.”
Jack sobered and kissed him gently. “For what it’s worth, I never meant to hurt you. It was only supposed to be a short trip.”
Ianto shook his head and wished he could leap to his feet and embrace Jack wholeheartedly. “I believe you. I always believed you. The Doctor was never one for punctuality. You did come back, though. That counts for something.”
Jack felt the prick of tears and busied himself in fussing over Ianto’s perfectly pristine suit as a distraction, fingering the buttonhole that was a match for his own. There were times when he actively hated the Doctor for his blithe indifference to ordinary mortal concerns. If he had brought Jack back, Ianto might not have suffered the injury which had trapped him in a wheelchair. He would not have had to wait sixteen years for Jack to make god on his promise.
“Ready?” he asked as he heard the music start up in the next room.
Ianto’s face changed and he reached out to grab Jack’s arm. “Jack, I’m a forty three year old cripple. I won’t hold you to a promise you made sixteen years ago. You don’t have to do this!”
Jack reached up to cover Ianto’s hand with his own. “I made that promise to a man who knew me and loved me anyway. I made it to a heart and mind that still exists today. I don’t care what kind of body you have, Ianto. I may not have to do this, but I want to. So quit worrying and get ready to make those vows.”
He waited until he saw that Ianto had seen his conviction and relaxed. Jack meant what he said. Yes, he had fallen in lust with Ianto’s body, but he had fallen in love with his soul, and that was still as fierce and bright as ever. Medically retired, Ianto now lived on the Gower and wrote SF novels. Right after the wedding, Jack planned to break it to Gwen and the others that he wasn’t coming back and then he was going back with Ianto for as many years as they had left.
He had some really, really good stories they could use as plots.
Three:
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake!” the Doctor said in exasperation as a massive nearby explosion rocked the building they were in. He turned to Jack. “Do you?” he demanded.
“Yes!” Jack said, grinning like a mad thing while he loaded his energy blaster with a power pack.
The Doctor turned to where Ianto was working away on the hand-held computer. “Do you?”
“Absolutely,” Ianto replied with a firm nod.
“Right then,” the Doctor said with satisfaction. The far wall of the room collapsed as the first of the robotic soldiers of the Cho Conglomerate appeared. “You’re married. Now, let’s see about stopping this nonsense!”
He tore off in the direction of the TARDIS and Jack paused long enough to blow apart the lead robot, thereby blocking the advance of the others before he turned to follow. “Come on, Mr Harkness, time to save the world.”
Ianto grinned as he finalised the readings he had got from the Conglomerate’s Central Control and tucked the computer away before unshipping his own gun. “Lead the way, Mr Jones. I have to admire your taste in wedding parties.”
Jack leaned forward and captured Ianto’s mouth in a hasty kiss. “This? This is nothing. You wait until you see what my idea of a honeymoon is!”
Four:
Ianto had expected all kinds of mayhem to erupt. For the Earth to be invaded or for the guests to all turn out to be possessed by aliens. He’d even given the flower arrangements a suspicious look when they seemed to move of their own volition. This was, after all, a Torchwood wedding and they never went according to plan.
Except this one did.
Much, much later, he sat on the bed in the honeymoon suite of the hotel in Tuscany and twitched uncontrollably. Jack had gone wandering off to see what had happened to their complimentary bottle of champagne and Ianto was beginning to think that this was all some kind of dream because, really, when was the last time anything in his life had gone this smoothly? No quarrels at the wedding party, no hold-ups at the airport, no lost luggage…. It just wasn’t natural. There was a low-key crash at the door before Jack came charging in. He paused and gave Ianto a sheepish look.
“Um, I think there’s a scouting party of Huddites masquerading as German tourists in the hotel.”
Ianto blinked and stared at him. “By scouting party, I assume you mean scouting with an eye to invading?”
Jack nodded vigorously and looked worried. “I tried calling UNIT but there’s some kind of communications dampener in operation. We’re stuck here with no outside help and no weaponry. Damn it, Ianto, I wanted this to be perfect!”
Ianto grinned as he got to his feet, all the tension and worry falling away from him as he did so. He blew Jack a kiss before he went to get the shielded case that held Jack’s Webley and a couple of other knick-knacks he and Tosh had thought essential. He watched as Jack’s jaw dropped as Ianto handed him his gun and armed himself with a scanner and stun gun.
“It is now, Jack,” he assured his husband as he gave him another kiss. “It is now.”
Five:
The civil ceremony had been meticulously planned down to the last detail. Ianto had been impressed and told Jack so, teasing him that he hadn’t thought he had it in him. Jack had smiled and made some smart-arse comment and had done his best to stop from crying. Today was going to be one of the most important days in his long life and he had no intention of screwing it up. He’d run scams that had tricked the Time Agency and he had run Torchwood for more than a century, done things he wasn’t proud of and others that gave him nightmares. He’d saved the planet on more than one occasion but right now all he cared about was saving one particular person.
He’d been handed a flat out ultimatum by the Doctor and UNIT: dose Ianto with enough retcon for him to forget everything about Torchwood or the Doctor would take him away for good. Jack had no idea what information Ianto had inside his head that was so dangerous but there was no way he was going to trust Ianto to the Doctor. Not this current incarnation, anyway, and not when the Doctor refused to give him any details. He would trust the Doctor with saving the world but he knew he was in love with Ianto for real when he realised that he wouldn’t trust him with Ianto’s wellbeing. Especially when the Doctor had insisted that Jack couldn’t have any part of Ianto’s new life for fear of triggering something.
Jack had agreed, of course. He always obeyed the Doctor but he insisted that he be given enough time to give Ianto a decent alternative life. Once he’d got a month’s saving grace he had immediately gone to Ianto and told him what was happening, waited until Ianto had got his noble, ’we must do what’s best’ speech out and then cuffed the younger man around the ear.
“Not. Going. To. Happen,” he ground out.
Once that had been established, he and Ianto had put their heads together. The first life they constructed in less than a week but that wasn’t all Jack wanted. Jack was willing to give the Doctor the benefit of the doubt over the issue of some piece of information that Ianto had inside his head having the potential to cause disaster. So Jack wanted another life, a life he and Ianto would be living because Jack wasn’t going to give Ianto up. When he’d told Ianto that, through gritted teeth, Ianto had given him a bemused look.
“You’ll be proposing next,” he said with a smile.
Jack had given him a level look and done just that.
Once Ianto had recovered from the shock, he had accepted and he and Jack had proceeded to get thoroughly drunk. After that work had continued apace and by the time the month was up they were ready. The Doctor had returned (funny how his punctuality improved when he was doing something he wanted to do) and Ianto had been retconned and placed in his new life as a librarian in Aberystwyth. Two months after the Doctor had left, Jack had gone to get him, spoken the trigger word that broke the retcon and the two of them had effectively vanished.
That had been six months ago. They had done their work well and Jack was now Jack Solomon, owner of a hotel in Cornwall. Ianto was Dylan Ianto Evans, who had started out as a guest at Jack’s hotel while recovering from an illness but who had gradually become so much more. Jack had seized this second chance with gratitude and had taken his time, courting Ianto with all the care and emotion he had never allowed himself to feel the first time around. He’d half-expected to miss Torchwood but he hadn’t, enjoying his new life and the way Ianto blossomed into someone he fell in love with all over again. He proposed again and was accepted.
Jack knew he could only give Ianto ten years before he would have to leave, because after that it would be pretty obvious that he wasn’t ageing. They had discussed that before they had embarked on this and Ianto had told him flatly that ten years was far better than anything he had ever expected. All he’d asked Jack was that when the time came for him to leave he would not just vanish but would give Ianto closure.
Now they were about to bind themselves together both publicly and legally and Jack couldn’t wait. He took one final look at himself in the mirror and smiled. No more RAF coat or old-fashioned outfits. He wore modern clothes now and the suit he was wearing now had been specially made for him. He adjusted the mock orange buttonhole and turned to leave. Ianto was waiting for him and by tonight Jack would be married for only the second time in his long life. He was determined to make the next ten years the kind of decade he would remember for the rest of his long life.
He could hardly wait.
And:
Ianto fingered the key in his hand and considered his options. So far as he could see, they were extremely limited. The Master had appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and had critically injured the Doctor before disappearing again with the Doctor and an unconscious - or dead - Jack. Jack had told Ianto a little of what he had had to endure during the year that the Master had had him in his power, so Ianto had a pretty good idea what was in store for his lover.
The man who would have been his husband if the ceremony had gone ahead as planned.
Ianto glanced back over his shoulder at the shattered remains of the wedding party. He felt the prick of tears as his eyes fell on the broken bodies of Gwen, Rhys and their little girl. They, along with the others, had been cut down by the Master without a thought. Now there was no-one left and Ianto Jones had vengeance in his heart.
Coming to a decision, he used the key to unlock the door and walked into the TARDIS. Without sparing a glance at his surroundings he went up to the control console and looked up at the blazing column of energy. “There’s only you and me,” he spoke into the empty air. “I don’t care what I have to do. Just give me the ability to do it.”
There was a sharp sound of parting metal and golden light spilled out of the console. Finally conscious of the equally vengeful mind that surrounded him, Ianto Jones shifted position to gaze into the heart of the TARDIS.
No stupid mad renegade Timelord was keeping them away from the people they loved.