Guiding Captain Jack Harkness

Guiding Captain Jack Harkness


An hour and twenty minutes later, found both Owen and Tosh ready. Tosh had spent the last hour having her hair placed in barrel curls, and pinned on top of her head, with little white rhinestone pins. And a single large golden silver streaked rose was placed at the left hand side of her head.

Satine had then applied golden brown, bronze and nude coloured makeup on Tosh. With a small amount of black mascara to curl her lashes, and give them extra volume. Lastly a subtle peach coloured lipstick was applied, followed by a light layer of clear gloss. The gloss made her lips glisten giving them a perfect pout.

Tosh had loved the white robes. They looked like her golden ones, except they were made of silk, and were tighter and more form fitting, and much lower cut in the chest area. It flowed down to the floor, and flowed around her feet. There were golden and silver ascents sparkling in throughout the material. And on the front, in the centre, a golden rose was embroidered into the silk.

Tosh was then handed a pair of low healed white shoes. Followed by a medium sized bouquet of roses, like the one she had in her hair. The roses were held together with golden and silver ribbons.

Satine beamed at Tosh, and told her “I just received a message from Christian. He says he and Owen are already ready, and are both waiting at the temples chapel. They are waiting with the holy man.”

She added giggling “He also says, Owen is about to start crawling the walls with nerves. And I’m certain you’re aware that he is denying the fact he is nervous until he is blue in the face?”

Tosh giggled, and nodded. She said, “Yes, that’s Owen Harper for you. He’ll deny anything until he is blue in the face, if it means his manly ego has to take a bashing.” This caused Satine and the other woman to laugh along with Tosh.

Satine then reached into an inner pocket of her robes. She opened the palm of her hand to reveal a sold golden band, which had solid silver encircling all around the band. It was large and thick enough, that it was evidentially intend for a man.

Satine smiled at Tosh, and said, “This is to be Owen’s wedding and bonding band.” She added, as she replaced the ring in her pocket. She then brought out a piece of thick white parchment. She handed it to Tosh. “Take this and memorize it, as we walk to the chapel. This is a copy of your marriage and bonding vows.”

They then headed straight for the door. Tosh asked, as they walked “How can I memorise this in such a short amount of time. I only have five minutes to do it?” Satine replied “You and Owen were provided with photogenic memories when I and my husband revived you.”

She added, as they stopped outside of the large arch way of the chapel. “It is apart of being a guide. You need such a highly powerful and advanced memory to keep track of everything you’re going to be taught.”

She revealed “Yours and Owen’s minds have become like complex and deadly steel traps. Not even Recon will be able to affect you both. Trust me, I know. I and Christian were just like you and Owen.”

She concluded at Tosh’s stunned and questioning look. “We worked for Torchwood one in London. We were shot down by Daleks during the battle that destroyed Torchwood one, when the Doctor was there.”

Meanwhile inside of the chapel, Christian was going through the same process and having a very similar conversation with Owen. Owen was listening attentively, it was the only thing that was keeping him from going stark raven shit batty mad with nerves.

He had never imaged he would be getting married, not after Katie. Hell they had been engaged for a year before they started planning their wedding. He and Tosh on the other hand, they hadn’t even had a chance to be engaged for two hours, never mind a whole bloody year.

Christian showed Owen the ring that was intended for Tosh. Owen nodded, silently admiring the beautiful, but simple craftsmen ship that had gone into the band.

It was a thin delicate band, made of solid gold. It had silver encircling the band all the way around. And there was a small white diamond in the centre. He approved, it would look stunning against the colour of Tosh’s oriental skin tone.

After Christian had replaced the ring in his robes, he pulled out a thick piece of white parchment. He handed it to Owen, and said, “Memorise that. That’s a copy of your wedding and bonding vows.” Owen frowned as he scanned it. He asked “But how do you suppose I memorise all of this in less then ten minutes. I’ve got a good memory, but not that good.”

Christian replied “Actually, both you and Tosh have highly powerful and advanced photogenic memories. You received them with the rest of your abilities, after I and Satine had revived you and Toshiko.”

He added “You’ll need them as a guide. You’re going to learn so much, and live for an extremely long time. You wouldn’t be able to take in and cope with the entire complex and advanced knowledge you’ll be taught.” He went on “Not even Recon will be able to affect you. It’s no match for the highly and complex and deadly steel traps, that are now yours and Toshiko’s minds.”

Owen asked “How do you know about Recon, it’s a substance designed and used only by Torchwood?” Christian replied “I and Satine are from earth. We worked for Torchwood one in London.”

He added “We were killed in the final battle by the Daleks. The Doctor attended that battle. But he was unable to prevent any of the deaths by the Daleks and Cybermen. He was dealing with Yvonne Hartman. Blasted woman was a menace and a manic. She in my opinion deserved what she got in the end.”

Owen sighed and replied “Yeah, Yvonne was one hell of a bitch. She took serving her queen and country to whole and new lengths. Stupid bloody bint was cracked if you ask me. She was converted into a Cyberman.”

Owen then snorted and shook his head, while Christian sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. He then gestured to the parchment in Owen’s grasp. “Ok you, get to it. Start memorising those vows. You’ll be getting married in five minutes.”

Owen visibly paled at hearing this. Christian smirked and commented “Not nervous, huh?” Owen shot him a dirty look, before returning his attention to the parchment in his hands. Christian snorted, and went over to the talk to the holy man.