Challenge 646 - Save the last dance

[m_findlow]

Title: Save the last dance
Character: Jack, Torchwood Team, Rhys
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 646 - Spin at tw100
Summary: Jack owes someone one last dance. A double drabble.

'Rhys!' Jack called out to him as the more upbeat number started to filter through the reception hall speakers. 'Care to dance?'

Rhys looked at Jack and wondered how much champagne he'd drunk. Don't think about the drinks tab, Rhys, he told himself. It's your bloody wedding day. He cast a glance at the others, trying to gauge if Jack was having him on, but there were no tell-tale signs from them trying to hide smirks or giggles. 'Not on your life,' he said.

'Oh, come on,' Jack implored. 'Everyone else has had a go.'

'That was not dancing,' Owen retorted, defending himself from the accusation. Ianto blushed a little and Tosh wore a decidedly happy look.

'I've saved all my best moves for the happy couple,' Jack insisted. 'Who wouldn't want a chance to spin around the dance floor with me? This could be our song.'

Rhys snorted. 'Stick to killing aliens.'

'It's you or the bride, Rhys. I've got moves and I need a partner.'

'If it boils down to that, you can bloody have her,' Rhys said, foisting his gorgeous wife in Jack's direction.

Jack grinned, taking Gwen by the hand. 'You don't know what you're missing.'

Comments

[bk_forever]

Should have taken him up on it, Rhys. Probably never get another chance.

[m-findlow.livejournal.com]

That would be hilarious if they did!