Gerard wiped his hand across his cheek, collecting the drops of sweat and hair dye that had mixed and formed a river running slowly across his hairline.

He took a deep breath, trying to catch the few he'd just missed. Panting a little, he moved his other hand up to his mouth.

"Thank you so much. So glad you're all here with us on what is about to become a very special occasion for me."

The crowd cheered, buzzing with anticipation at what was about to happen next.

Gerard clipped the microphone back in to the stand, and opened his mouth to speak.

It had been two years since he'd last seen Jack and Ianto and the rest of Torchwood, and almost four they had returned from the future with Frank.

"Wanna see some magic?" he asked the audience with a wink, who screamed back some nonsense that he took in the affirmative.

Grinning, he shook his body a little, as if to overcome his nerves, and tipped his head back.

He reached his thumb and forefinger in to his mouth, pulling out something shiny.

"Friend of mine taught me that. S'just as well, I could never fit a box in these jeans."

Wolf whistles from around the stage confirmed just how tight the jeans were, and a chorus of "OH MY GOD" from the front row were still not enough to attract the attention of the band.

Mikey, Ray and Frank were just milling around by the Bob and the drums, absently playing their instruments, not paying any attention to Gerard's (what they thought was) usual interaction with the crowd.

"Seeing as they're not paying any attention, any of you bright sparks realised what I'm gonna do?"

Two new men entered the stage from each side, and Gerard turned to look at them with a grin on his face.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked, but in to the microphone, still hoping to get his band members' attention.

"Wouldn't miss this for the world."

Frank was still playing with his eyes closed, now a lot nearer to his microphone, which he spoke in to, confused as he heard the familiar Welsh tones.

"Miss what?"

The audience laughed as his confused, innocent expression, before chorusing a pantomime "He's behind you!"

Which was, of course, his cue to turn around.

"I love match-making. I think we should do it professionally." Jack Harkness said as he joined his husband at the end of the now empty stage.

"Damn it, I'm all out of wedding fairy jokes." Ianto retorted with a half smile. "Seriously, if I eat another wedding cake, I will turn in to one."

"Mikey and Bert's was nice. Ray and Bob had some really good cake."

"Yeah... Gerard and Frank's was better though."

"Chocolate and coffee. Of course you loved it."

"Yeah." The two were almost smothered by the sudden awkward silence surrounding them. "You know, we never had a wedding cake."

"Oh really?" Jack said, raising an eyebrow as he pulled a plate from behind him.

Ianto laughed on the sight of the cupcake.

"It's not just a cupcake!" Jack protested.

And indeed it was not. Iced on the top was one of those Love Heart sweets.

But not just any message was on it. No, this one read "CJJ-H 3 IH-J 4EVA"

"Cute, huh? Now protect it from Ray and we'll be good."

Wiping a bit of icing on Jack's cheek, Ianto corrected him. "No, now we're good."

I had a horrible dream that a girl I know found out about this. And today, she either mouthed "Have you got a crush on Will?" or "Why do mooses hate you?" at me. I'm probably just paranoid.

Anyhoo, this is the final chapter. An epilogue, I guess. Don't worry, I've left some room open for sequels and prologues to the epilogue and yeah.

If you like House MD, I think I will start doing a fic for that. Maybe finish the ones I've left abandoned and gathering computer dust.

God, I'm going to miss this. I've loved the last 63 chapters with you all. Even you silent readers. You're all fantastic people, and I hope to have reason to talk to you again.