A/N Drabbly Doctor Who-y crossover-ish :)

PS. I've been told by AnotherBlueScript (who had dead internet at the moment) to warn anyone reading 'I Still Want that Essay, Jones' that Blue's got a new fic coming so she's deserted ISWTEJ- FOR THE MOMENT! She thanks everyone for putting up with her :)

As Jack danced with a newly wedded Gwen he sighed.

The memories, the good, the bad and the ugly ones had all resurfaced over the day.

Why was it that weddings were about the future when all Jack ever saw was his past?

And as that thought travelled through his mind Jack heard, with wonder, Glen Miller fading through the speakers as the brown hair changed to blonde and the beautiful white dress changed to the patriotic British flag.

The hall was replaced with a giant clock face and the ground with his spaceship, the one he lost in order to gain so much; the one he surrendered to travel with the Doctor who, in taking Jack on, was saving his life.

So as Jack danced with Gwen he wasn't dancing with her at all, Jack was dancing with memories. Far more memories than Gwen could ever have.

But most of all, Jack was dancing with the memory of being mortal in the middle of a German air raid with a woman enclosed in a union jack.

And by God he missed the exhilaration.