"By the power invested in me, from the church and the state, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride."
Jack Harkness turned to the brunette beauty beside him; lifted her veil over her head and kissed her gently on the lips. The few witnesses clapped politely. They then turned to the people sitting in the sanctuary, most of them their co-workers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr and Mrs Captain Jack Harkness," the priest said.
Together Jack and Sarah left the sanctuary, happily married. They climbed into the carriage waiting outside for them and just as the carriage began to move, Sarah tossed her bouquet.
Ten Months Later
Jack looked up from where he sat outside of the bedroom with urgency in his eyes. For the last few hours he had endured listening to Sarah's cries of agony as she brought their child into the world, "Yes?"
"It's a girl."
Jack looked like he had just been punched, he couldn't believe it, but somehow he found his voice, "And Sarah?! Is she alright?"
The doctor nodded, "Yes, she is asking for you."
Before the man could say anymore Jack brushed past him and strode into the room. There in the bed was Sarah holding a tiny bundle in her arms. Sweat was dripping down her face and her hair was sticking to her forehead, but she never looked more beautiful. She smiled up at her husband, "Come and meet your daughter," she said softly.
Jack sat down next to her on the bed and Sarah handed over the bundle. Inside the blankets was the most beautiful baby girl he had ever seen.
"What is her name?"
Jack and Sarah looked up to the voice from the doorway, there stood Emily Holroyd, their employer from Torchwood. He glanced at Sarah briefly and she tried to smile at Emily, "Aidan Elise," she said.
"Aidan Elise Harkness, a good match there. May I see her?"
Jack tore his gaze from Emily back to his daughter, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms, and he didn't want to wake her. But before he could make the decision Emily took the child from his arms. He watched with intent as Emily looked at the child, "She has Jack's eyes…and deep brown tuffs. Simply a spinning image of her parents, she truly is a Welsh beauty," Emily paused, secretly dreading what she knew must be done. One of the rules was that Torchwood Employee's can not raise a family. The Institute was a secret organization, and having children who do not know how to keep their mouth's shut could put them all at risk. She then turned for the doorway, "I will see you in a few days."
"Emily…would you like to give us our daughter back?" Jack asked.
Emily turned slightly, "I'm sorry Captain, but we have bent the rules enough allowing you and Sarah to marry. But if her Highness knew of your child…it could cause us all problems. It is best now if I take her and do what must be done before you two get to much more attached to her."
Jack looked at Sarah who had a look of sheer terror on her face, he then stood up and walked over to Emily, "Give me my daughter back," he said softly.
"I'm sorry Jack but she needs to be taken from you two. Now I will be leaving, you and Sarah may have a few days for her to heal from giving birth, but they are already waiting for me to take her where she is set to go. Now goodbye," she then turned and left. The only reason why Jack didn't try to get the child from her was because scenarios of her being dropped or having severe harm happening played through his head. He turned to Sarah; tears were streaming down her face.
He turned away from her and watched as Emily left the house. Jack then walked back into the room and sat down on the bed, allowing Sarah to sob in his arms.
"Take me to Saint Mary's and make haste," Emily ordered as she sat in carriage.
"But I thought we were to go to the river from here," the driver said.
"There has been a change in plans. I want to go to Saint Mary's first. Now go at once!"
"Aye ma'am," the man said, as then the carriage began to move.
Emily looked at the child's face with pity, she knew what it had been like to grow up without parents. She also saw to much death with the job she did, and the thought of killing a child just a mere hour old was unbearable.
She then looked to Alice, "Dear take this down," she said.
Alice pulled a piece of paper out of her bag a pen; and an inkwell. Which she balanced on the seat beside her, "This is Aidan Elise Harkness, and I have found that I can not take care of her any longer. I hope you can give her a good home," just as Alice finished writing down Emily's words the carriage stopped.
"Make sure it is dry and put it into an envelope."
Alice did as she was told and then a moment later handed the note to Emily. She stood out of the carriage with the still sleeping Aidan and walked over to the door of the orphanage. She set the child down on the step and placed the note on top of the blankets. She then knocked and rushed back to the carriage. It took off a moment longer, and just as the building became like a speck in the distance, Emily saw the door open and a woman discover the child.