"Gabriel," Mohinder said in his mocked, shocked voice. He couldn't help but laugh under his breath though, fingers twitching in his fiance's because this was real and this was happening and they just needed their turn to be called. As grand as the hall was, as full as it was of nervous people who decided not to spend their life saving on insanely lavish weddings, all Mohinder had eyes for was Gabriel.
After all this time, one would expect a crack in even the surface of their love, but that wasn't true at all and that was miraculous.
"Mr. Gabriel Gray and Mr. Mohinder Suresh? Do you have all of your documents?" A voice called them to the window to get all of the pesky paper work out of the way. Luckily, Mohinder had been proactive. While Gabriel primped, Mohinder had made sure that everything from their old lives were in order. His visa, kept up to date thanks to Jack, Gabriel's social security card-- It was all there. The clerk barely looked up, but did smile. She must have seen thousands of couples come by for a wedding in her time. "Do you have a preference in minister?
"I'll do it," a voice came from behind them, a little out of breath from the mad dash down the hall with a few choice people in tow. He pulled out what amounted to psychic paper, the sort that all of the time agents used to show credentials that fit with whatever the holder was saying and the observer was expecting and the woman copied down the name Jack Harkness on the officiant section of the form. Jack signed his name between the two startled men and then handed the pen to Gabriel. "Ready?"
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After all this time, one would expect a crack in even the surface of their love, but that wasn't true at all and that was miraculous.
"Mr. Gabriel Gray and Mr. Mohinder Suresh? Do you have all of your documents?" A voice called them to the window to get all of the pesky paper work out of the way. Luckily, Mohinder had been proactive. While Gabriel primped, Mohinder had made sure that everything from their old lives were in order. His visa, kept up to date thanks to Jack, Gabriel's social security card-- It was all there. The clerk barely looked up, but did smile. She must have seen thousands of couples come by for a wedding in her time. "Do you have a preference in minister?
"I'll do it," a voice came from behind them, a little out of breath from the mad dash down the hall with a few choice people in tow. He pulled out what amounted to psychic paper, the sort that all of the time agents used to show credentials that fit with whatever the holder was saying and the observer was expecting and the woman copied down the name Jack Harkness on the officiant section of the form. Jack signed his name between the two startled men and then handed the pen to Gabriel. "Ready?"