Just a Bit Unexpected Chapter 1
Title: Just a Bit Unexpected
Author: bardlover6
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto Gwen/Rhys
Rating: R overall , PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: implied m/m sex, language, violence, angst (I'm a sucker for it), and mpreg (yes, I went there!)
Spoilers: Let's say anything in seasons 1 or 2 of Torchwood and Seasons 1-4 of Doctor Who is game. Specific spoilers for 1.01 Everything Changes, 1.04 Cyberwoman, 1.05 Countryside, 2.04 Meat, 2.12 Fragments, and 2.13 Exit Wounds in this story at some point at least.
Summary: Jack and Ianto's relationship has survived a lot, but can it survive this?
Note: All mistakes mine as it is unbetaed.
Note 2: For all interested, Burn Gorman is Hindly in the PBS Masterpiece theatre version of Wuthering Heights. It aired last night (part 1) and part 2 will air next Sunday. Check your local PBS station in the US for the time. (I guess this probably is a BBC import). He does a great job as the giant twat Hindly, and had a moment where his voice and hand motions were almost identical to Countryside "If I did (need help getting 'it' up--Tosh referring to the tent) I wouldn't ask you"
Just a Bit Unexpected
Chapter 1/?
Ianto Jones was used to the extraordinary. After all, he had worked for Torchwood One and currently worked for Torchwood Three. He had an immortal lover. His office had a pet pterodactyl/pteradon. He had fought weevils, Hoix, crazy alien gases obsessed with sex, and his own girlfriend as a half-converted cyberwoman. Yes, he liked to think he did unusual quite well.
When Jack swanned off during a mission to capture a few rogue weevils, leaving himself and Gwen to handle all of them, Ianto was more than a little put out. He and Gwen were capable yes, but a little help would have been nice. Two hours later, Jack still hadn’t returned to the hub, and Ianto was torn between extreme ire and full-blast worry. Why hadn’t Jack called? Better yet, why hadn’t he answered any of his or Gwen’s calls? Gwen called Rhys to let him know that she would stay with Ianto for a bit longer, and even Rhys had sounded worried about Jack. Ianto would have been amused in any other situation.
Resigned to the inevitable, Ianto called hospitals, the local Cardiff police (Swanson found it a bit too funny that Torchwood had “lost” their illustrious leader), Torchwood Two, and UNIT. The only glimmer of hope was that no hospitals had a man fitting Jack’s description in their morgues (that would have involved a lot of retcon). Gwen had discovered that Dr. Martha Jones was unreachable at UNIT at present. Finally, a bit of the mystery was clearing up.
Ianto nearly hit the roof. “If he’s off playing hero with the bloody Doctor!” he cried, pounding the desk. “Why can’t he ever give a head’s up? I have a mind to give both him and that rude Time Lord a talking to.”
Gwen chuckled. “I would pay to see you scolding the Doctor, Ianto. I really would.”
Five hours later, Martha Jones called Ianto’s mobile. “Ianto? Look, sorry about all the worry. Jack’s here with me in London. He’s fine, I swear.”
“Why couldn’t he have told us that five hours ago?” Ianto coldly inquired. “Martha, put Jack on the phone. Now.”
“Ianto, look…”
“Martha, just let me talk to Jack.”
“Oh, fine. Here.”
“Ianto?” Jack’s voice was much more hesitant that usual.
“Why didn’t you call us, sir? We’ve been worried sick about you, Gwen and I. We’ve called hospitals, morgues, the Cardiff Police, anyone we could think of. And then Martha was impossible to reach! I thought you’d run off with that Doctor of yours again without so much as a kiss my foot!”
“Do you really think I’d run off with the Doctor again?” Jack’s voice was noticeably small.
“What was I supposed to think, Jack?” Ianto replied, voicing his greatest fear. “It’s always the Doctor.”
“Ianto, I’m sorry. Tell Gwen too. Look, I’m coming back to Cardiff tonight. Tell Gwen to go home to Rhys. Tell Swanson she can’t get rid of me so easily.”
“Consider it done.”
“And Ianto?” Again, that small voice. Ianto didn’t like this voice.
“Will you wait for me in the hub? I need to talk to you about something in person.”
Ianto’s heart leapt into his throat. That didn’t sound good. “Of course. I’ll see you soon.” He closed his phone. “Gwen, go home. Jack was apparently rollicking around London with Martha today. Tell Rhys not to worry, Jack was just being Jack.”
“Ianto,” Gwen cooed, reaching out to soothe the young man.
He shrugged her off. “I’m fine. Just irritated that he let us worry about him for so long. I’m waiting for him here. He says he has something to discuss with me.”
“Ianto, I’m sure it’s fine.” It was apparent Gwen didn’t believe that either.
“Of course. Go home. I’ll alert Torchwood Two and the Cardiff Police that Jack is accounted for and fit as a fiddle.”
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More than two hours alone in the hub gave Ianto plenty of time to worry. He knew something was off about Jack. His lover had been a bit moody lately, and now this disappearance coupled with the hesitant voice. Ianto pondered what could possibly be the subject Jack felt merited a face-to-face delivery.
Jack was chunking him for a pretty young blonde in her twenties or a sexy guy? John Hart? The Doctor’s newest companion?
He was resigning Torchwood and going to work for UNIT? He did always mention how much he loved men in uniforms, and he expressed a fondness for those red caps. Besides, it would put in close proximity to Martha Jones, another former companion of the Doctor.
Maybe Jack really was going to go travelling with the Doctor again. It wasn’t as bad as being chunked, but it was nearly the same. He would once again expect Ianto to be waiting for him with open arms whenever he bothered to go back.
When Jack finally appeared, he blundered in mid-apology and looking decidedly worse for the wear. Then he insisted they both sit down.
Yep, bad news alright if Jack wanted him sitting down, Ianto couldn’t help but think.
“Ianto, I wasn’t sure. I had to go to Martha to find out for sure before I told you. It’s just, I’ve never directly told you it was something to worry about, and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.”
“Jack, just tell me,” Ianto sighed impatiently.
“The thing is, I’m pregnant.”
Ianto was wrong. He thought he was used to the extraordinary, but he could never have prepared himself for this.