Café Mocha: Essential Child Raising Agent Chapter Three
Title: Café Mocha: Essential Child Raising Agent
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Genre: Romance, Humour
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: Adult concepts, Possibilities of some strong language, Subtle hints for season three
Summary: One night something unexpected comes through the rift and shocks the team.
In which Ianto finds a part of him he never knew he had, and Jack pervs on babies.
Author's Notes: Kudos to my wonderful beta Aaya, whose help has been immeasurable.
Disclaimer: I own nothing: it all belongs to Russell T. Davies. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Previous parts: 1, 2
“Well,” Jack said, grunting as he lifted Ianto’s unconscious body into his arms. “I better put him upstairs.”
“I can’t believe it,” Gwen mumbled.
“I’m pretty sure it came as a shock to Ianto too,” commented Owen dryly.
Jack walked towards his office, still giving the team orders, “Tosh, I want you to compare the baby’s DNA to that of Lisa Hallett’s.”
“Right away,” Tosh said as she turned back to her workstation, searching for Lisa’s DNA in the many databases.
Gwen and Owen peered at the baby closely.
“You know,” Gwen started, “she does look like him a bit. The eyes, the nose…”
Owen agreed, “Babies generally tend to take after their father’s in the first year of their life to prevent them from being disowned.”
“I don’t know,” sighed Gwen, “Ianto and Lisa obviously didn’t have children, so how come she exists?”
Jack watched the unconscious man in his arms carefully. Ianto obviously hadn’t known about this child and it was highly unlikely that Lisa would have had one, even before she was turned into a Cyberman. He sighed and shifted Ianto so that he was almost sitting in his lap. She must have come from a parallel world. That was the only explanation. That also meant that there was an alternate Ianto and Lisa out there missing a baby. Most likely distraught. Or would they be dead? Had the Cybermen won the battle at Canary Wharf? Was she an orphan?
So many questions, complications and for once, Jack found himself wishing that things could be simpler.
Ianto stirred in his arms, and Jack knew he’d be awake soon. He would want to keep the baby, of course; he had already become attached to her in the space of a couple of hours. Would he want Jack to be a parent figure in her life? How would he cope bringing up a small child? Would he leave Torchwood?
Jack knew that deep down he loved Ianto. He just didn’t really want to be in touch with those emotions either, that meant examining his feelings which would make him realise just how much he loved the man. But that would change soon, babies made things harder. Would this baby turn their ‘thing’ into ‘A Thing’?
“I know you don’t age,” Ianto said, interrupting Jack out of his thoughts, “But if you keep frowning like that, you’re going to get lines on your forehead.”
Jack smiled, “Heya.” He paused as Ianto swung himself round on his lap so that he faced Jack, “How you feeling?”
“Can we not talk about that for a while?” Ianto murmured into Jack’s neck. “I need…” He gulped audibly, “I just need…”
Jack understood that Ianto needed all to be right in his world before he dealt with the baby downstairs.
Determined to make Ianto forget about the night’s events for an hour or two, he slid two fingers under Ianto’s chin and tilted his head up so he could kiss him. Ianto responded to the kiss enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck and pushing his braces off his shoulders.
It was only when Jack had moved them onto his desk that he sat back on his haunches, straddling Ianto’s naked body that he asked, “You do want this right? I’m not forcing you or anything, am I?”
Ianto frowned, annoyed that Jack had stopped, but then he paused, sat up and his expression turned to amused, “Do you really think you could force me?”
“Ianto…” Jack clambered off Ianto and stood opposite his desk.
“Do you want to know what I was thinking about earlier in the car?” Ianto asked as he pulled Jack towards him, and then pushed him onto the desk so that he was lying down. “I was thinking about this.” He straddled Jack, grasped his penis and the two lost themselves in each other for the next hour and a half.
“You feeling better?” Jack asked as he rolled Ianto onto his chest to hug him.
Ianto smiled, “Much.”
“Good,” Jack said as he planted a kiss on Ianto’s head, “now up, you’ve got to face the world, or more specifically, your daughter.”
Ianto groaned as he stood up, “You’re putting me off going downstairs.” He turned around to offer Jack a hand up, and then started to hunt around the office for his clothes.
“You don’t need to worry about it,” Jack said as he started getting dressed, “I’m here to help you; whatever decision you make.”
Ianto sighed as he found his trousers on a lamp, then proceeded to put them back on, “But that’s the thing-I’m going to be responsible for this little person, I have to make all the decisions for her.” He paused, getting to the root of the problem as he buttoned up his shirt, “I’m twenty-six years old. What do I know about children? I mean, this morning my biggest worry was thinking of an excuse so I could get you into bed and now I have to look after a two-week-old baby. I didn’t even know that the milk had to be heated up.”
Jack pulled his braces over his shoulders before he went to comfort Ianto, “So? There are books, videos, the Internet.” He kissed Ianto on the forehead. “Learn as you go along; there is no manual on how to be a parent. Besides,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the other man’s nose, “you were always a fast learner.”
Ianto laughed softly then pulled his suit jacket on. “I’m right behind you with this, Ianto,” Jack said as he opened the door and the two of them left his office.
“I was afraid you’d say that,” Ianto muttered.
“Why?” Jack asked, worried that Ianto wanted an excuse to get him out his life.
Ianto turned to Jack and smiled, “Because now I’m aroused again.”
Jack’s response was cut off by the sound of the baby crying. They walked over to the workstations to see Tosh and Gwen trying to calm her down.
“’Bout time,” Owen said as he caught sight of the two men, “she’s been crying for ages.”
Ianto was horrified as the baby was passed into his arms and she quietened down immediately, “Why didn’t you get me earlier?”
Owen snorted, “Like any of us were going to go up there.”
Tosh pulled Jack over to her workstation. “Lisa is the mother of the baby,” she told him, and leaned closer to Jack to whisper, “but what is he going to do with her? I mean, how did she get here?”
Jack was honest, “I don’t know.” He paused, realising that Ianto was entitled to know these results and pulled him over to the screen to have a look. Ianto stared at it, eyes wide.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Owen muttered, “just looking at the baby you could tell she was mixed race.”
At Gwen and Tosh’s glares he elaborated, “What? Well she’s not pale is she? She’s a kind of warm mocha colour.” He paused, “Speaking of food, I’m going to order a take away since some people couldn’t be arsed to pick anything up on their way in.”
“I think a baby’s more important than a Chinese, Owen.” Gwen retorted.
Owen started a nasty retort back but was cut off by Ianto. “Oh-”
“I’m going to keep her,” announced Ianto, holding the baby up in front of him, like she was some kind of trophy.
The team murmured their approval and Gwen hugged him, “I’m so glad, you made the right choice, you know.”
Chapter Four...