Fic: Unbelievable
Hi, so I'm not dead. YAY!!!! And, I've actually written something. YAY!!! I feel pretty lame for this though because it's fanfic for fanfic. In particular it's fanfic for teachwriteslash 's un-verse which is pretty awesome. Well, all teachwriteslash 's fic is pretty awesome. Anyway let's get on with the ficage.
Title: Unbelievable
Fandom: Torchwood
Verse: teachwriteslash
Rating: PG-13 maybe R (only for much usage of the f-word)
Warnings: Swearing, mpreg (of course if you know the un-verse that's sorta a given)
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, the-un-named-kid-Gwen-and-Rhys-adopt-whom-I-have-named-Devdan/Mattie
Summary: “Gwen, does this mean I’m going to have to kill your son?”
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I'm broke.
The sun shone threw the blue curtains of the kitchen window as Ianto whistled to himself as he finished making breakfast. It was Saturday, the first day of the kids’ summer hols. Jack had an early morning meeting with the PM, Kynan had bolted first thing, to do who knows what with who knows who, and Mei-Mei had the spent the night at the Williams’. That left Ianto and Mattie, who was currently sprawled on the couch watching Saturday morning cartoons.
“Breakfast is ready, go wash your hands, Titch,” Ianto lounged in the door-jam and resisted the urge to laugh when Mattie rolled his eyes. Still the boy popped up from the couch and promptly vomited all over his socks. “Are you, okay?” Ianto was at Mattie’s side in under a second, “What am I saying, of course you’re not okay you were just sick all over the floor.”
“I’m fine, Tad.” Mattie groaned as he peeled off his soggy socks. “I’ll just clean this up, wash my hands, and then we’ll have breakfast, yeah.”
“You’re not fine, Mattie, you’re sick and breakfast will probably just make you more sick.” Ianto mentally cursed the mentality of teenage boys.
“Tad, it’s fine. I just stood up a bit too fast.” He started to pad towards the linen closet for a towel. “I’ve just been a bit sensitive lately is all; it’s just probably some weird bug. I’ll be right as rain in day or two. Till then I’ll stand up slow and stay away from coffee and oranges.”
Ianto got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “How long is lately?”
“Just the past couple of days.” Mattie shrugged. “Got to skive off phys. ed. and that’s always a plus, yeah.”
“Okay, so we’ll clean this up and then we’re going to see Martha.” Ianto silently prayed to whatever god was listening that this not be what he thought it was.
“Tad,” Mattie whinged, “I don’t need to see Aunt Martha.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Mathias.” Ianto sighed. “Now let’s get this cleaned up, yeah.”
***
“Good Morning, Donna,” Ianto called as he frog marched Mattie into the hub. He nodded at Gwen as they passed her desk, not really sure what to say to her. He didn’t stop until he reached Martha’s med station. “Scan him.” Ianto pushed Mattie at Martha.
Martha just nodded as if she had been expecting this, sat Mattie down, and turned on the scanner. All three watched the display screen as the information came up.
“Fuck,” Mattie breathed and placed his hands and his gaze on his lower abdomen, “Fuck.”
Ianto just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Gwen,” he called, “I’m going to kill your son,” though he only said it half-heartedly.
“What?” Gwen sort of jogged over to them. “Oh, fucking hell,” she grimaced as she saw the display screen. “Not if I kill him first.”
Mattie flinched.
Gwen whipped out her cell phone, “Rhys, sweetheart,” Gwen’s voice took on the sickeningly sweet timber that it had when she was politely pissed, “Is Devdan there?...No? Then could you call him and tell him to come to the hub? Thanks, Love....Oh, what did he do? He got Mattie up the duff....Yes, love, that was exactly what I said. Now be a dear and call Dev. I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to do it at the moment....Thanks, Love.” Gwen deflated after she hung up the phone. “Fuck.”
“Uh-huh,” Mattie nodded.
***
When Jack came back his meeting with the PM complaining loudly about governmental idiocy he looked down from the invisible lift expecting to see sympathetic faces turned up at him. Instead, he saw Martha talking to Mattie on the couch, the boy’s 1.93 meter frame still taking up most of the space even though he was curled up and picking on the laces of his trainers. On Martha’s other side Jack saw Devdan, sitting backwards on an office chair and trying to look responsible instead of miserable. Ianto and Gwen were sitting at Gwen’s work station looking exhausted. Ianto gave jack a tired little wave.
“Gwen, does this mean I’m going to have to kill your son?” Jack growled already pissy.
“That or get out the shot gun,” Ianto smiled wanly, “I really would prefer it if our grandchild had both parents.”
Jack blanched. “Fuck.”
Title: Unbelievable
Fandom: Torchwood
Verse: teachwriteslash
Rating: PG-13 maybe R (only for much usage of the f-word)
Warnings: Swearing, mpreg (of course if you know the un-verse that's sorta a given)
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Gwen/Rhys, the-un-named-kid-Gwen-and-Rhys-adopt-whom-I-have-named-Devdan/Mattie
Summary: “Gwen, does this mean I’m going to have to kill your son?”
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I'm broke.
The sun shone threw the blue curtains of the kitchen window as Ianto whistled to himself as he finished making breakfast. It was Saturday, the first day of the kids’ summer hols. Jack had an early morning meeting with the PM, Kynan had bolted first thing, to do who knows what with who knows who, and Mei-Mei had the spent the night at the Williams’. That left Ianto and Mattie, who was currently sprawled on the couch watching Saturday morning cartoons.
“Breakfast is ready, go wash your hands, Titch,” Ianto lounged in the door-jam and resisted the urge to laugh when Mattie rolled his eyes. Still the boy popped up from the couch and promptly vomited all over his socks. “Are you, okay?” Ianto was at Mattie’s side in under a second, “What am I saying, of course you’re not okay you were just sick all over the floor.”
“I’m fine, Tad.” Mattie groaned as he peeled off his soggy socks. “I’ll just clean this up, wash my hands, and then we’ll have breakfast, yeah.”
“You’re not fine, Mattie, you’re sick and breakfast will probably just make you more sick.” Ianto mentally cursed the mentality of teenage boys.
“Tad, it’s fine. I just stood up a bit too fast.” He started to pad towards the linen closet for a towel. “I’ve just been a bit sensitive lately is all; it’s just probably some weird bug. I’ll be right as rain in day or two. Till then I’ll stand up slow and stay away from coffee and oranges.”
Ianto got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “How long is lately?”
“Just the past couple of days.” Mattie shrugged. “Got to skive off phys. ed. and that’s always a plus, yeah.”
“Okay, so we’ll clean this up and then we’re going to see Martha.” Ianto silently prayed to whatever god was listening that this not be what he thought it was.
“Tad,” Mattie whinged, “I don’t need to see Aunt Martha.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Mathias.” Ianto sighed. “Now let’s get this cleaned up, yeah.”
***
“Good Morning, Donna,” Ianto called as he frog marched Mattie into the hub. He nodded at Gwen as they passed her desk, not really sure what to say to her. He didn’t stop until he reached Martha’s med station. “Scan him.” Ianto pushed Mattie at Martha.
Martha just nodded as if she had been expecting this, sat Mattie down, and turned on the scanner. All three watched the display screen as the information came up.
“Fuck,” Mattie breathed and placed his hands and his gaze on his lower abdomen, “Fuck.”
Ianto just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Gwen,” he called, “I’m going to kill your son,” though he only said it half-heartedly.
“What?” Gwen sort of jogged over to them. “Oh, fucking hell,” she grimaced as she saw the display screen. “Not if I kill him first.”
Mattie flinched.
Gwen whipped out her cell phone, “Rhys, sweetheart,” Gwen’s voice took on the sickeningly sweet timber that it had when she was politely pissed, “Is Devdan there?...No? Then could you call him and tell him to come to the hub? Thanks, Love....Oh, what did he do? He got Mattie up the duff....Yes, love, that was exactly what I said. Now be a dear and call Dev. I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to do it at the moment....Thanks, Love.” Gwen deflated after she hung up the phone. “Fuck.”
“Uh-huh,” Mattie nodded.
***
When Jack came back his meeting with the PM complaining loudly about governmental idiocy he looked down from the invisible lift expecting to see sympathetic faces turned up at him. Instead, he saw Martha talking to Mattie on the couch, the boy’s 1.93 meter frame still taking up most of the space even though he was curled up and picking on the laces of his trainers. On Martha’s other side Jack saw Devdan, sitting backwards on an office chair and trying to look responsible instead of miserable. Ianto and Gwen were sitting at Gwen’s work station looking exhausted. Ianto gave jack a tired little wave.
“Gwen, does this mean I’m going to have to kill your son?” Jack growled already pissy.
“That or get out the shot gun,” Ianto smiled wanly, “I really would prefer it if our grandchild had both parents.”
Jack blanched. “Fuck.”