Girls vs Blokes!
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ericadawn16Title: When All the Stars Were Falling
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Martha, Gwen, James Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A football game ends horribly.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: Princess Jewelry
Girls vs Blokes!
Ianto picked Cady up and spun her around so her gleeful screams echoed.
“We’ll be waiting in the tourist office…” he spoke as his fingers lingered on Jack’s arm.
Ianto hoisted her up the stairs and into the little room where she promptly ran to the stool, climbing up on it.
“Spaceship!” she demanded and he started to spin her. However, it got tiring so he stopped to her annoyance.
“No, keep going,” she complained and he shook his head, “Then, I’m gonna drive the spaceship.”
She spun the stool by herself as though an invisible occupant sat there and maybe there was according to her. Then, the door opened as the pizza delivery person struggled inside with the two boxes. He went to help her, but she was already inside so he reached for his wallet and pulled out the appropriate cash.
“What a cute daughter,” the young woman commented; gold earrings bounced. It hadn’t been the first time someone had made that mistake around him, but it bothered him more this time than it used to. There wasn’t time to think on that though before Cady stopped the stool with a sudden stop.
“He’s not my daddy. He’s Yano,” she mispronounced and the woman looked embarrassed.
“Keep the change,” he told her and she left as fast as possible.
“Pizza!” she cried and he asked, “Can you make your way down the stairs by yourself?”
The little girl nodded so that her dark curls flew up.
“Be careful,” he warned, opening the door and picking up the food. It was a slow pace as she made it down step by step, but they did it. Lunch was served in the conference room where Cady insisted on sitting on Ianto’s lap. He set a nice slice of cheese pizza on a napkin for her while he bit into his meat lover’s. However, she began picking off all the cheese on top and stuffing it into her mouth.
“I need ‘nother one,” she spoke with her cheeks still full and the bottom half still remaining.
“What? You’re not going to eat the rest of it?” asked Martha, wiping her hands.
“No,” the little girl replied as though that had been the stupidest question ever. Ianto reached over to put another piece of pizza on Cady’s napkin while giving Martha a look to drop it. There was no way of knowing whether she was past having fits. He really didn’t want to deal with that today and wasn’t sure James would be up to the task. Luckily, no one said another word about it and after two more pieces, she declared herself done with lunch.
Four pieces wasn’t too bad, Ianto thought and asked her, “You want to play football now?”
“Okay,” she agreed and climbed down.
“Normal rules apply…kicking it into the water is one goal while hitting the couch is another. Who wants where?” asked Ianto about a quarter of an hour later as they all stood downstairs. As long as nothing came up, everyone wanted to play.
“How about girls versus blokes?” Gwen suggested with mischief in her brown eyes.
“I like the sound of that,” Martha agreed, coming beside her, “We take the water.”
“Points will be taken away for hitting it into the medical bay and any equipment broke will be taken out of your salary,” Jack warned and they all walked to the approximate middle of the room. Martha and Gwen lined up beside each other as did Jack, James and Ianto but Cady remained by Ianto’s side.
“No, you have to be with the other girls,” he told her and she tried to argue, “But...”
“Na buts,” the Welshman spoke and she walked to the other females at the pace of an old person with a walker. Ianto threw up the ball and it hit the hard floor where Gwen hit it so it bounced off a railing and hit Tosh’s chair. For a second, he paused at the thought. He thought of Tosh and Owen less and less and James and Martha more and more, but still…when it did happen…
There was a hand on his shoulder and he saw Jack with concern on his face.
“It’s nothing,” he claimed and they both knew that was shit. However, Jack nodded and they joined the game again. Ever since Gwen had joined, she and Jack were brutal when it came to football except now; James had become just as bad. After an hour, the score was tied 3-3. It had been 4-3 until Martha bounced the ball off the wall and into the medical bay. The tied score remained for an hour until James kicked the ball as hard as he could which hit the couch, scoring a goal before rebounding at an alarming rate. Gwen shot out of the way so that it hit Ianto at almost full force. He was barely conscious of the expletive that came from his mouth as he doubled over in pain and shrank to the floor.
“Ianto!” Jack screamed and went to him. Ianto felt as though there was only fire where his crotch had been.
“I’m so sorry,” James spoke, shaking his head when Cady kicked him in the shin. There was a yelp after she did so, but Ianto shut his eyes. He was tempted to reach down and check that everything was still there. However, he resisted. He was lifted up by Jack who helped him into medical bay.
“Jack…Jack…this…this isn’t necessary,” he tried to speak except it was hard to do so and his voice was funny.
“Martha, I want you to check him out,” his lover ordered.
“No, please…” Ianto begged and even Martha shook her head. The pain was ebbing and he attempted to prove it by standing up until he had to sit back down. His crotch did not like any movement he made. It convinced their doctor who turned to Jack, saying, “But I won’t examine him with you standing right there.”
Jack frowned and with a reluctant expression, left the room. She turned back to him with an apologetic face, telling him, “I’m going to need you to pull your trousers and pants down.”
He eased the clasp on the belt and undid the zipper before pulling it down.
“No pants?!” she asked with surprise, doing that nervous thing with the hair that she did sometimes.
“Jack doesn’t either,” he reminded her while easing his trousers to a more comfortable spot at his ankles.
“Yeah, but Jack…,” Martha started, suddenly gasped…and not in a good way after he unbuttoned his shirt and tucked the tails back.
“Oh shit,” he agreed, looking down at his balls that were an odd hue of purple and twice their normal size.
“I can give you aspirin or a mild sedative,” Martha offered and he nodded because it was painful. She rifled through drawers and loaded up a new syringe.
“I’m going to have to do an ultrasound on them as well,” she spoke, shooting him in the arm and he thought he’d misheard her, but he hadn’t because she continued, “I have to make sure that nothing was damaged internally. Sometimes, there’s a rupture.”
Rupture was not something he had ever wanted to hear in reference to his testicles so he let her put the cold jelly on them although the coldness felt good. She waved the wand over them and was studying the picture on the screen. Ianto was glad that he was too out of it for anything embarrassing to happen.
“So…?” he asked when she didn’t say anything to him.
“It looks fine, just very bruised,” Martha spoke, handing him a towel. He didn’t want to wipe it off though because it felt nice at the moment.
“It’s going to harden,” she advised so he cleaned it off then, “Now, normally, you should have bed rest for the next 24-48 hours.”
“No, I have the dinner party tonight,” he argued but she had that look on her face like when someone was being an idiot which would have to be him.
“I know…”
“What about if I’m just careful?” he interrupted, easing his trousers back up.
“But bed rest right afterwards or I’ll tell Jack,” Martha threatened and he wondered how serious this was.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” he inquired, trying to cover himself with his trousers without zipping them up.
“It could still rupture, you could need surgery, there's infertility, impotence…” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Oh,” he commented, getting her point. He’d work something out.
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Martha, Gwen, James Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A football game ends horribly.
Author's Note: This has nothing to do with Iefan or Knocked Up or their stories. Starts after Exit Wounds. This is a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean. Okay, I admit it. This is a fix-it fic for Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Yay, Norrington!
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/140297.html
Previous Chapter: Princess Jewelry
Girls vs Blokes!
Ianto picked Cady up and spun her around so her gleeful screams echoed.
“We’ll be waiting in the tourist office…” he spoke as his fingers lingered on Jack’s arm.
Ianto hoisted her up the stairs and into the little room where she promptly ran to the stool, climbing up on it.
“Spaceship!” she demanded and he started to spin her. However, it got tiring so he stopped to her annoyance.
“No, keep going,” she complained and he shook his head, “Then, I’m gonna drive the spaceship.”
She spun the stool by herself as though an invisible occupant sat there and maybe there was according to her. Then, the door opened as the pizza delivery person struggled inside with the two boxes. He went to help her, but she was already inside so he reached for his wallet and pulled out the appropriate cash.
“What a cute daughter,” the young woman commented; gold earrings bounced. It hadn’t been the first time someone had made that mistake around him, but it bothered him more this time than it used to. There wasn’t time to think on that though before Cady stopped the stool with a sudden stop.
“He’s not my daddy. He’s Yano,” she mispronounced and the woman looked embarrassed.
“Keep the change,” he told her and she left as fast as possible.
“Pizza!” she cried and he asked, “Can you make your way down the stairs by yourself?”
The little girl nodded so that her dark curls flew up.
“Be careful,” he warned, opening the door and picking up the food. It was a slow pace as she made it down step by step, but they did it. Lunch was served in the conference room where Cady insisted on sitting on Ianto’s lap. He set a nice slice of cheese pizza on a napkin for her while he bit into his meat lover’s. However, she began picking off all the cheese on top and stuffing it into her mouth.
“I need ‘nother one,” she spoke with her cheeks still full and the bottom half still remaining.
“What? You’re not going to eat the rest of it?” asked Martha, wiping her hands.
“No,” the little girl replied as though that had been the stupidest question ever. Ianto reached over to put another piece of pizza on Cady’s napkin while giving Martha a look to drop it. There was no way of knowing whether she was past having fits. He really didn’t want to deal with that today and wasn’t sure James would be up to the task. Luckily, no one said another word about it and after two more pieces, she declared herself done with lunch.
Four pieces wasn’t too bad, Ianto thought and asked her, “You want to play football now?”
“Okay,” she agreed and climbed down.
“Normal rules apply…kicking it into the water is one goal while hitting the couch is another. Who wants where?” asked Ianto about a quarter of an hour later as they all stood downstairs. As long as nothing came up, everyone wanted to play.
“How about girls versus blokes?” Gwen suggested with mischief in her brown eyes.
“I like the sound of that,” Martha agreed, coming beside her, “We take the water.”
“Points will be taken away for hitting it into the medical bay and any equipment broke will be taken out of your salary,” Jack warned and they all walked to the approximate middle of the room. Martha and Gwen lined up beside each other as did Jack, James and Ianto but Cady remained by Ianto’s side.
“No, you have to be with the other girls,” he told her and she tried to argue, “But...”
“Na buts,” the Welshman spoke and she walked to the other females at the pace of an old person with a walker. Ianto threw up the ball and it hit the hard floor where Gwen hit it so it bounced off a railing and hit Tosh’s chair. For a second, he paused at the thought. He thought of Tosh and Owen less and less and James and Martha more and more, but still…when it did happen…
There was a hand on his shoulder and he saw Jack with concern on his face.
“It’s nothing,” he claimed and they both knew that was shit. However, Jack nodded and they joined the game again. Ever since Gwen had joined, she and Jack were brutal when it came to football except now; James had become just as bad. After an hour, the score was tied 3-3. It had been 4-3 until Martha bounced the ball off the wall and into the medical bay. The tied score remained for an hour until James kicked the ball as hard as he could which hit the couch, scoring a goal before rebounding at an alarming rate. Gwen shot out of the way so that it hit Ianto at almost full force. He was barely conscious of the expletive that came from his mouth as he doubled over in pain and shrank to the floor.
“Ianto!” Jack screamed and went to him. Ianto felt as though there was only fire where his crotch had been.
“I’m so sorry,” James spoke, shaking his head when Cady kicked him in the shin. There was a yelp after she did so, but Ianto shut his eyes. He was tempted to reach down and check that everything was still there. However, he resisted. He was lifted up by Jack who helped him into medical bay.
“Jack…Jack…this…this isn’t necessary,” he tried to speak except it was hard to do so and his voice was funny.
“Martha, I want you to check him out,” his lover ordered.
“No, please…” Ianto begged and even Martha shook her head. The pain was ebbing and he attempted to prove it by standing up until he had to sit back down. His crotch did not like any movement he made. It convinced their doctor who turned to Jack, saying, “But I won’t examine him with you standing right there.”
Jack frowned and with a reluctant expression, left the room. She turned back to him with an apologetic face, telling him, “I’m going to need you to pull your trousers and pants down.”
He eased the clasp on the belt and undid the zipper before pulling it down.
“No pants?!” she asked with surprise, doing that nervous thing with the hair that she did sometimes.
“Jack doesn’t either,” he reminded her while easing his trousers to a more comfortable spot at his ankles.
“Yeah, but Jack…,” Martha started, suddenly gasped…and not in a good way after he unbuttoned his shirt and tucked the tails back.
“Oh shit,” he agreed, looking down at his balls that were an odd hue of purple and twice their normal size.
“I can give you aspirin or a mild sedative,” Martha offered and he nodded because it was painful. She rifled through drawers and loaded up a new syringe.
“I’m going to have to do an ultrasound on them as well,” she spoke, shooting him in the arm and he thought he’d misheard her, but he hadn’t because she continued, “I have to make sure that nothing was damaged internally. Sometimes, there’s a rupture.”
Rupture was not something he had ever wanted to hear in reference to his testicles so he let her put the cold jelly on them although the coldness felt good. She waved the wand over them and was studying the picture on the screen. Ianto was glad that he was too out of it for anything embarrassing to happen.
“So…?” he asked when she didn’t say anything to him.
“It looks fine, just very bruised,” Martha spoke, handing him a towel. He didn’t want to wipe it off though because it felt nice at the moment.
“It’s going to harden,” she advised so he cleaned it off then, “Now, normally, you should have bed rest for the next 24-48 hours.”
“No, I have the dinner party tonight,” he argued but she had that look on her face like when someone was being an idiot which would have to be him.
“I know…”
“What about if I’m just careful?” he interrupted, easing his trousers back up.
“But bed rest right afterwards or I’ll tell Jack,” Martha threatened and he wondered how serious this was.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” he inquired, trying to cover himself with his trousers without zipping them up.
“It could still rupture, you could need surgery, there's infertility, impotence…” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Oh,” he commented, getting her point. He’d work something out.
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