Jack- September 14th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack,Martha Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack calls up Martha.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous chapter: September 11th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
September 14th, 2009
“London or Mexico City,” Jack whispered and his hands in their coat pockets lay on top of the bump. He wasn’t ready for London or Britain. While he waited for the plane to take-off, he called up Martha.
“Jack!” she answered and he’d missed that voice.
“Martha Milligan, voice of a nightingale and birthday girl!” he spoke and smiled.
“Tom’s taking me out to a restaurant tonight,” she replied, “but I want to know about you. Gwen says you’re traveling.”
“Yeah,” he confirmed and rubbed his belly, “I’ve been all over.”
He wanted to tell her, he wanted to ask about the problem he was having and he wanted her to tell him that everything was going to be fine.
“Is there anything you wanted to tell me? You sound different, Jack,” said the voice on the other end with plenty of concern. She knew him too well.
“I’m fine,” he answered; forgetting that was his standard answer for when he wasn’t.
“Where are you? I could get a flight for tomorrow and come visit,” she suggested and he was so tempted to take her up on that offer, but it might be nothing. He didn’t want to worry her in the meantime.
“No, I’ll be fine. I will…there are just too many ghosts, too much dirt on my shoes to see anyone right now,” he said and it didn’t even sound convincing in his ears.
“If that’s what you want…” the young woman spoke, “I worry about you, Jack. We all do. I love you.”
“Happy Birthday, Martha,” the man told her and he hung up before another word. For a minute, he just stared at the contraption of metal and plastic. He almost wanted to call her back and tell her the real problem. There was an extremely good chance he was pregnant except it was Monday and he hadn’t felt any movement since Saturday. Just as he was about to redial, the stewardess made her announcement about keeping the mobile off.
When he arrived, Jack was beginning to worry himself sick. If there was no kicking, that meant it might not be real, that he might have imagined it and he wanted it to be real, needed it to be real. This would be a living being that he and Ianto had made together; another way of remembering him so he'd never be forgotten like he feared.
However, if it was real, one other hideous thought claimed his mind. He'd never had a successful pregnancy before. Last time, his blood pressure was too high too much of the time until the only solution was to deliver her early. His body hadn't been ready for it. Worrying wouldn't help matters now yet what if he'd lost it without realizing it?
He couldn't stand it. There must be some way to make it kick and he took out his mobile to see. First, it claimed that seventeen weeks wasn’t far enough along to worry about, but then he saw how on your second pregnancy, you can feel it earlier. The site also suggested orange juice and lying down. He looked around to spot bottles of orange juice for sale. He bought three and drank them in quick succession. It made him have to wee almost immediately. After coming from the loo, he sat on a bench and waited before giving up and lying down as it suggested.
“Kick, please kick. I’m giving you permission. Kick me all you want. Do you know how rare this offer is?” he whispered to himself “Fine, I’m ordering you to kick. Kick me right now! Why won’t you kick?”
He didn’t want to cry in public and he was getting dangerously close. The only other man around was crying because of the pepper he was eating. Now, that was a great idea. Jack approached the vendor and told him, “I want the hottest pepper you have.”
The Mexican grinned, told him the amount and after the exchange of money, gave him a red pepper.
“Red Savina, vaya con Dios, senor,” he spoke and started to laugh. Jack put the whole thing in his mouth to the stem and pulled. The juices flooded out as he chewed and it was hot. His mouth was on fire.
“¿Quieres un poco de pan, señor?” inquired the seller and laughed again. The former time agent nodded with vigor.
“Para usted, gratis,” he said with a grin and handed it over. Jack let it sit in his mouth. However, when the fire had passed, there had still been no activity down below.
“You were just a figment of my imagination,” he said with a sigh. Then, he heard sounds of a scuffle and out of the corner of his eye, a color he recognized. It belonged to a coat he knew well and he looked to see the owner involved in the fight. He could have left it alone except that it was a familiar face in a strange land and it didn’t give him regret to see him. Jack had never wronged him like everyone else. The other man started running as the police started to arrive and he ran after him.
When he woke up the next morning, it was in an empty bed and he struggled to keep up with what happened the night before. Then, he felt it…several hard kicks to his stomach.
“There you are, why didn’t you do that yesterday when I ate that pepper and ran after him and…oh no,” he realized and started to apologize with tears forming in his eyes, “I’m so sorry, baby. I drank that Tequila.”
Idiot, idiot, idiot, thought Jack, how could I be so stupid? Just because he hadn’t felt it move, he’d assumed the worst. He did recall throwing up a lot of it; maybe he’d thrown up all of it. That was the worst, but the runner-up was pretty bad, too. He’d had sex. He’d had sex with John Hart. He’d had sex with John Hart three times.
“How could I be so stupid?” he asked himself and rubbed his belly. Maybe he should even get some of those vitamins like Gwen had mentioned a time or two. With a sigh, he noted that the third anniversary of Canary Wharf was in two days.
However, he did buy some of those vitamins and tried to take them every day even though he didn’t stay very long in Mexico City. He didn’t stay very long anywhere. Just as he started to like it, started to feel comfortable…the ghosts would come and he’d remember the dead. Always, he had the hope that next time, he’d outrun them. There must be someplace on Earth that wasn’t a graveyard, but he hadn’t found it yet.
On the first of October, he found himself in New York. It was a nice enough place. He was almost tempted to see if Martha was in town as well. They hadn’t spoken since her birthday. Jack wasn’t sure why, it was just a fact. It was almost four months since Ianto had died and it was sad to realize how the planet really did go on without him or how he didn't dominate Jack's thoughts as much. The baby was both a reminder and a distraction. He stopped at a sweets shoppe for a large chocolate milkshake.
Even for New York, he had to admit he stood out from the crowd in his vintage look and he wasn’t surprised by the young woman eyeing him until she sat down beside him.
“I like your coat,” she announced with tight blond ringlets bouncing around her head.
“I get that a lot actually,” he told her and used the over-sized spoon to get at the remains on the bottom of the glass.
“Well, I do, you’re new in town, aren’t you? Midwest, like Indiana or something?” she guessed and he smiled at how wrong that was, “Your accent sounds like Midwest, on account of they don’t have an accent.”
She laughed and it had a nasal quality, like her words. She had to be a local.
“Yeah, I’m new,” he agreed as she sipped coke from a glass bottle.
“I could show you around,” she suggested and turned on the stool so her cleavage was on full display in front of him. He tried to maintain eye contact, but it was bloody tough and lost the battle with what he accidentally said next.
“And I could show you around my hotel room,” he said without thinking whatsoever.
Why had he said that? Well, he knew why he had said that, considering the breasts bouncing in front of him and the way his boxers were trying to unbutton themselves, stupid damn hormones.
October 1st, 2009
Characters: Jack,Martha Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack calls up Martha.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous chapter: September 11th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
September 14th, 2009
“London or Mexico City,” Jack whispered and his hands in their coat pockets lay on top of the bump. He wasn’t ready for London or Britain. While he waited for the plane to take-off, he called up Martha.
“Jack!” she answered and he’d missed that voice.
“Martha Milligan, voice of a nightingale and birthday girl!” he spoke and smiled.
“Tom’s taking me out to a restaurant tonight,” she replied, “but I want to know about you. Gwen says you’re traveling.”
“Yeah,” he confirmed and rubbed his belly, “I’ve been all over.”
He wanted to tell her, he wanted to ask about the problem he was having and he wanted her to tell him that everything was going to be fine.
“Is there anything you wanted to tell me? You sound different, Jack,” said the voice on the other end with plenty of concern. She knew him too well.
“I’m fine,” he answered; forgetting that was his standard answer for when he wasn’t.
“Where are you? I could get a flight for tomorrow and come visit,” she suggested and he was so tempted to take her up on that offer, but it might be nothing. He didn’t want to worry her in the meantime.
“No, I’ll be fine. I will…there are just too many ghosts, too much dirt on my shoes to see anyone right now,” he said and it didn’t even sound convincing in his ears.
“If that’s what you want…” the young woman spoke, “I worry about you, Jack. We all do. I love you.”
“Happy Birthday, Martha,” the man told her and he hung up before another word. For a minute, he just stared at the contraption of metal and plastic. He almost wanted to call her back and tell her the real problem. There was an extremely good chance he was pregnant except it was Monday and he hadn’t felt any movement since Saturday. Just as he was about to redial, the stewardess made her announcement about keeping the mobile off.
When he arrived, Jack was beginning to worry himself sick. If there was no kicking, that meant it might not be real, that he might have imagined it and he wanted it to be real, needed it to be real. This would be a living being that he and Ianto had made together; another way of remembering him so he'd never be forgotten like he feared.
However, if it was real, one other hideous thought claimed his mind. He'd never had a successful pregnancy before. Last time, his blood pressure was too high too much of the time until the only solution was to deliver her early. His body hadn't been ready for it. Worrying wouldn't help matters now yet what if he'd lost it without realizing it?
He couldn't stand it. There must be some way to make it kick and he took out his mobile to see. First, it claimed that seventeen weeks wasn’t far enough along to worry about, but then he saw how on your second pregnancy, you can feel it earlier. The site also suggested orange juice and lying down. He looked around to spot bottles of orange juice for sale. He bought three and drank them in quick succession. It made him have to wee almost immediately. After coming from the loo, he sat on a bench and waited before giving up and lying down as it suggested.
“Kick, please kick. I’m giving you permission. Kick me all you want. Do you know how rare this offer is?” he whispered to himself “Fine, I’m ordering you to kick. Kick me right now! Why won’t you kick?”
He didn’t want to cry in public and he was getting dangerously close. The only other man around was crying because of the pepper he was eating. Now, that was a great idea. Jack approached the vendor and told him, “I want the hottest pepper you have.”
The Mexican grinned, told him the amount and after the exchange of money, gave him a red pepper.
“Red Savina, vaya con Dios, senor,” he spoke and started to laugh. Jack put the whole thing in his mouth to the stem and pulled. The juices flooded out as he chewed and it was hot. His mouth was on fire.
“¿Quieres un poco de pan, señor?” inquired the seller and laughed again. The former time agent nodded with vigor.
“Para usted, gratis,” he said with a grin and handed it over. Jack let it sit in his mouth. However, when the fire had passed, there had still been no activity down below.
“You were just a figment of my imagination,” he said with a sigh. Then, he heard sounds of a scuffle and out of the corner of his eye, a color he recognized. It belonged to a coat he knew well and he looked to see the owner involved in the fight. He could have left it alone except that it was a familiar face in a strange land and it didn’t give him regret to see him. Jack had never wronged him like everyone else. The other man started running as the police started to arrive and he ran after him.
When he woke up the next morning, it was in an empty bed and he struggled to keep up with what happened the night before. Then, he felt it…several hard kicks to his stomach.
“There you are, why didn’t you do that yesterday when I ate that pepper and ran after him and…oh no,” he realized and started to apologize with tears forming in his eyes, “I’m so sorry, baby. I drank that Tequila.”
Idiot, idiot, idiot, thought Jack, how could I be so stupid? Just because he hadn’t felt it move, he’d assumed the worst. He did recall throwing up a lot of it; maybe he’d thrown up all of it. That was the worst, but the runner-up was pretty bad, too. He’d had sex. He’d had sex with John Hart. He’d had sex with John Hart three times.
“How could I be so stupid?” he asked himself and rubbed his belly. Maybe he should even get some of those vitamins like Gwen had mentioned a time or two. With a sigh, he noted that the third anniversary of Canary Wharf was in two days.
However, he did buy some of those vitamins and tried to take them every day even though he didn’t stay very long in Mexico City. He didn’t stay very long anywhere. Just as he started to like it, started to feel comfortable…the ghosts would come and he’d remember the dead. Always, he had the hope that next time, he’d outrun them. There must be someplace on Earth that wasn’t a graveyard, but he hadn’t found it yet.
On the first of October, he found himself in New York. It was a nice enough place. He was almost tempted to see if Martha was in town as well. They hadn’t spoken since her birthday. Jack wasn’t sure why, it was just a fact. It was almost four months since Ianto had died and it was sad to realize how the planet really did go on without him or how he didn't dominate Jack's thoughts as much. The baby was both a reminder and a distraction. He stopped at a sweets shoppe for a large chocolate milkshake.
Even for New York, he had to admit he stood out from the crowd in his vintage look and he wasn’t surprised by the young woman eyeing him until she sat down beside him.
“I like your coat,” she announced with tight blond ringlets bouncing around her head.
“I get that a lot actually,” he told her and used the over-sized spoon to get at the remains on the bottom of the glass.
“Well, I do, you’re new in town, aren’t you? Midwest, like Indiana or something?” she guessed and he smiled at how wrong that was, “Your accent sounds like Midwest, on account of they don’t have an accent.”
She laughed and it had a nasal quality, like her words. She had to be a local.
“Yeah, I’m new,” he agreed as she sipped coke from a glass bottle.
“I could show you around,” she suggested and turned on the stool so her cleavage was on full display in front of him. He tried to maintain eye contact, but it was bloody tough and lost the battle with what he accidentally said next.
“And I could show you around my hotel room,” he said without thinking whatsoever.
Why had he said that? Well, he knew why he had said that, considering the breasts bouncing in front of him and the way his boxers were trying to unbutton themselves, stupid damn hormones.
October 1st, 2009
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