Jack- November 8th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack, Gwen Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gwen apologizes...sort of...
Author's Note: Starts after COE and I may have changed the dates of events so they made more sense.
Previous Segment: November 7th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
November 8th, 2009
Then, he realized what the tickling was.
“You have the hiccups, don’t you?” Jack whispered and laughed despite a feeling of annoyance that was pushed into his mind, “Sorry, but it’s funny, if I could help you, I would.”
They had cures, but not until the twenty-third century and he hadn’t seen anything that worked every single time…not even startling them. The mobile beeped with a voice message. He dialed the number and listened to Gwen’s voice saying, “Jack, I’m sorry about yesterday. Well, I’m kind of not…but I shouldn’t have shoved you and it was unprofessional. Can we talk? I do have something that I think you’ll like. Call me back.”
His luck was looking up. Either they had found the main part of wrist-strap intact or she had something else that would do the same. He had no proof except a gut feeling and the fact that she was obviously lying when he asked her about it the day before. With that, he could transport to a ship and find his way to a civilization that knew enough about male pregnancy to have a safe birth. There was the option of time travel but that was never recommended for expectant parents much less ones in their third trimester as he was headed towards.
“Yep, that’s my whole birth plan,” Jack muttered, “Get off Earth; I’m not a good planner.” He decided to wait to call Gwen until his return trip to Cardiff.
Marbella was a tourist town. However, that meant it had all the amenities of such; room service, decent restaurants and a beach that made him think of home. Not Cardiff; he was thinking about where he grew up. The pregnancy was unlocking memories he’d thought were buried forever of life on the peninsula with his little brother and their parents. He even remembered when his mom was pregnant with Grey and his dad would make her sit in the rocking chair while he rubbed lotion on her feet.
After several days of lounging around, there was no putting it off any longer. He carried the satchel on his shoulder while dragging the chair and umbrella onto the beach.
“I’m not reading all of them aloud like I did with the Martyn book,” he spoke in a soft voice as he positioned the chair and stuck the umbrella in the ground, “I’d lose my voice and you’d be bored to tears…”
Did they have tears? He wasn’t sure as he stretched out on the beach chair.
“First entry, November 16, 2004 I’m an assistant in the research department at Torchwood Institute in London even though I was hired by H.C. Clements less than a month ago. It turns out when they said I had potential, they didn’t mean for typing or advancement to management. Strange things happen at work and I’m forbidden to tell a single soul or even keep a diary. Naturally, I’ve started one…,” Jack read the familiar writing and smiled as he did the math in his head, “He would have just turned twenty-one.”
He tried to picture Ianto as how he must have been before he’d seen such death and was still trying to figure out the secrets of Torchwood.
The next entry focused on how he fancied an administrative assistant by the name of Lisa Hallett and trying to work up the courage to talk to her.
“December 8, 2004 I finally plucked up the courage, used my best beans for a cup and talked to Lisa. I think it went very well except for her having a boyfriend. His name is Matthew and he’s an Analyst. Maybe they’ll horribly break-up…” the man recited and realized how he had never thought about Ianto and Lisa’s relationship that much.
“December 26, 2004 Boxing Day has no meaning for Torchwood as we were called back in today because of mannequins coming alive last night. Never did I think I’d use the phrase ‘mannequins coming alive’ in everyday conversation. It was sorted by The Doctor when upper management feels it should have come under Torchwood’s jurisdiction. I think The Doctor sounds like a villain that X-Men would have faced, but upper management is obsessed with him and I want to know why…” the former leader of Torchwood read and wonder what the Doctor was doing at that moment. He hadn’t been spotted in months; not since before June.
“January 17, 2005 Today was the best news since the new coffee machine, Matthew has been cheating on Lisa with Evan so she dumped him. It was probably not the best news for Lisa. Also, if artifacts say to handle them with gloves, they really mean it although I assume the orange color will go away,” he recited that passage and laughed because while it was upsetting to read about the life he lived and how short it was, Ianto was funny.
“February 11, 2005 Lisa has complained about Yvonne not giving her a day off so many times that I took matters in my own hands and made her boss my best cappuccino. In appreciation, Lisa now has weekends off and in exchange for making it every day; Yvonne has promoted me to “Junior Researcher” which means I may have to interact with the analysts. Lisa is showing her appreciation by agreeing to a date on Valentine’s Day,” Jack read and rubbed his belly.
“March 1, 2005 Some of the analysts aren’t so bad. Lisa is friends with Adeola and Gareth. However, this afternoon was the Incident that Must Not Be Named involving myself, triplets and lactation. Some items NEED. BETTER. LABELS!” he recited and grinned because Ianto did end up telling him about it. Somehow, he’d become a surrogate for royal offspring complete with milk-filled breasts. Jack thought it was funny, but his lover had not. The offspring were now living with their real parents far away from here.
After lunch, April was full of incidents and more dates with Lisa, including their first time together. He was pleased to see that Martyn had been wrong about Ianto being a virgin beforehand. The former leader of Torchwood had known he was Ianto’s first and only experience with a guy, but that had been very obvious from the start.
“May 2, 2005 Today, Captain Jack Harkness graced us with his presence. He and Yvonne appear to share a mutual hatred of each other. I only saw him briefly when I went to pick up Lisa for lunch. He was flirting with a redhead a few desks down; Lisa says he fancies blokes, too. He looks like a cocky, stuck-up bastard to me…” Jack read and was reassured by the squirming within him. When he’d met Ianto, he hadn’t liked him and now he found out that the Welshman hadn’t originally liked him either.
“June 13, 2005 The incombustible glove was only good until it got wet and then it went up in flames on its own. Lisa is planning a group minibreak for next month, but she says it will be in a hotel. I hate camping and she keeps threatening to make us go,” Jack recited and tried to switched positions because his leg was cramping up.
His July entries detailed how her minibreak plan began to fall apart, beginning with Adeola canceling. Her father insisted she attend her Aunt Francine’s birthday party.
“Aunt Francine, that sounds familiar somehow,” he muttered and kept reading. On a somber note, it was only an alarm clock that failed to go off that saved him from being involved in the bombings.
In August, it was revealed that Lisa took what money she could refund from the minibreak and spent it on a nice hotel in London where they spent the night. Jack went back to his room for a nap.
The next day, he started on the second diary with the rest of August 2005 where it mentioned that Lisa had gone to lunch with Adeola and her cousin who was studying to be a doctor. Ianto wasn’t able to go but Lisa had remarked how much Adeola and her cousin looked alike. Then, he realized why “Aunt Francine” had sounded familiar.
“Francine Jones,” he spoke and closed his blue eyes; “Lisa was best friends with Martha’s cousin. This world is way too small sometimes.”
“September 12, 2005 I took Lisa to Newport to meet my sister and everyone. She had a terrific time until Mica threw up on her. Giving a two year old a spin right after eating was not the best of ideas although David found it hilarious. He told his sister that she should puke on any guest who visits as a tradition,” the man read and rubbed his bump, “Now, I know they’re your cousins, but I do not want you vomiting on any guests on purpose unless…”
They’re Tories or going to kill you? Jack thought. He couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t be too confusing.
“No, just no throwing up on guests,” he spoke, “I’m going to go ahead and make that our first rule.”
Jack didn’t want to think about how Lisa had met Rhi and her family after only seven months and he had gone out with Ianto for two and a half years without ever going to Newport.
November 14th, 2009
Characters: Jack, Gwen Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gwen apologizes...sort of...
Author's Note: Starts after COE and I may have changed the dates of events so they made more sense.
Previous Segment: November 7th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
November 8th, 2009
Then, he realized what the tickling was.
“You have the hiccups, don’t you?” Jack whispered and laughed despite a feeling of annoyance that was pushed into his mind, “Sorry, but it’s funny, if I could help you, I would.”
They had cures, but not until the twenty-third century and he hadn’t seen anything that worked every single time…not even startling them. The mobile beeped with a voice message. He dialed the number and listened to Gwen’s voice saying, “Jack, I’m sorry about yesterday. Well, I’m kind of not…but I shouldn’t have shoved you and it was unprofessional. Can we talk? I do have something that I think you’ll like. Call me back.”
His luck was looking up. Either they had found the main part of wrist-strap intact or she had something else that would do the same. He had no proof except a gut feeling and the fact that she was obviously lying when he asked her about it the day before. With that, he could transport to a ship and find his way to a civilization that knew enough about male pregnancy to have a safe birth. There was the option of time travel but that was never recommended for expectant parents much less ones in their third trimester as he was headed towards.
“Yep, that’s my whole birth plan,” Jack muttered, “Get off Earth; I’m not a good planner.” He decided to wait to call Gwen until his return trip to Cardiff.
Marbella was a tourist town. However, that meant it had all the amenities of such; room service, decent restaurants and a beach that made him think of home. Not Cardiff; he was thinking about where he grew up. The pregnancy was unlocking memories he’d thought were buried forever of life on the peninsula with his little brother and their parents. He even remembered when his mom was pregnant with Grey and his dad would make her sit in the rocking chair while he rubbed lotion on her feet.
After several days of lounging around, there was no putting it off any longer. He carried the satchel on his shoulder while dragging the chair and umbrella onto the beach.
“I’m not reading all of them aloud like I did with the Martyn book,” he spoke in a soft voice as he positioned the chair and stuck the umbrella in the ground, “I’d lose my voice and you’d be bored to tears…”
Did they have tears? He wasn’t sure as he stretched out on the beach chair.
“First entry, November 16, 2004 I’m an assistant in the research department at Torchwood Institute in London even though I was hired by H.C. Clements less than a month ago. It turns out when they said I had potential, they didn’t mean for typing or advancement to management. Strange things happen at work and I’m forbidden to tell a single soul or even keep a diary. Naturally, I’ve started one…,” Jack read the familiar writing and smiled as he did the math in his head, “He would have just turned twenty-one.”
He tried to picture Ianto as how he must have been before he’d seen such death and was still trying to figure out the secrets of Torchwood.
The next entry focused on how he fancied an administrative assistant by the name of Lisa Hallett and trying to work up the courage to talk to her.
“December 8, 2004 I finally plucked up the courage, used my best beans for a cup and talked to Lisa. I think it went very well except for her having a boyfriend. His name is Matthew and he’s an Analyst. Maybe they’ll horribly break-up…” the man recited and realized how he had never thought about Ianto and Lisa’s relationship that much.
“December 26, 2004 Boxing Day has no meaning for Torchwood as we were called back in today because of mannequins coming alive last night. Never did I think I’d use the phrase ‘mannequins coming alive’ in everyday conversation. It was sorted by The Doctor when upper management feels it should have come under Torchwood’s jurisdiction. I think The Doctor sounds like a villain that X-Men would have faced, but upper management is obsessed with him and I want to know why…” the former leader of Torchwood read and wonder what the Doctor was doing at that moment. He hadn’t been spotted in months; not since before June.
“January 17, 2005 Today was the best news since the new coffee machine, Matthew has been cheating on Lisa with Evan so she dumped him. It was probably not the best news for Lisa. Also, if artifacts say to handle them with gloves, they really mean it although I assume the orange color will go away,” he recited that passage and laughed because while it was upsetting to read about the life he lived and how short it was, Ianto was funny.
“February 11, 2005 Lisa has complained about Yvonne not giving her a day off so many times that I took matters in my own hands and made her boss my best cappuccino. In appreciation, Lisa now has weekends off and in exchange for making it every day; Yvonne has promoted me to “Junior Researcher” which means I may have to interact with the analysts. Lisa is showing her appreciation by agreeing to a date on Valentine’s Day,” Jack read and rubbed his belly.
“March 1, 2005 Some of the analysts aren’t so bad. Lisa is friends with Adeola and Gareth. However, this afternoon was the Incident that Must Not Be Named involving myself, triplets and lactation. Some items NEED. BETTER. LABELS!” he recited and grinned because Ianto did end up telling him about it. Somehow, he’d become a surrogate for royal offspring complete with milk-filled breasts. Jack thought it was funny, but his lover had not. The offspring were now living with their real parents far away from here.
After lunch, April was full of incidents and more dates with Lisa, including their first time together. He was pleased to see that Martyn had been wrong about Ianto being a virgin beforehand. The former leader of Torchwood had known he was Ianto’s first and only experience with a guy, but that had been very obvious from the start.
“May 2, 2005 Today, Captain Jack Harkness graced us with his presence. He and Yvonne appear to share a mutual hatred of each other. I only saw him briefly when I went to pick up Lisa for lunch. He was flirting with a redhead a few desks down; Lisa says he fancies blokes, too. He looks like a cocky, stuck-up bastard to me…” Jack read and was reassured by the squirming within him. When he’d met Ianto, he hadn’t liked him and now he found out that the Welshman hadn’t originally liked him either.
“June 13, 2005 The incombustible glove was only good until it got wet and then it went up in flames on its own. Lisa is planning a group minibreak for next month, but she says it will be in a hotel. I hate camping and she keeps threatening to make us go,” Jack recited and tried to switched positions because his leg was cramping up.
His July entries detailed how her minibreak plan began to fall apart, beginning with Adeola canceling. Her father insisted she attend her Aunt Francine’s birthday party.
“Aunt Francine, that sounds familiar somehow,” he muttered and kept reading. On a somber note, it was only an alarm clock that failed to go off that saved him from being involved in the bombings.
In August, it was revealed that Lisa took what money she could refund from the minibreak and spent it on a nice hotel in London where they spent the night. Jack went back to his room for a nap.
The next day, he started on the second diary with the rest of August 2005 where it mentioned that Lisa had gone to lunch with Adeola and her cousin who was studying to be a doctor. Ianto wasn’t able to go but Lisa had remarked how much Adeola and her cousin looked alike. Then, he realized why “Aunt Francine” had sounded familiar.
“Francine Jones,” he spoke and closed his blue eyes; “Lisa was best friends with Martha’s cousin. This world is way too small sometimes.”
“September 12, 2005 I took Lisa to Newport to meet my sister and everyone. She had a terrific time until Mica threw up on her. Giving a two year old a spin right after eating was not the best of ideas although David found it hilarious. He told his sister that she should puke on any guest who visits as a tradition,” the man read and rubbed his bump, “Now, I know they’re your cousins, but I do not want you vomiting on any guests on purpose unless…”
They’re Tories or going to kill you? Jack thought. He couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t be too confusing.
“No, just no throwing up on guests,” he spoke, “I’m going to go ahead and make that our first rule.”
Jack didn’t want to think about how Lisa had met Rhi and her family after only seven months and he had gone out with Ianto for two and a half years without ever going to Newport.
November 14th, 2009
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Date: 2009-11-22 04:08 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2009-12-06 02:26 pm (UTC)LOL
Thank You!!!
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Date: 2009-11-22 03:52 pm (UTC)I really love your Jack.
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Date: 2009-12-06 02:32 pm (UTC)I like my Jack, too, hehe. I hope you also enjoy the newer chapters and that not all of them make you cry.
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Date: 2009-11-22 09:44 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2009-12-06 02:37 pm (UTC)Thank You!
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Date: 2010-03-24 05:58 am (UTC)---
“Francine Jones,” he spoke and closed his blue eyes; “Lisa was best friends with Martha’s cousin. This world is way too small sometimes.”
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Of course, it was Martha's cousin you silly man.
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Date: 2010-04-14 03:39 pm (UTC)