Jack- November 28th, 2009
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Jack, Martha, Gwen, Rhys Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack says goodbye to Gwen.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: November 26th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
November 28th, 2009
“Yay,” Martha interjected and hurried over to his side of the booth. Her fingers unbuttoned his coat before he could.
“Oi, married woman, aren’t you?” Jack asked because he’d never had a woman undress him that fast before.
“Well, I can’t feel anything through all these layers,” she retorted as she pulled out his shirt tails so only the thin cotton undershirt was over his stomach. He assumed she’d leave that on. Apparently, he thought wrong.
“Oh, Jack, it’s beautiful. You lucky bastard, I would have expected more stretch marks than that,” she spoke and then, put both palms against his skin. He knew the baby would be annoyed at his sitting still all this time so it shouldn’t take long for he or she to prove its presence.
“Oh, I felt it!” she exclaimed and he wished she had chosen different words but no one appeared to be paying attention.
“I believe that was a fist. At least from the way it felt on my end,” he informed and she laughed before they felt a definite kick.
“I could feel this all day,” Martha spoke with one of the biggest grins he’d ever seen on her.
“Get up the duff and you’ll be feeling this all day, too,” he quipped, “And if your hands stay where they are, they might think we’re working on that right now.”
“Oi, you can put your own clothes back on for that one,” she complained and smacked his shoulder before returning to her bench, “So, you haven’t had any scans or anything?”
“Well, it would be a bit hard to go to the local baby doctor now, wouldn’t it?” he reminded her as he started tucking things back in.
“I could do it. We have everything we’d need at work,” she said, beginning to cut her sausages.
“And wouldn’t UNIT love to get their hands on a pregnant man. Do you actually think they’d let me go once they found out?” Jack asked and when an argument began to form on her lips, added, “And they would find out, no matter how careful we were, you know that. It’s why I didn’t meet you at work.”
She had that pensive look as she chewed her piece of pork and swallowed.
“What about Torchwood? You had all the sufficient equipment the last time I worked at Cardiff,” Martha argued and he shook his head.
“That was before the government blew it up, when I was there earlier this month, they were still making the room for the new medical bay,” he pointed out, “and I’m not about to ask Archie at Glasgow for help. He gives me the creeps.”
They ate in silence and he saw how dejected she’d become.
“What’s your plan then?” she asked finally as they were halfway through their plates.
“UNIT should have an up to date list of what’s up there, right?” he confirmed and when she nodded, continued, “So when I call you Tuesday afternoon, you could tell me which ones were closest.”
“Tuesday, that’s soon,” she remarked and didn’t look at him.
“Twenty-eight weeks, Martha, by Tuesday, I’ll be almost twenty-nine along, I don’t have that much time,” he whispered and she met his eyes again, nodding.
“Do you think you’ll come across our mutual friend?” the young woman inquired so he knew who she meant.
“I don’t know. He didn’t come, did he?” Jack questioned without wanting a response.
“And you’re planning on always holding that against him?” she asked in a small voice.
He slumped on his side of the booth and held his hands over his bump.
“Ianto and Steven are dead,” he stated, “and I have forever.”
With her fork, she moved her food around on the plate.
“He would have been happy about the baby,” Martha spoke, “Ianto, I mean, about his being a father.”
“I know,” he confirmed, nodding and felt the moisture threaten to creep into his eyes again, “He would have made a great father.”
“Plus, with those genes, it’s bound to be a cutie,” she added with a smile. He was able to return it.
“As soon as you can, make sure you get that baby checked out. The movement is a good sign, but it’s no guarantee,” Martha told him in that doctor tone of hers, “and after it’s born, I want you to come back with that baby so I can see him or her and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
There was a little nod and they finished up what was on their plates. It was weird to think that after a hundred and fifty years, this would probably be the last English food he had for awhile.
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It felt like little time at all before he stood on top of the hill at Grangemoor Park and waited in the dark for her to appear. He should have guessed that Rhys would be with her which was probably for the best. Jack didn’t think she would take this well. However, what surprised him was how big she was.
Thirty-two weeks, he reminded himself and wondered if he’d ever get that size.
“Couldn’t have just chosen a pub, could you?” she asked as they walked up the hill. He’d have more empathy except he’d walked up the hill as well and without a watchful eye close behind as Rhys was doing with her.
“It’s bloody freezing,” her husband complained with a sigh, “My feet…”
“Oh, I miss that; the Welsh complaining,” he said with a smile and saw Gwen rubbing her belly, “You look good.”
“I look huge,” she argued, but that hadn’t been what he meant. She wore a smile from ear to ear despite what she said and looked like motherhood suited her. It was good that she could have something normal.
“She’s bloody gorgeous,” Rhys agreed with a grin of his own. The Welshwoman came closer.
“Are you okay?” she asked which could have meant so many things.
“Yeah,” he answered, going for the easiest reply which didn’t seem to satisfy her. As she straightened his collar, Gwen inquired, “Did it work?”
He had to admit that it didn’t.
“Traveled all sorts of places,” he told them, “This planet is too small. The whole world is…like a graveyard.”
“Come back with us,” Gwen pleaded and her brown eyes glistened already. That was one of the few things he had no intention of doing.
He shook his head, saying, “Haven’t traveled far enough yet. Got a lot of dirt to shake off my shoes and right now, there’s a cold-fusion cruiser surfing the ion reefs just at the edge of the solar system, just waiting open its transport dock, I just need to send a signal.”
She held up a finger and took something out of a pocket; his vortex manipulator.
“They found it in the wreckage; indestructible,” Gwen explained with a little sigh, “like its owner. I, uh…put on a new strap for you.”
“Cost me fifty quid that!” yelled Rhys who hadn’t come closer as his wife handed the device over.
“Bill me!” Jack called back to the man while attaching the strap around his wrist. There was something that felt right about it being there, like he was a little more complete.
“Are you ever coming back, Jack?” she asked because that’s what everyone seemed to be asking him these days. However, he was curious what her reasoning would be to stay.
“What for?” he inquired to see if she’d come up with Rhi’s reason which was the best one in his mind.
“For me,” she begged and he felt sorry for her. She had a husband supporting her, a baby on the way and she was worrying about how losing him would affect her? He shook his head.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Gwen spoke, suddenly. Did he have it written on his forehead?
“I think it was,” Jack argued and his voice betrayed how truthful that was.
With a shake of her head, she was trying to tell him, “No.” However, at that moment, it was how he felt and there was no persuading him from that.
“Steven and Ianto,” he spoke those names as though they refused to be said, “and Owen and Tosh and Suzie and…all of them because of me.
“But…but you saved us, didn’t you?” she asked and used the same phrasing that Tosh had used which just made him feel worse. He thought he was saving him at the time, but what did that get them? They all died before their time. His very own husband had been only twenty-five.
December 1st, 2009
Characters: Jack, Martha, Gwen, Rhys Jack/Ianto
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Jack says goodbye to Gwen.
Author's Note: Starts after COE.
Previous Segment: November 26th, 2009
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
November 28th, 2009
“Yay,” Martha interjected and hurried over to his side of the booth. Her fingers unbuttoned his coat before he could.
“Oi, married woman, aren’t you?” Jack asked because he’d never had a woman undress him that fast before.
“Well, I can’t feel anything through all these layers,” she retorted as she pulled out his shirt tails so only the thin cotton undershirt was over his stomach. He assumed she’d leave that on. Apparently, he thought wrong.
“Oh, Jack, it’s beautiful. You lucky bastard, I would have expected more stretch marks than that,” she spoke and then, put both palms against his skin. He knew the baby would be annoyed at his sitting still all this time so it shouldn’t take long for he or she to prove its presence.
“Oh, I felt it!” she exclaimed and he wished she had chosen different words but no one appeared to be paying attention.
“I believe that was a fist. At least from the way it felt on my end,” he informed and she laughed before they felt a definite kick.
“I could feel this all day,” Martha spoke with one of the biggest grins he’d ever seen on her.
“Get up the duff and you’ll be feeling this all day, too,” he quipped, “And if your hands stay where they are, they might think we’re working on that right now.”
“Oi, you can put your own clothes back on for that one,” she complained and smacked his shoulder before returning to her bench, “So, you haven’t had any scans or anything?”
“Well, it would be a bit hard to go to the local baby doctor now, wouldn’t it?” he reminded her as he started tucking things back in.
“I could do it. We have everything we’d need at work,” she said, beginning to cut her sausages.
“And wouldn’t UNIT love to get their hands on a pregnant man. Do you actually think they’d let me go once they found out?” Jack asked and when an argument began to form on her lips, added, “And they would find out, no matter how careful we were, you know that. It’s why I didn’t meet you at work.”
She had that pensive look as she chewed her piece of pork and swallowed.
“What about Torchwood? You had all the sufficient equipment the last time I worked at Cardiff,” Martha argued and he shook his head.
“That was before the government blew it up, when I was there earlier this month, they were still making the room for the new medical bay,” he pointed out, “and I’m not about to ask Archie at Glasgow for help. He gives me the creeps.”
They ate in silence and he saw how dejected she’d become.
“What’s your plan then?” she asked finally as they were halfway through their plates.
“UNIT should have an up to date list of what’s up there, right?” he confirmed and when she nodded, continued, “So when I call you Tuesday afternoon, you could tell me which ones were closest.”
“Tuesday, that’s soon,” she remarked and didn’t look at him.
“Twenty-eight weeks, Martha, by Tuesday, I’ll be almost twenty-nine along, I don’t have that much time,” he whispered and she met his eyes again, nodding.
“Do you think you’ll come across our mutual friend?” the young woman inquired so he knew who she meant.
“I don’t know. He didn’t come, did he?” Jack questioned without wanting a response.
“And you’re planning on always holding that against him?” she asked in a small voice.
He slumped on his side of the booth and held his hands over his bump.
“Ianto and Steven are dead,” he stated, “and I have forever.”
With her fork, she moved her food around on the plate.
“He would have been happy about the baby,” Martha spoke, “Ianto, I mean, about his being a father.”
“I know,” he confirmed, nodding and felt the moisture threaten to creep into his eyes again, “He would have made a great father.”
“Plus, with those genes, it’s bound to be a cutie,” she added with a smile. He was able to return it.
“As soon as you can, make sure you get that baby checked out. The movement is a good sign, but it’s no guarantee,” Martha told him in that doctor tone of hers, “and after it’s born, I want you to come back with that baby so I can see him or her and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
There was a little nod and they finished up what was on their plates. It was weird to think that after a hundred and fifty years, this would probably be the last English food he had for awhile.
*******************************************************************
It felt like little time at all before he stood on top of the hill at Grangemoor Park and waited in the dark for her to appear. He should have guessed that Rhys would be with her which was probably for the best. Jack didn’t think she would take this well. However, what surprised him was how big she was.
Thirty-two weeks, he reminded himself and wondered if he’d ever get that size.
“Couldn’t have just chosen a pub, could you?” she asked as they walked up the hill. He’d have more empathy except he’d walked up the hill as well and without a watchful eye close behind as Rhys was doing with her.
“It’s bloody freezing,” her husband complained with a sigh, “My feet…”
“Oh, I miss that; the Welsh complaining,” he said with a smile and saw Gwen rubbing her belly, “You look good.”
“I look huge,” she argued, but that hadn’t been what he meant. She wore a smile from ear to ear despite what she said and looked like motherhood suited her. It was good that she could have something normal.
“She’s bloody gorgeous,” Rhys agreed with a grin of his own. The Welshwoman came closer.
“Are you okay?” she asked which could have meant so many things.
“Yeah,” he answered, going for the easiest reply which didn’t seem to satisfy her. As she straightened his collar, Gwen inquired, “Did it work?”
He had to admit that it didn’t.
“Traveled all sorts of places,” he told them, “This planet is too small. The whole world is…like a graveyard.”
“Come back with us,” Gwen pleaded and her brown eyes glistened already. That was one of the few things he had no intention of doing.
He shook his head, saying, “Haven’t traveled far enough yet. Got a lot of dirt to shake off my shoes and right now, there’s a cold-fusion cruiser surfing the ion reefs just at the edge of the solar system, just waiting open its transport dock, I just need to send a signal.”
She held up a finger and took something out of a pocket; his vortex manipulator.
“They found it in the wreckage; indestructible,” Gwen explained with a little sigh, “like its owner. I, uh…put on a new strap for you.”
“Cost me fifty quid that!” yelled Rhys who hadn’t come closer as his wife handed the device over.
“Bill me!” Jack called back to the man while attaching the strap around his wrist. There was something that felt right about it being there, like he was a little more complete.
“Are you ever coming back, Jack?” she asked because that’s what everyone seemed to be asking him these days. However, he was curious what her reasoning would be to stay.
“What for?” he inquired to see if she’d come up with Rhi’s reason which was the best one in his mind.
“For me,” she begged and he felt sorry for her. She had a husband supporting her, a baby on the way and she was worrying about how losing him would affect her? He shook his head.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Gwen spoke, suddenly. Did he have it written on his forehead?
“I think it was,” Jack argued and his voice betrayed how truthful that was.
With a shake of her head, she was trying to tell him, “No.” However, at that moment, it was how he felt and there was no persuading him from that.
“Steven and Ianto,” he spoke those names as though they refused to be said, “and Owen and Tosh and Suzie and…all of them because of me.
“But…but you saved us, didn’t you?” she asked and used the same phrasing that Tosh had used which just made him feel worse. He thought he was saving him at the time, but what did that get them? They all died before their time. His very own husband had been only twenty-five.
December 1st, 2009
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Date: 2009-12-10 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 05:05 am (UTC)You'll have to see how long the story will go...but how long do you think it would take to get Jack back to where he should be emotionally? Able to be productive again?
But the chapter I posted earlier also reveals whether I just stopped with COE...
Thank You, I like how your comments often require more thought-out answers.
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Date: 2009-12-10 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 05:09 am (UTC)I enjoyed trying to find his motivation for each line of dialogue...and of course, until proven wrong, I will still think of him as pregnant at that point. They never show his waist that well and he has his coat buttoned all the way which would also cover it up.
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Date: 2009-12-10 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 05:14 am (UTC)Just curious, since I already know, do you think the baby is a boy or a girl?
Thank You!
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Date: 2009-12-10 10:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:16 am (UTC)Thank You!!
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