Chapter One: Preconceptions
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ericadawn16Title: Knocked Up!
Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Knocked Up
Character/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Rhi/Johnny, Ianto/Lisa
Rating:R
Warnings: MPreg, sex, language
Spoilers:Character from COE
Word Count:68,599
Disclaimer for TW and the movie you are using:I own nothing.
Summary:Ianto gets a promotion at work, meets Jack and things are never the same...
Beta: BIG Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madkatstar_pir8 pirate4evrnavy2 and surreal_44
Author's Notes: This story is very AU.
Chapter One: Preconceptions
Rhi woke up on their plush carpeted floor. She couldn't recall how she had ended up there, but knew it had something to do with either the ten year old son who was sleeping on the bed next to his father or the six year old girl who was jumping on it.
"David, wake up!" the girl yelled and continued to jump.
"Why?" the boy asked without opening his eyes.
"Daddy, wake up!" she yelled and jumped on him.
"Mica," she spoke and gave her a stern glare as her husband made an "oof" noise.
"Okay, I'm up," Johnny agreed and lifted Mica off the bed.
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Meanwhile, Ianto Jones was waking up to the sounds of All Along the Watchtower from his clock radio. Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered. He should wake up to a CD of his choice rather than whatever the disc jockey fancied that day. He supposed it was easier this way, like living in the guesthouse on his sister's property. Rhi had married well...very well and he liked having her close after everything they'd been through together. A little later, Ianto walked into the main house to the kitchen where he found his sister fixing breakfast. He took a piece of toast and started buttering it as his brother-in-law entered.
"I need you to take the kids to school this morning," Rhi spoke while moving eggs around in the pan. Ianto finished adding jam and took a bite.
"Oh, I would but I'm supposed to work out," Johnny told her and Ianto tried not to choke on his toast. Johnny's idea of working out was getting up from his chair to change the channel.
"What?" asked Rhi with the same confusion.
"I got an appointment with a trainer. I can't cancel now, he'll charge me," he explained before pouring a glass of orange juice.
"Well, you didn't tell me," Rhi spoke before dividing the eggs into portions.
"Yeah, I did, last week, I told you," Johnny insisted as he straightened up Mica's hair bow.
"You didn't tell me," she said and Ianto sat down before he could be caught in the cross-fire.
"I did and then, I wrote it on the calendar like you asked me to," Johnny told her.
"No, you didn't tell me," Rhi spoke, setting a plate in front of everyone.
"I did tell you," he said again and even David was focusing only on his breakfast rather than his parents.
"Well, you didn't but what are we going to do? Because I have an appointment so you're taking the kids to school," Rhi said in her voice that held a warning of any further discussion. Johnny wasn't taking the hint. His mouth was starting to open.
"I can drive them. I'll drive them to school," Ianto suggested before the other man could say anything.
"Thank you very much," Johnny spoke.
"Great. Good. You turned my brother into a limo driver," Rhi complained and poured more coffee into her empty cup.
"I don't mind," Ianto told her and speared some egg on his fork.
"It all worked out," Johnny confirmed and squeezed Mica's shoulder.
In no time at all, both kids were in the backseat of Ianto's car. Then, Mica started giggling.
"What are you giggling about?" Ianto asked and stole a peek in the rearview mirror. David frowned at his sister.
"Be quiet. You're starting to annoy me," the boy spoke and crossed his arms.
"Poo poo," said Mica and giggled.
"Mica, David, be nice," Ianto told them from the front.
"You know what I did the other day?" David asked.
"What?" the adult replied and was a bit anxious because he never knew what David was going to say.
"I Googled murder," the boy replied as though he had looked up Miley Cyrus or something. Ianto winced. There was plenty of murder in the world without looking for it. Maybe he had heard wrong.
"You 'Googled murder'?" he clarified and wondered when the appropriate age for looking up murder was...was it ten? It seemed like it should be older...or preferably never.
"Yeah," David confirmed and nodded. Mica clutched her doll tighter.
"Why?" Ianto asked and thought it sounded too much like what Rhi would comment, "I mean, what did it say?"
"It didn’t say anything. It just showed pictures of people lying dead on the floor and...blood everywhere and ugh..." the boy commented and Ianto saw in the mirror that the boy stuck his tongue out in disgust. His uncle was able to relax.
"That was just ketchup," he said in his best lying voice from work, "Who wants to hear some music?"
"I want to hear Rent," David requested with a smile.
"I want to hear Green Day!" Mica yelled as she laid her doll beside her before taking something out of her backpack.
"No, we're listening to Rent," David insisted.
"Well, I want to listen to Green Day," the girl complained, "Nooo!"
To be honest, Ianto wasn't sure he had either one. There was the clacking sound of things spilling onto the floor of his car and he didn't want to think what those could be.
"Well, I got your baby!" David declared with relish. Mica began to cry and Ianto began to reconsider why he agreed to this.
"Don't taunt her, come on," he told the boy without looking back.
"Here," David said and Ianto watched in the mirror as the boy threw it at his sister.
"David!" he spat and thought about how they couldn't be that far from the school.
"Ow!" Mica wailed harder.
"Why did you just do that? Don't do things at your sister!" Ianto yelled and felt incompetent. At least at work, he could pull out a gun and that usually made the troublemaker do what he wanted, but he couldn't pull a gun on his nephew.
"He hit me," Mica complained.
"I did not," David lied.
"Can't you at least try to apologize?" asked Ianto before turning around to face Mica and her tear-stained face, "It's okay. You're not hurt."
"It's not just that," said the boy, "she spilled all her marbles on the floor."
Now, he had marbles rolling around the interior of the car.
"Perfect," Ianto muttered to himself.
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In Jack's house, the men were sitting around several televisions and computers, but John was wearing a smile.
"All right? Now, are you sure you understand the terms of the bet? ‘Cause this is serious," John was explaining with his hands.
"Oh, no," Andy said and shook his head.
"Andy, listen. You don’t shave your beard or cut your hair for one year, and if you can do that, I will pay your rent. But if you shave, then you have to pay all five of our rents," John spoke and spread his legs with deliberate action. His hands rested very close to his crotch.
As if that could win Andy over...that man was the straightest bloke Jack had ever met, Jack thought and also, Jack had already tried before...a lot.
"I have a real job...REAL job," said Andy over pronouncing so it sounded like a multi-syllable word, "The only reason I have this on my face now is because I don't have to come in until Thursday morning, but on Thursday morning, when I appear for my rota, I will be expected to be fuzz-free."
"Well, not exactly fuzz-free, you're all the fuzz," John commented and laughed.
"I'm a police constable who makes stable, decent money unlike you blokes," Andy spoke and Jack wondered if he should step in. However, he was enjoying this too much.
"I work, I pay my rent every month...almost every month," John amended, "How can you say we don't work?"
"Because I serve the public interest, Jack has a trust fund or settlement or some such sort and Owen's a doctor," Andy explained, "But I don't know what you or Mickey do, he could be a male escort for all I know."
"I'd make a good one," Mickey retorted.
"But it's why you're able to spend so much time on this stupid website," Andy pointed out.
"It's not stupid," Jack spoke, defending it, "fleshofthestars.com will be a quality establishment where customers can look up exactly which film and where in that film their favorite actor or actress is exposed."
"Nice," said John.
"Oh, fucking result!" Owen added.
"Pretty good, right?" Jack asked with his best grin.
"Yeah," Mickey agreed and looked at the nearest screen where Britt Ekland was naked, "So, what were everyone's findings this week?"
"I found full-frontal Viggo Mortensen in The Indian Runner," said Owen and took out a folded paper from his pocket.
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Ianto was inputting numbers into Excel when he heard running coming towards him.
"Ianto, we may have a small problem," said Gareth with his thumb and forefinger less than an inch from each other. He found it hard to believe when it was followed by a couple of shrieks. Ianto stood up and walked back with him to Research Room 1.
"It's a Prygstyr, we were monitoring its behaviour and it escaped its cage," Gareth explained as they neared the windowed area. The Prygstyr sat on a bookcase, hissing and waving its very long claws. It was the size of a chicken but a lot more fatal.
"Where's Adeola?" Ianto asked and Gareth looked at him as though he'd gone mental, "Where is she?"
"She's hiding under the desk in there," the other man explained and pointed at the room in front of them.
"Yep," said Ianto and he realized what he had in mind could work...he had a plan; "I need Adeola's lunch from the fridge in the lounge."
Gareth wasn't moving.
"Right now would be nice," Ianto quipped and the other man left. Ianto turned to Idris and spoke, "Get a tranq gun and load it. Then, come back here."
Why were none of the field agents ever around when you needed them? He'd have to complain to Gwen the next time he saw her.
"I got the lunch!" Gareth cried and ran towards him with a small paper bag. Ianto took it from him and motioned for Idris to hurry up.
"You're going to have to follow me in," he spoke and waited for Idris to stand behind with the gun. The Prygstyr was stabbing the file cabinet with its claws; deep gouges were appearing in the metal.
"Is that my lunch?" asked Adeola in an annoyed tone. She started to crawl from under the table and the Prygstyr jumped on top of that table. It quaked under the force. There was no time to lose. Ianto opened the door to attract the alien's attention. It ran and jumped on Ianto as he opened the bag. At the same time that a long claw was stabbing into his lower abdomen, Ianto took out the sandwich and his fingers made out the smooth texture of the cheese that he touched to the Prygstyr. It cried in agony.
"Now!" he screamed as it loosened its grip on him. There was a hiss from Idris' gun and an orange cap appeared in the alien's side but not before it slashed Ianto again. This time it was like a knife, slashing part of his stomach open.
"Oh shit," he said as both he and the Prygstyr fell on the floor.
"How did you know that would happen?" asked Adeola while looking at the unconscious alien. There was a red welt where he had pressed the cheese to its skin.
"The Prygstyr is severely allergic to Lactose...and you always eat a sandwich with cheese for lunch," Ianto explained and pressed his hands against the wounds.
"Shit, Ianto!" Gareth cried, "I'll go get aid."
"It used to be Provolone, but three months ago, you switched to Swiss," said Ianto and his chest was beginning to hurt. Then, there was blackness.
When he woke up, Ianto found himself in a hospital bed and he recognized his surroundings as the infirmary.
"Mr. Jones, we were told you'd wake up soon," said Yvonne Hartman with a curious expression, "We need to talk."
Yvonne was the head of Torchwood. This couldn't be good.
"He's awake" Alex Hopkins commented and stood beside her. Alex was second in command. This really couldn't be good. They must have found some reason that it was all Ianto's fault and he would be rewarded with a severance package and a little white pill to forget everything. He would no longer know anything about the organization dealing with aliens on Earth.
"Alex and I have been discussing your employment here the last week or so," Yvonne started, "even before this incident earlier today."
They've been talking about me? Ianto thought but remained silent.
"The incident with the Prygstyr just further cements your reputation as an employee who's level-headed under pressure with leadership capabilities but unafraid to do his part to help," Alex spoke.
"In short, the qualities that make for the best field agents," Yvonne added and he couldn't believe what they were saying. He didn't realize the grin growing on his face.
"I'll take that smile as a 'Yes, I'll do it,'" said Alex and Ianto nodded.
"It’s a lot of work. Can’t wait to see what happens. It’s going to be tough. Tough job," Yvonne commented, "but as soon as Dr. Frobisher clears you, you can report to Miss Guppy to upgrade your weapon."
He nodded; he wasn't sure if he could talk right now. Then, Dr. Frobisher came over with a clipboard and pen.
"How are you feeling?" he asked and Ianto remembered the attempted mauling from the alien. He lifted his shirt so he could peek at his stomach. Except for two thin white lines, it looked like nothing had even happened and he did feel good, really good.
"I'm fine," he answered and the doctor nodded.
"We've been testing a new drug this week...works beautifully, like the patient never had anything happen to them. It has real potential," said the older man with a smile, "Your tests look good. I'd recommend changing into a spare top before going home, but you're free to go."
He changed as fast as he could, saw Alice Guppy who gave him a better gun and hurried home as rapidly as the law would allow. Ianto ran into the living room where Rhi and Johnny were sitting on the couch.
"I was promoted at work!" he informed her with the huge grin that just wouldn't go away. She jumped up and hugged him.
"Yay! That's so exciting!" Rhi screamed and Ianto agreed, "Yep."
"Oh my god!" she said and shook Johnny who was listening to something on headphones, "Hey."
"Huh?" he asked as he took one of the ear buds out.
"I got a promotion," Ianto told him and Johnny nodded.
"Oh, congratulations," Johnny said without getting up.
"Thank you," Ianto spoke and felt wound up. He wanted to do something.
"Let's go celebrate!" Rhi suggested and that sounded like a really good idea.
"Okay, let's do it," he agreed and they looked at Johnny.
"Johnny'll watch the kids?" Rhi asked and looked at him with her pout.
"Yeah, we can watch Secret Diary of a Call Girl," he said and Ianto tried not to smile.
"What do you want to do?" Rhi questioned Ianto and he shrugged.
"Not sure, I feel so...so full of energy like I could run to the moon and back or something," he said and laughed.
"We'll sort out something," Rhi said, shaking her head before watering one of the plants. Something ended up going to a club.
"I can always tell if I'm good looking based on whether or not we get in," said Rhi and straightened her dress. In a few minutes, they reached the bouncer who waved them in. They passed a number of men, including one with an old RAF coat. Then, they were inside and he forgot about everyone outside.
Chapter Two: Conception
Author: Ericadawn16
Prompt: Knocked Up
Character/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Rhi/Johnny, Ianto/Lisa
Rating:R
Warnings: MPreg, sex, language
Spoilers:Character from COE
Word Count:68,599
Disclaimer for TW and the movie you are using:I own nothing.
Summary:Ianto gets a promotion at work, meets Jack and things are never the same...
Beta: BIG Thanks to
madkatstar_pir8 pirate4evrnavy2 and surreal_44Author's Notes: This story is very AU.
Chapter One: Preconceptions
Rhi woke up on their plush carpeted floor. She couldn't recall how she had ended up there, but knew it had something to do with either the ten year old son who was sleeping on the bed next to his father or the six year old girl who was jumping on it.
"David, wake up!" the girl yelled and continued to jump.
"Why?" the boy asked without opening his eyes.
"Daddy, wake up!" she yelled and jumped on him.
"Mica," she spoke and gave her a stern glare as her husband made an "oof" noise.
"Okay, I'm up," Johnny agreed and lifted Mica off the bed.
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Meanwhile, Ianto Jones was waking up to the sounds of All Along the Watchtower from his clock radio. Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered. He should wake up to a CD of his choice rather than whatever the disc jockey fancied that day. He supposed it was easier this way, like living in the guesthouse on his sister's property. Rhi had married well...very well and he liked having her close after everything they'd been through together. A little later, Ianto walked into the main house to the kitchen where he found his sister fixing breakfast. He took a piece of toast and started buttering it as his brother-in-law entered.
"I need you to take the kids to school this morning," Rhi spoke while moving eggs around in the pan. Ianto finished adding jam and took a bite.
"Oh, I would but I'm supposed to work out," Johnny told her and Ianto tried not to choke on his toast. Johnny's idea of working out was getting up from his chair to change the channel.
"What?" asked Rhi with the same confusion.
"I got an appointment with a trainer. I can't cancel now, he'll charge me," he explained before pouring a glass of orange juice.
"Well, you didn't tell me," Rhi spoke before dividing the eggs into portions.
"Yeah, I did, last week, I told you," Johnny insisted as he straightened up Mica's hair bow.
"You didn't tell me," she said and Ianto sat down before he could be caught in the cross-fire.
"I did and then, I wrote it on the calendar like you asked me to," Johnny told her.
"No, you didn't tell me," Rhi spoke, setting a plate in front of everyone.
"I did tell you," he said again and even David was focusing only on his breakfast rather than his parents.
"Well, you didn't but what are we going to do? Because I have an appointment so you're taking the kids to school," Rhi said in her voice that held a warning of any further discussion. Johnny wasn't taking the hint. His mouth was starting to open.
"I can drive them. I'll drive them to school," Ianto suggested before the other man could say anything.
"Thank you very much," Johnny spoke.
"Great. Good. You turned my brother into a limo driver," Rhi complained and poured more coffee into her empty cup.
"I don't mind," Ianto told her and speared some egg on his fork.
"It all worked out," Johnny confirmed and squeezed Mica's shoulder.
In no time at all, both kids were in the backseat of Ianto's car. Then, Mica started giggling.
"What are you giggling about?" Ianto asked and stole a peek in the rearview mirror. David frowned at his sister.
"Be quiet. You're starting to annoy me," the boy spoke and crossed his arms.
"Poo poo," said Mica and giggled.
"Mica, David, be nice," Ianto told them from the front.
"You know what I did the other day?" David asked.
"What?" the adult replied and was a bit anxious because he never knew what David was going to say.
"I Googled murder," the boy replied as though he had looked up Miley Cyrus or something. Ianto winced. There was plenty of murder in the world without looking for it. Maybe he had heard wrong.
"You 'Googled murder'?" he clarified and wondered when the appropriate age for looking up murder was...was it ten? It seemed like it should be older...or preferably never.
"Yeah," David confirmed and nodded. Mica clutched her doll tighter.
"Why?" Ianto asked and thought it sounded too much like what Rhi would comment, "I mean, what did it say?"
"It didn’t say anything. It just showed pictures of people lying dead on the floor and...blood everywhere and ugh..." the boy commented and Ianto saw in the mirror that the boy stuck his tongue out in disgust. His uncle was able to relax.
"That was just ketchup," he said in his best lying voice from work, "Who wants to hear some music?"
"I want to hear Rent," David requested with a smile.
"I want to hear Green Day!" Mica yelled as she laid her doll beside her before taking something out of her backpack.
"No, we're listening to Rent," David insisted.
"Well, I want to listen to Green Day," the girl complained, "Nooo!"
To be honest, Ianto wasn't sure he had either one. There was the clacking sound of things spilling onto the floor of his car and he didn't want to think what those could be.
"Well, I got your baby!" David declared with relish. Mica began to cry and Ianto began to reconsider why he agreed to this.
"Don't taunt her, come on," he told the boy without looking back.
"Here," David said and Ianto watched in the mirror as the boy threw it at his sister.
"David!" he spat and thought about how they couldn't be that far from the school.
"Ow!" Mica wailed harder.
"Why did you just do that? Don't do things at your sister!" Ianto yelled and felt incompetent. At least at work, he could pull out a gun and that usually made the troublemaker do what he wanted, but he couldn't pull a gun on his nephew.
"He hit me," Mica complained.
"I did not," David lied.
"Can't you at least try to apologize?" asked Ianto before turning around to face Mica and her tear-stained face, "It's okay. You're not hurt."
"It's not just that," said the boy, "she spilled all her marbles on the floor."
Now, he had marbles rolling around the interior of the car.
"Perfect," Ianto muttered to himself.
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In Jack's house, the men were sitting around several televisions and computers, but John was wearing a smile.
"All right? Now, are you sure you understand the terms of the bet? ‘Cause this is serious," John was explaining with his hands.
"Oh, no," Andy said and shook his head.
"Andy, listen. You don’t shave your beard or cut your hair for one year, and if you can do that, I will pay your rent. But if you shave, then you have to pay all five of our rents," John spoke and spread his legs with deliberate action. His hands rested very close to his crotch.
As if that could win Andy over...that man was the straightest bloke Jack had ever met, Jack thought and also, Jack had already tried before...a lot.
"I have a real job...REAL job," said Andy over pronouncing so it sounded like a multi-syllable word, "The only reason I have this on my face now is because I don't have to come in until Thursday morning, but on Thursday morning, when I appear for my rota, I will be expected to be fuzz-free."
"Well, not exactly fuzz-free, you're all the fuzz," John commented and laughed.
"I'm a police constable who makes stable, decent money unlike you blokes," Andy spoke and Jack wondered if he should step in. However, he was enjoying this too much.
"I work, I pay my rent every month...almost every month," John amended, "How can you say we don't work?"
"Because I serve the public interest, Jack has a trust fund or settlement or some such sort and Owen's a doctor," Andy explained, "But I don't know what you or Mickey do, he could be a male escort for all I know."
"I'd make a good one," Mickey retorted.
"But it's why you're able to spend so much time on this stupid website," Andy pointed out.
"It's not stupid," Jack spoke, defending it, "fleshofthestars.com will be a quality establishment where customers can look up exactly which film and where in that film their favorite actor or actress is exposed."
"Nice," said John.
"Oh, fucking result!" Owen added.
"Pretty good, right?" Jack asked with his best grin.
"Yeah," Mickey agreed and looked at the nearest screen where Britt Ekland was naked, "So, what were everyone's findings this week?"
"I found full-frontal Viggo Mortensen in The Indian Runner," said Owen and took out a folded paper from his pocket.
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Ianto was inputting numbers into Excel when he heard running coming towards him.
"Ianto, we may have a small problem," said Gareth with his thumb and forefinger less than an inch from each other. He found it hard to believe when it was followed by a couple of shrieks. Ianto stood up and walked back with him to Research Room 1.
"It's a Prygstyr, we were monitoring its behaviour and it escaped its cage," Gareth explained as they neared the windowed area. The Prygstyr sat on a bookcase, hissing and waving its very long claws. It was the size of a chicken but a lot more fatal.
"Where's Adeola?" Ianto asked and Gareth looked at him as though he'd gone mental, "Where is she?"
"She's hiding under the desk in there," the other man explained and pointed at the room in front of them.
"Yep," said Ianto and he realized what he had in mind could work...he had a plan; "I need Adeola's lunch from the fridge in the lounge."
Gareth wasn't moving.
"Right now would be nice," Ianto quipped and the other man left. Ianto turned to Idris and spoke, "Get a tranq gun and load it. Then, come back here."
Why were none of the field agents ever around when you needed them? He'd have to complain to Gwen the next time he saw her.
"I got the lunch!" Gareth cried and ran towards him with a small paper bag. Ianto took it from him and motioned for Idris to hurry up.
"You're going to have to follow me in," he spoke and waited for Idris to stand behind with the gun. The Prygstyr was stabbing the file cabinet with its claws; deep gouges were appearing in the metal.
"Is that my lunch?" asked Adeola in an annoyed tone. She started to crawl from under the table and the Prygstyr jumped on top of that table. It quaked under the force. There was no time to lose. Ianto opened the door to attract the alien's attention. It ran and jumped on Ianto as he opened the bag. At the same time that a long claw was stabbing into his lower abdomen, Ianto took out the sandwich and his fingers made out the smooth texture of the cheese that he touched to the Prygstyr. It cried in agony.
"Now!" he screamed as it loosened its grip on him. There was a hiss from Idris' gun and an orange cap appeared in the alien's side but not before it slashed Ianto again. This time it was like a knife, slashing part of his stomach open.
"Oh shit," he said as both he and the Prygstyr fell on the floor.
"How did you know that would happen?" asked Adeola while looking at the unconscious alien. There was a red welt where he had pressed the cheese to its skin.
"The Prygstyr is severely allergic to Lactose...and you always eat a sandwich with cheese for lunch," Ianto explained and pressed his hands against the wounds.
"Shit, Ianto!" Gareth cried, "I'll go get aid."
"It used to be Provolone, but three months ago, you switched to Swiss," said Ianto and his chest was beginning to hurt. Then, there was blackness.
When he woke up, Ianto found himself in a hospital bed and he recognized his surroundings as the infirmary.
"Mr. Jones, we were told you'd wake up soon," said Yvonne Hartman with a curious expression, "We need to talk."
Yvonne was the head of Torchwood. This couldn't be good.
"He's awake" Alex Hopkins commented and stood beside her. Alex was second in command. This really couldn't be good. They must have found some reason that it was all Ianto's fault and he would be rewarded with a severance package and a little white pill to forget everything. He would no longer know anything about the organization dealing with aliens on Earth.
"Alex and I have been discussing your employment here the last week or so," Yvonne started, "even before this incident earlier today."
They've been talking about me? Ianto thought but remained silent.
"The incident with the Prygstyr just further cements your reputation as an employee who's level-headed under pressure with leadership capabilities but unafraid to do his part to help," Alex spoke.
"In short, the qualities that make for the best field agents," Yvonne added and he couldn't believe what they were saying. He didn't realize the grin growing on his face.
"I'll take that smile as a 'Yes, I'll do it,'" said Alex and Ianto nodded.
"It’s a lot of work. Can’t wait to see what happens. It’s going to be tough. Tough job," Yvonne commented, "but as soon as Dr. Frobisher clears you, you can report to Miss Guppy to upgrade your weapon."
He nodded; he wasn't sure if he could talk right now. Then, Dr. Frobisher came over with a clipboard and pen.
"How are you feeling?" he asked and Ianto remembered the attempted mauling from the alien. He lifted his shirt so he could peek at his stomach. Except for two thin white lines, it looked like nothing had even happened and he did feel good, really good.
"I'm fine," he answered and the doctor nodded.
"We've been testing a new drug this week...works beautifully, like the patient never had anything happen to them. It has real potential," said the older man with a smile, "Your tests look good. I'd recommend changing into a spare top before going home, but you're free to go."
He changed as fast as he could, saw Alice Guppy who gave him a better gun and hurried home as rapidly as the law would allow. Ianto ran into the living room where Rhi and Johnny were sitting on the couch.
"I was promoted at work!" he informed her with the huge grin that just wouldn't go away. She jumped up and hugged him.
"Yay! That's so exciting!" Rhi screamed and Ianto agreed, "Yep."
"Oh my god!" she said and shook Johnny who was listening to something on headphones, "Hey."
"Huh?" he asked as he took one of the ear buds out.
"I got a promotion," Ianto told him and Johnny nodded.
"Oh, congratulations," Johnny said without getting up.
"Thank you," Ianto spoke and felt wound up. He wanted to do something.
"Let's go celebrate!" Rhi suggested and that sounded like a really good idea.
"Okay, let's do it," he agreed and they looked at Johnny.
"Johnny'll watch the kids?" Rhi asked and looked at him with her pout.
"Yeah, we can watch Secret Diary of a Call Girl," he said and Ianto tried not to smile.
"What do you want to do?" Rhi questioned Ianto and he shrugged.
"Not sure, I feel so...so full of energy like I could run to the moon and back or something," he said and laughed.
"We'll sort out something," Rhi said, shaking her head before watering one of the plants. Something ended up going to a club.
"I can always tell if I'm good looking based on whether or not we get in," said Rhi and straightened her dress. In a few minutes, they reached the bouncer who waved them in. They passed a number of men, including one with an old RAF coat. Then, they were inside and he forgot about everyone outside.
Chapter Two: Conception
