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Positive.

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Owen sighed and lifted up the test results, "Positive. You're pregnant." He said.

Jack paled, his hands beginning to shake, "How far gone?" He asked, his voice tense, almost pleading.

Owen sighed again, "I'm sorry mate, five months." He said, wincing as he wondered what the hell Ianto would say, there was no way it could be the Welshman's after all, Jack had only been back for three months.

"Oh god..." Jack whispered, "Why isn't it showing? I have no bump... Why haven't I got a bump?"

"Well, I don't know if male pregnancies are the same but sometimes in female pregnancies the bump doesn't show for a while, especially if you have a small baby. I can do a scan though..." Owen offered.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" Jack whispered, tears in his eyes, "This wasn't the plan."

Owen bit at his lip, "You're gonna have to tell the others, it'll be pretty obvious soon anyway... We'll figure out a way to do this... You'll have to come off field duty though, If you die then..." Owen trailed off as Jack winced, he thought of how close he had come to dying so many different times in the months he had been back.

"I have to go." Jack muttered and moved to leave the bay before suddenly stopping and putting his hand to his mouth, Owen shoved a bowl towards Jack just in time for the man to throw up into it. Owen rubbed Jack's back and helped him sit down as the man continued to vomit, "I'm sure we've got some anti nausea pills around somewhere." He said, "But I'll have to check if you can have them." He added awkwardly, well aware that Jack's shoulders were shaking from more than just the throwing up. When Jack finally stopped vomiting, Owen moved the bowl into the sink and washed it out, getting Jack a glass of water, "Why don't you go and sit on the sofa? I'll make you a mug of tea." Owen offered, the others were out chasing a weevil. Jack nodded and looked up, making Owen flinch at his tear streaked cheeks, "Go on." Owen said gently, helping Jack off the table and pushing him in the direction of the stairs. The medic watched as Jack walked away, it scared him to see Jack like this, so broken... so weak.

Jack slowly headed over to the sofa and pulled a cushion to his chest as he sat down, more tears making their way down his cheeks as he struggled to take in what was going on. Fuck! This should not be happening, not now! Not when he had finally started to get his life back together... He barely noticed as Owen handed him a mug of tea, "I can do a scan if you want." The medic murmured.

"No!" Jack didn't think he could bear to see an image of the baby, to hear it's heartbeat... Or would it be beats? The thought made Jack want to throw up again and he took a deep breathe, tryign to push away the feeling. "What do I do, Owen?" Jack whispered brokenly.

"Well... You have several options..." The Medic said, "The thing is Jack... You're past the legal date for an abortion, I don't know if it's different for male pregnancies but -"

Jack shook his head, "It goes down in the future." He muttered, "You can only have an abortion up to eleven weeks... Contraception's much better so you don't get unwanted pregnancies so much. They make exceptions when necessary though." He explained quietly.

Owen nodded, "Right, well as your medic I really can't offer you that option. I'm sorry." He said, Jack shrugged, cradling his mug of tea.

"If I died..." Jack trailed off.

"It would kill the baby." Owen nodded, "But if you're planning that then you should really think about it properly... Don't do something you'll regret." He pleaded, Jack simply looked at him for a moment before looking away and Owen sighed. "Is there anyone you need to call?" Owen asked quietly.

Jack shook his head, "No... I just need to be alone." He murmured before standing up and heading into his office. Owen let out a huff of air as he watched him go before looking up as Tosh, Gwen and Ianto walked in through the door. "You okay?" Tosh asked the medic, noticing he seemed a little off.

"Umm yeah... Yeah I'm fine." He murmured in reply, glancing up towards Jack's office before sighing and heading back into the med bay.

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Jack stared at himself in the mirror, looking at his flat stomach, five months Owen had said, how could he possibly be five months gone and not showing at all? He raised his hand and smoothed it over his stomach, retching as memories from his time with the master came back to him. He couldn't have this baby, he couldn't possibly have it. How could he? How could he love the child after the way it was created? No.. Itwas better for everyone if he just got rid of it quickly and quietly and told no-one... Maybe he should retcon Owen too. Jack raised his hand, curling it into a fist and, before he really realised what he was doing he punched it into his stomach, again and again, letting out a scream as he did so. "Argh!" Jack grunted, a shot of pain went through his abdomen but he ignored it and hit himself again.

"Jack? What the hell are you doing?"

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