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Something that popped into my head; inspired by -
"Ianto, we're having a baby!"
And the little scene in the car - I genuinely thought Jack was going to say something along these lines.
"I can save Anwen," Jack repeated slowly. Gwen nearly swerved off the road, her eyes going to the mirror so she could see Jack's mouth. "Look straight ahead, idiot." Gwen trained her eyes carefully on the road, her heart beating painfully in her chest. "Do you really want Rhys' last thought to be-"
"Don't, Jack, alright? Just for once, just fucking don't."
"You're crying, Gwen." She swallowed back her tears and shook her head. She didn't want to talk about this, did not want to even go there, not now, not when the lives of her daughter and husband and mother were in danger.
Jack was putting her in a horrible, horrible situation. Who did she choose? The man she loved, or the man she'd married? Easily, she would choose her daughter over both of them, but how could she be certain that the people who wanted Jack would give her Anwen back safe and sound once this was all over?
"Just release me. Just let me use the wrist strap," he coaxed. "I can find her using DNA." He paused. "All you have to do is release me, and she'll be back with you, in your arms." He leaned forwards, ever so slightly, his hands still tied behind his back, so it was harder for him. "Would I want that little girl put in danger, Gwen?"
Gwen smacked her hand against the steering wheel. "Stop it, Jack, stop it."
"My DNA will find her, Gwen," he whispered. "Our daughter."