A/N: Okay, so… This idea hit me like a bolt of lightning a couple of days ago and REFUSED to leave. So I couldn't really do anything but let my fingers type. (smirks sheepishly)

DISCLAIMER: ME own?! C'MON! If I DID own, Ianto, Tosh and Owen definitely wouldn't have died.

WARNINGS: MPREG, SLASH, violence, a bit of gore, adult themes, LANGUAGE (c'mon, there's Owen…!)… Hmm, I'm pretty sure that that's the most important. Oh yeah, and total weirdness! One musn't forget about that with a story from me.

TAKES PLACE: Slightly after Gwen's wedding.

Awkay, this is my first 'TW' chapter fic so I'm REALLY nervous. That's why I'd better dash right in before I change my mind. Soooooo… Let's go! I REALLY hope that you'll enjoy the ride.

Baby Blues

A Bite of Change

Someone randomly popping up to the Hub would've probably imagined that the four of them weren't exactly right from their heads. There were thoughtful looks on their faces as they'd gathered around a small device that looked like a metallic egg on a short metallic stick. There were engravings on it, either decorations or some language that they couldn't quite understand. It was another object the Rift spat out. Immediate tests had proven it harmless, with nothing toxic and free of radiation, but even after an hour of brainstorm they couldn't figure out what it was.

"Maybe it's a futuristic sex toy", Dr. Owen Harper suggested. He shrugged and scoffed at the dry, unimpressed looks aimed his way. "What? Admit it, you were all thinking it."

"It isn't", Ianto Jones announced with such certainty that it earned everyone's attention.

Gwen Cooper arched an eyebrow, Toshiko Sato's cheeks colored just a little bit while she focused intently on the mystery object. Owen snorted and rolled his eyes. "Well, I guess you would know…"

They were so focused on their finding that they didn't hear the approaching steps. Nor did they sense the eyes observing them until someone cleared their throat. "So, children… What, exactly, are you up to?"

Their heads turned to discover Jack Harkness looking at them with an amused expression. Grown ups looking a little like kids spotted with their hands in a cookie jar. "The Rift dropped this while you were in the meeting", Gwen explained. "We've been trying to figure out what it is."

Visibly curious, Jack strode closer to give the item a proper look. He leaned closer, eyebrows furrowed. "I haven't seen one of these in ages…!" the captain muttered, partially to himself. He pointed at the object with clearly apparent excitement. "That's a fertility device from the 42nd century." Seeing the questioning looks on their faces he went on. "Long story short? The birth rates sunk down and infertility became a real problem. So the scientists had to get creative to save the human kind from extinction." The rest of them knew that there was most definitely a lot more to that story but none of them dared to ask. Sometimes too much detail was too much detail.

"So it's a futuristic baby popping machine?" Owen summed up. Clearly displeased. "Pretty anti-climatic."

"And it seems to be broken. See that crack, there?" Gwen pointed at a small hole that obviously wasn't supposed to be there. "The fall must've damaged it."

"Still, let's get it locked up properly." Jack's eyes turned towards the man at his right. "Ianto?"

The said Welshman nodded. A gentle hand scooped up the damaged artifact. "Already on it, sir. It shouldn't take long." There was a clearly visible hint in his eyes.

A wolfish smirk made its way to Jack's face while his eyes observed the younger man walking away, focusing on the rear and drinking in the view.

"Let me guess." Gwen seemed between nauseated and amused. "Weevil hunting again?"

"Yup", Jack confirmed, popping the last letter. Then focused on the team. "Now off to work with you! I'm going to send you home early so get everything done."

What the team didn't know was that the item wasn't broken, only a little damaged. It was merely sleeping, conserving energy. Waiting. And there, in Ianto's hold, it began to awaken.

Ianto was just about to put it away when he felt it. A bizarre tingle at first that soon began to really hurt. He frowned and looked down. Quite fast his eyes flew wide.

What the…?!

Oh, the device certainly wasn't sleeping or dead anymore. Because slowly yet steadily it began to bathe in a incredibly beautiful, purple light. It seemed to be pulsating against his hand, like it'd had a heartbeat of its own.

Ianto's first instinct was to throw it away, as fast as possible. It would've been the most sensible thing to do. But he never got the chance to act on that impulse.

Because as soon as his pulse sped up so did the artifact. The purple glow grew far more intense, seemed to swallow him up entirely. And the tingle turned into the most horrible burning sensation he could've ever imagined.

Ianto wasn't aware of his own scream. He didn't register that he fell down, the device still in his hold. It was biting to his skin, with such ferocity that droplets of blood trickled down his hand. All that made sense to him was the hellish pain.

It swirled everywhere inside him, finally focusing to his stomach and the most private parts of his body. Under different circumstances the possible harm might've worried him. They didn't when a great part of him was convinced that he'd die.

How could the final result be anything different when he was being torn apart in such a violent way?

Skin… Bone… Intestines… Everything was being tormented, squeezed. And in the end he couldn't take it anymore.

It was a mercy that eventually the whole world became black as his mind shut down.

When Jack didn't catch a glimpse of Ianto in half an hour he began to grow a little worried. Surely cataloguing and locking up one item couldn't take that long, even with Ianto's precision? In the end he found himself headed towards where he expected to find his young lover. Just to make sure…

"Ianto?" he called out. A shiver of dread and worry crossed him when there was no response. "Don't tell me that you find that malfunctioning thing more interesting than a Weevil Hunt?" Still nothing.

Jack hurried his steps as his heartbeat shot up. Very, very unpleasant possibilities began to spin around in his head. "Ianto, I need to hear those…!" All words froze into his throat.

Ianto lay on the floor, unconscious. The artifact had loosened its hold but three small holes that oozed blood remained where it'd been attached. There seemed to be a dark stain on the young man's trousers as well.

Jack's mind was jammed by shock but his body wasn't. At a impressive speed he cast the clearly unsafe item to where it was supposed to be locked up, out of sight and contained so that it wouldn't hurt anyone else. Then he focused his whole attention on the unconscious man.

"Ianto?" His voice had no visible affect. He tapped the younger man's cheek gently. Still nothing. "Time to wake up, Ianto. Come on… Open your eyes." Even caressing Ianto's hair didn't work. That always worked.

And at that moment Jack's mind was made up. Gently, determined to not cause any further damage, he took Ianto into his arms, then ran as fast as he dared to with his precious cargo. Throughout it all he didn't stop calling out to the unconscious man. He received no response.

His abrupt appearance startled the others. Seeing the Welshman's condition did so even further. "What the hell happened?" Owen snapped, eyes widening.

"That thing wasn't broken, after all", Jack growled as he lay Ianto carefully to the table. Furious at himself for not realizing. He should've known…! "It sensed him and activated."

"Doing… what, exactly?" Tosh asked quietly, a great deal of alarm in her eyes.

Jack focused on his tightly balled fists because he couldn't bring himself to look at any of the others. Especially Ianto. "Like I said, it's a fertility device. It moulds the body so that it can become pregnant."

A shocked, horrified silence followed. Like time itself had frozen. "Oh, fuck…!" Owen groaned at last.

"Changes his body how?" Gwen's voice was far tighter than usual. "He's able to handle it, right?" He could practically feel her fear when he couldn't produce an answer. "Jack!"

Jack swallowed, hard. Unable to get rid of the bitter taste. "It… was designed for a futuristic human. There's no telling how a 21st century body is going to react to it. This has never happened before."

The tension intensified until all of a sudden a low, silent groan pierced it. They all turned their gazes towards the sound to discover that Ianto's eyelids were fluttering as the archivist frowned. Then, very slowly and after several false alarms, those eyes opened halfway, hazy but aware. The frown deepened when Ianto seemed to notice all the attention. "Wah…?"

Owen's shoulders relaxed, just a little bit. "Well, welcome back. Trust you to arrange us some unnecessary drama." Only a slight change in the tone, easily missed, gave away the man's relief. The doctor shone a light to the confused man's eyes, giving a pleased grunt at the way the pupils reacted. "Good news is that your brain's no more damaged than before. Are you feeling any pain anywhere?"

Ianto gulped and blinked twice, slowly. "A little." The frown from before deepened still. "What… happened?" A hint of panic appeared when none of them managed to answer. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

TBC

A/N: Oooooh boy…! We'll see just how much 'fun' this is gonna bring along… Poor Ianto!

Sooooo… How was it? Any good? This is my first 'TW' chapter-fic so it'd be FANTASTIC to hear from you.

In any case, thank you so much for reading! And who knows. Maybe you'll even stop by again…?

Take care!