It was just a normal day for Ianto, making everyone their morning coffee before heading down for a day of archiving, he found it oddly homely down there and he couldn't really explain why…probably the lack of Owen. "Oi! Teaboy!" came the familiar yell of the loud medic…Ianto sighed, now his morning was complete. Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to Owen who was in his usual position at his desk, sprawled out in his chair and his report hardly started. Ianto could just about make out a line on the paper, he supposed he had to give Owen the benefit of the doubt, it was normally just a single word.
"What Owen?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, having a feeling he knew what this was about. "Where the hell is my coffee? I've been waiting for it for nearly an hour! Don't tell me you've been shagging the boss again and forgetting your more important duties!" Owen almost growled at the young Welshman. "Important duties? Oh I forgot that you were king of the hub and needed to be served first. I wasn't with Jack and it's only been fifteen minutes, I'm sure you won't die if you wait another three minutes" he smirked.
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It took Ianto twelve minutes to get Owen's coffee to him in the end as he stopped by Gwen's workstation, where the welsh woman was trying to type and eat a chocolate bar at the same time. "Gwen, please don't get chocolate all over the keys, it becomes a murder to wipe off, especially when it gets inside them" Ianto told her with a little sigh. Gwen gave him a very guilty look and quickly moved her chocolate flake away from the keys and gave him a sweet smile. "Sorry Yan, I've had no breakfast this morning…and best to eat it now before Myfanwy catches the scent and tries to steal it" she replied in her best way of an excuse. Ianto rolled his eyes but nodded at her, "another late start? I'll buy you an alarm clock for your birthday…. where's Jack?" he added glancing around the hub, before letting his gaze settle on Jack's office, there was no sign of the older man. "His bunk…" he murmured before blushing as he remembered whom he was talking to. Gwen seemed oblivious to his comment and shrugged. "Been in the loo…for about the eighth time this morning. Maybe he's sick" she offered in way of explanation but knew that it was a lame explanation, Jack was never sick and Ianto's expression said as much. "I'll check up on him…" he replied distractedly, already heading in the direction of the toilet.
Jack was already leaving the toilet, looking slightly pasty as he looked at Ianto in surprise as if not expecting him to be in the hub and was there a slight look of guilt in his blue eyes as well? No, he was being silly, what could Jack possibly be guilty about? "Jack? Are you alright Cariad? Gwen said you've not been very well…well she thinks" Ianto started, frowning as Jack held a hand up at him. "Not now Ianto!" he snapped before walking past him and back to his office, leaving a very bewildered and hurt Ianto standing on his own, well until Owen's yell snapped him out of it and he made his way to Owen's workstation with his now lukewarm beverage.
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Jack made his way up to his office, stepping through and closing the door behind him before leaning against the solid form of the door and sighing. His hand drifted to his stomach slowly and he lightly caressed it. He had been so careful, making sure that this wouldn't happen but as fate may have it, it was destined to happen. Of course, he was a fifty-first century male and somewhere along the way, it became natural for males to conceive and carry young. He had a feeling that he couldn't quite get away with it in the twenty first century. And Ianto? How the hell was he going to explain his pregnancy to the young Welshman? He'd blow the relationship that they had steadily been forming if he told him the truth.
But he knew that Ianto would always be there for him, through thick and thin but even Jack knew that this would be hard for Ianto to handle. Maybe he should just get rid of it, try and abort it somehow. He didn't want to lose his child, Ianto's child but he had to think of Torchwood and Ianto in this. Closing his eyes, he eventually moved away from the door and sat at his desk, his head going into his hands as he tried to deal with the situation with all his emotions reaching the surface. On one hand, he could make up the whole Alice thing and try and do a family right, on the other, his child would be born into danger. The son or daughter of Jack Harkness, they were pretty much doomed from the start in the womb. Jack rubbed at his temples, no matter how much he didn't want to, he had to speak to Ianto about this or he would end up losing the young Welshman for not being truthful with him.