"All right, all right," complained Rhys as he padded down the stairs towards the front door. "Keep your shirt on!" The knocking was loud and constant.

"Are you expecting someone?" called the woman in the kitchen. Gwen Cooper finished towelling off the last of the dishes from the evening meal. The telly blared the weather report in the living room. "Tropical Depression Patty forming in the North Atlantic…winds west southwest at 13 miles an hour, 70% chance of precipitation.."

"Make that 100%," muttered Gwen as she watched the rain streak across window, clouds crowding the crescent moon until no light shown at all. She wondered what the weather was like in Oxford where Anwen had started her first year studies in science and technology. Winning the Eliahou Dangoor Scholarship was an added honor, and the money helped diminish the impact on their budget. Although Torchwood funds still supported the couple, they lived a frugal life. She sighed as she shut the light off. Empty nest and middle age loomed ahead. She made her way to join Rhys at the door.

"Bloody hell, I'm coming!" groused Rhys as Gwen joined him. "You don't have to break the door." Rain pelted in as he opened the door. Framed by the streetlight was the silhouette of a tall man in a long military coat whipped by the wind. In his arms was a body wrapped in a blue quilt. Rhys stood speechless.

"Jack?" Gwen's eyes widened at the site. "Jack Harkness? What...?"

"Please," Jack's eyes searched their faces. "Let me in. She needs to be kept warm."

Stunned at the sight, Gwen led Jack into the living room where he laid the bundle on the couch. Rhys closed the door against the wind, and followed them.

"I didn't know where to go!" Jack's voice trembled as began to push the quilt away from the woman's face. "I didn't know who to trust." Both he and the woman were soaked. She moaned softly as he pulled away the rest of quilt.

"She's pregnant!" Gwen rushed to her side, turning to stare at the Captain. "Jack?"

"She's not just pregnant," Jack looked stricken. "She is in labor…I need to get her warm."

"Bring her into Anwen's room," Gwen ordered and pointed the way to Jack. "Rhys, we need towels, extra blankets, and my emergency medical kit. You know the one I got when I worked for the Cardiff Police. Thank God they trained us for emergency childbirth." Rhys left the room to gather the items. "And be sure to put the kettle on to boil…we'll need hot water."

Jack carefully picked up the woman in his arms and brought her from the couch to a small downstairs bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and began to strip off her wet clothes. Rhys brought in a stack of towels. Jack took one and began to dry the woman off. She moaned again.

Gwen came in carrying blankets and an emergency medical bag. She handed the sheets and blankets to Jack who quickly covered the shivering woman's body with a layer of sheets and three blankets.

"Jack," Gwen touched his arm. "Jack, look at me."

Jack stopped and turned to her.

"You are soaking wet," she said gently. "You need to get out of those clothes. I'll take over here." Gwen looked up at Rhys. "Take Jack up and get him a fresh set while his clothes dry." Jack hesitated. Gwen gave him a stern look, "I'll take care of her…now go!" She gave her husband a nod.

Rhys returned with the medical kit, and handed it to Gwen. He then took Jack's arm. "Come on mate, I'm sure I have something that will fit you in the wardrobe," as he led the Captain up the stairs.

Gwen turned back to the woman. She could tell the girl was beginning to be conscious of her surroundings, then her body shuddered with another contraction.

"Jack?" she whispered as she looked around the room, finally turning her blue eyes on Gwen.

"You'll be alright, luv." Gwen said quietly. "First we're getting you warm. Now, I want you to relax while I examine you to see how far along you are." Gwen washed her hands in alcohol, then pulled a pair of latex gloves from the kit and snapped them on. "Now I want you to relax. I'm going to examine you to see how the baby is doing. OK?"

Jen shrank from her touch. She tried to get up, but fell back on the bed crying out as another contraction convulsed her body. "Jack!"

The Captain thundered down the stairs. He had thrown on a jumper over track suit bottoms and socks. Rhys followed with a pair of shoes in his hands.

Jack knelt down at the edge of the bed and took Jen's hand. "Jen, do you understand me?"

She nodded, her eyes still wide with fear.

"You're with friends now. This woman is Gwen Cooper, I worked with her in Torchwood." He turned his eyes to Rhys. "That man is her husband. You're safe now."

He squeezed Jen's hand. "We're safe now."

"Jack," Gwen whispered. "I need to examine her to see how far along she is."

Jack nodded and held Jen's hand keeping her steady as Gwen finished her initial examination.

"The baby will be here soon. From what I've seen, the contractions are about two minutes apart now. Rhys, get a basin of hot water from the kitchen and put it on one side near that stack of towels. Then I want you to go to the other side of the bed, and help them. Remember the breathing exercises we did for Anwen?"

Rhys nodded, "Been awhile, but I think I can remember." He started for the kitchen.

"Jack, I know you've done this before in the war." Gwen looked up at him. "Please help her focus on her breathing and get her to bear down at the right time. When the baby comes, I need you to help me."

Jack and Rhys took their position around the bed. Jack kept Jen's attention while Rhys counted, helping her take deep breaths as the contractions came closer together. Jen no longer could keep the pain quiet, and cried out as the pain gripped her body.

"I can see the baby's head…it's crowning and in good position…now gently push!"

Jen bore down, breathing deeply.

"Good…it's coming…good…Jack, I need you." She handed him a towel rinsed in hot water. "Here, wash your hands in alcohol and wipe them with this. Good."

Jen cried out as her body shuddered with another contraction. They could hear the storm outside whipping the rain against the house.

"It's turning." Gwen put her hands out to catch the baby's head as Jen pushed again. She gently guided the baby's head towards the mother's back so that a shoulder emerged with the next push. Then she lifted the body gently towards Jen's stomach to deliver the other shoulder. As she supported the head, the rest of the body followed quickly followed by a flush of reddish water.

She handed the baby to Jack. He kept the child's head down to allow fluids to drain. As he began to rub the baby's back, the child began to cry. Jack's eyes teared up with relief as his face widened into a smile.

"Jen, it's a girl. We have a girl!" He held the child up so all could see.

Gwen and Rhys looked at each other in astonishment. "We?"

After cleaning of his daughter with a warm towel, he stood and gently put on Jen's stomach. Jen smiled wearily, and stroked her babies back.

"Toshi," she whispered to Jack. He nodded. "Toshi." Then Jack Harkness knelt by the mother of his child and kissed her.

Gwen turned her attention to the afterbirth. The placenta came out easily, but its color was a strange bluish red. She was relieved that there was a minimum of bleeding as she finished cleaning up, double bagging the placenta, and put it in a container.

"We need to get her to a hospital." Gwen said.

"No," Jack was firm. "No hospitals."

"Why?" Gwen argued. "There may be complications, possible infection."

"No," he said again.

"Jack, who is she?" Gwen demanded as she stood wiping her hands on a towel.

"Her name is Jen. She is the Doctor's daughter, and Toshi is my daughter." Jack looked at Gwen and Rhys. "And we are four hundred years out of our time."