Ianto always found it slightly unnerving when Jack came out with something that he obviously understood but no one else did. Like when he had first explained about the rift and the perception filter, he spoke like everything made perfect sense, which it did, but only if you thought about it until your head hurt. So when Jack said that the alien had felt its offspring kick, Ianto was just a little worried. Jack stood up then, startling Ianto, and wandered over to his office door.

"Stay here and watch the CCTV," he called over his shoulder. "Do not come down, whatever happens. Understand?"

Jack paused, watching Ianto carefully when he replied.

"Yes, sir," Ianto nodded; despite the fact they both knew it was a lie. Jack couldn't die, true, but no one wants to watch someone be half killed only to be bought back.

Tosh watched Jack pass, heading for the basement, but didn't say anything. She'd seen what the alien had done and knew that Jack was going to find out just how human it was. Rule number three hundred and twenty seven in the Torchwood conduct codes said that if an alien was humanoid and displayed human emotions, they had to treat it as a human. Jack had been very insistent that there were some very human aliens out there.

Jack walked slowly down the corridor between the cells, ignoring the Weevil as it launched itself at the glass and stopped in front of number fourteen where the humanoid alien was sat in the corner cradling its bump. He frowned as the humanoid looked up questioningly at him.

Jack opened the door carefully and stepped inside. He stayed out of arms reach for both their sakes. He didn't want the alien to be frightened. The tanoy crackled and the alien pushed itself further into the corner.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Jack?" Tosh's voice asked the static crackling louder.

"Tosh, get off the intercom now," Jack hissed quietly. He heard the familiar beep as Tosh turned off the intercom.

Jack bent down and looked the alien up and down carefully. The alien looked back through oddly blue eyes. The expression was obvious though, one of fear.

"Can you understand me?" Jack asked clearly. The alien simply looked at him and for a moment he didn't think it was going to answer, but then he felt the familiar tingle of someone trying to invade his thoughts. God he hated telepathy.

Yes.

Jack sat down feeling that this alien was more scared of them than they had realised and that it was unlikely to hurt them unless they gave it reason too.

"Are you in pain?" Jack asked his hands in his lap to show he had no weapons on him.

No.

Jack was suddenly reminded of Ianto. The one word answers were typical of the shy Welshman when he was stressed.

"My name's Jack Harkness. This place you're in is Torchwood," Jack said carefully. "I know it must seem like we've locked you up, but you have to understand that we usually deal with alien trying to kill us. Can you tell me something about yourself?"

The alien regarded him for several moments, before shuffling forward slowly and carefully. It, or rather she given that it was pregnant (though Jack had met species where the male got pregnant he could tell this alien was female by the way it acted), sat cross legged and seemed to sigh.

My name's Flo, or at least that's the only bit you humans could pronounce. I was travelling past the planet when my ship was shot down.

Jack frowned slightly considering this.

"What planet do you come from?" He asked.

Yhtapme.

"Ah, you're an empathy being," Jack nodded. Things made more sense now, and the ever increasing danger became very real. Flo nodded slightly, cradling her bump. "We need to get you somewhere else."

In the hospital, Gwen had fallen asleep, finally able to relax now she knew the baby was alright. Owen was still next to her, his head resting on his arms as he contemplated sleep. He really needed the rest, but somehow he couldn't take his eyes off Gwen.

He reached out and gently rested his hand on Gwen's stomach, wondering if he'd be able to feel their baby kick again. It was always odd to feel your baby kick, but Owen found it even odder when he felt a sharp jolt of pain. He pulled his hand back quickly, examining it. There was a huge burn mark on his palm, which hurt rather a lot.

As wandered out of the room intending to find someone to help him, he started to panic a little bit. In fact he pulled out his mobile and began dialling the Torchwood Hub.

Jack watched startled as Flo suddenly flinched. He reached out a hand but she backed away from him quickly.

Don't.

Her eyes flashed from brown back to blue and she squealed in pain.

"Are you ok?" Jack asked.

Yeah…

She slumped against the wall.

I think someone just touched my connection.

"You're already connected to someone?" Jack paled slightly, thoughts racing into his head. If Flo was pregnant… then that meant she was connected to Gwen.