Spoilers: Post-Cyberwoman, so spoilers for that.
"Jack, I'm home. Are you okay?" Ianto's voice called through the apartment as he shut the front door, and began to shrug off his coat that had almost become like a second skin, sticking to him due to the rain. It had completely slipped his mind that it was still raining outside, and that an umbrella would probably be useful. But Jack was more important than his now sodden hair and almost see-through shirt.
Jack, still feeling nauseous, was unable to reply, and when he tried to shout and tell Ianto where he was, that he was fine, and there was nothing to worry about because this was all normal, another sudden wave of sickness swept through his body and he once again found himself hugging the toilet.
Ianto managed to find Jack relatively quickly, following the sounds that were coming from the bathroom, and the mound of Jack's clothes that had built up at the entrance.
This was where he found his Captain sat upon the floor. White as a sheet, shivering and dressed only in his undershirt and boxers, which he had stripped to when his temperature began to spike, and he spent 5 minutes lying on the cold tiled floor of Ianto's bathroom, trying to soothe his burning head.
It didn't work. Nothing worked.
Throwing his keys down onto the floor, Ianto joined his lover swiftly on the floor, pulling the American into his arms and kissing his burning forehead.
"We need to get you to a Doctor," Ianto muttered, as Jack mumbled a negative response in reply, "This can't be normal Jack, you need to be checked over."
"This situation is hardly normal." the Captain attempted to laugh, trying to lighten the serious mood, only to be ruined when another nauseous feeling arose, and again he was hugging the toilet.
Ianto was immediately there, rubbing gentle, soothing circles on the Captain's back, whispering comforting words into his ear, and attempting to think of a plan. This was obviously not normal, whether the pregnancy was unusual or not, sickness of this kind; fever, shivers, vomiting, headaches and shooting pains, were not good signs. Jack had to be checked out by a Doctor, whether they called him crazy or turned him away, they still had to try.
"Owen." Jack muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, making a noise of disgust as he did so.
Ianto was confused as to why Jack would be mentioning their young colleague at this time. Work was the last thing on Ianto's mind, and Owen Harper was even further from being in his thoughts than that.
"Get Owen to check me over if you're so worried."
Jack knew that this was all just for Ianto's peace of mind. He had been through all of this before, he knew exactly what to expect, but this for Ianto was new. He didn't know what changes the Captain's body was having to go through in order to accommodate a baby. Jack knew the violent sickness would end within a couple of days, but if it helped Ianto to feel better about all this, then he'd be checked out by a Doctor.
It was, for Ianto, like a sudden light bulb had gone off in his head. How could he forget that at Torchwood Three they had a very highly trained, brilliant, if not sometimes rather arrogant, Doctor?
"Would you be alright with him knowing?"
"I am if you are Yan, this is your baby too."
Ianto didn't like the sound of that, despite the fact he should. His baby. His responsibility. His child.
"That's fine." he responded, replacing the frown on his face with a smile so as Jack wouldn't catch onto what he was thinking.
He couldn't have Jack knowing what he really thought about the baby. He had already lost enough over the past year, he couldn't lose Jack as well. He realised that now.
"You go lay on the bed, I'll ring Owen."
~tw~
"Owen Harper." Owen's voice greeted Ianto through the phone, his voice groggy as
if he had just woken up.
"Owen! It's Ianto, look Jack's sick, really sick and I need you to look at him." Ianto's voice was quick, frustrated and urgent.
"The guys immortal Ianto, even if he contracted HIV he'd still survive." Owen brushed it off like it was nothing, because in his mind it wasn't. Jack would just die, come back, and everything would be fine.
"Owen just come round and check him over!"
"Alright, alright. This had better not be just exhaustion from one of your stupid sex games or something."
"Just get over here."
"Let me guess, he's at your place?" Owen asked, making a huffing noise as he pulling on his leather jacket.
"Yes, he can't keep his eyes open, come quickly." Ianto informed the Doctor, as Owen grabbed his keys from the bowl on the coffee table. "Shit!" the Welshman swore as he pressed the back of his hand against Jack's forehead, "He's really burning up Owen. Oh shit J-"
"Ianto, calm down," Owen interrupted as he exited his flat, "Everything will be fine, I'm on my way."
As if he suddenly realised the seriousness of the situation, Owen attempted to assure Ianto that Jack would be okay. He knew just how much Ianto cared about Jack, despite all the jokes that were made at the two men's expense, the team knew that their relationship was much more than just occasional, casual sex. Even if they wouldn't officially tell each other that.
"Is he lying down?" Owen asked, as he took the stairs down to the lobby two at a time, it was quicker than the lift, and he never really did like those things anyway. Ianto answered him with a positive reply as Owen made his way into the lobby of his apartment block, "You said he has a fever right? Well I want you to grab a face cloth, run it under the cold tap, and place it on his forehead. I'll be there in 5 minutes. And Ianto, don't panic."
Owen knew he shouldn't really be driving after he had been drinking, but Ianto seemed incredibly upset, and he didn't need his time wasted by having to wait for a taxi to arrive. It wasn't exactly like it was the first time Owen had driven his car after having a beer or two, and it wasn't like he really took the law seriously. Although he did make a mental note to never tell Gwen about this, he really didn't need a bollocking off of her.
~tw~
"So, do you want to tell me what's going on, or do I have to run every test possible in order to find out? The first option would be much quicker." Owen asked, as he took in the sight of Jack lying upon Ianto's bed, sweaty, and visibly shaking.
"I'm pregnant." Jack groaned, sitting up in the bed slightly so he was able to properly look at the Doctor.
"I was being serious Jack." Owen sighed, narrowing his eyes at the Captain. This was not a time for jokes, Owen thought dryly.
"So was I. Look, that's why I'm sick. My body is adjusting so that it is able to grow the baby, it's not a nice process."
"Fancy explaining all this to me?" Owen asked, directing the question to Ianto who was standing next to Jack beside the bed.
"It's something to do with the fish. Don't ask me, ask him." Ianto motioned towards Jack with his head, still not really fully understanding exactly how Jack could get pregnant, and how this situation was actually possible.
"I'm from the 51st Century, by then mankind has adapted the human body so males can produce children. It's not exactly a very nice experience, many flaws that need sorting out."
"Right, well now I understand why you said it was serious." Owen ran his hand through his hair, incredibly confused, "We should probably take you to the Hub to do some tests."
"I am not becoming your lab rat Owen Harper."
"You will, you've got no choice in this matter. Ianto, grab him some clothes." Owen ordered, looking around the room and noticing Jack's clothes on the floor by the bathroom door.
"I'm your boss, you can't order me around." Jack attempting to glare at Owen, but failed miserably. Sick Jack, in Ianto's eyes at least, was rather cute. It was a word that Ianto wouldn't normally use for the Captain, but he found it to be rather fitting. Sick Jack reminded Ianto of a small puppy, lost and vulnerable, but still so damn cute!
"I'm your Doctor, you can't refuse treatment."
~to be continued~
Authors Note: This was going to be posted much earlier, much my internet has been down alllllllll day, and it's literally only just come back on, so I thought I'd post it as soon as it came back on just in case it goes off again. Damn you Virgin Media, I hope it's been off for a good reason!
Annnnd, I'm now going to continue watching Derren Brown Apocalypse, because who doesn't love a bit o' zombie action? So if there are any mistakes, please tell me. My proof reading was distracted by zombies.