For my girls, Yvonne and Pamela! Sorry for the delay! I've been lazy!

To everyone else: Thank you for reading! I'm having fun with Johnto and hope you all are too!

Chapter 10:

"Sure you don't want me to stay? I could call in, you know?"

"John, you have to go to work. Go. I'm fine."

John Hart sighed and crossed his arms. "Then why did you run to the toilet and empty your stomach a few minutes ago? For the second time today."

"I told you, it's bloody hot in here. It made me nauseous, that's all."

"And I'm a kooky koala," John said in a sarcastic tone.

The younger man shot him a dirty look as he started rooting around the cabinets for something edible.

"Where's the beef jerky?"

"Left side. Where it's been all week."

That was something else that was bugging John. Just over a week ago Ianto had started craving beef jerky. Day and night. In fact, the other day they had been having vigorous sex when Ianto climbed off him and went to the kitchen for a piece. He had actually interrupted sex for a snack! He'd even gone so far as to pack some in his shoulder bag whenever he went somewhere. Every day John watched as his fiance brought in more jerky. There was also the fact that with each bite Ianto made THAT face. His "I am in love and you just got me off" face. His orgasm face.

Yes, Captain John Hart was jealous of beef jerky.

"You okay?" Ianto asked as he gnawed at a piece of jerky.

"Fine." He sounded snappy and he knew it. He could see the hurt.

"I know what you need." Ianto swallowed his jerky and took hold of John's hand. He pulled his lover towards the bedroom.

"Uh, Ianto? You said I had to go to work, remember?"

"I said you had to go, I didn't say on time."

O_O_O_O_O

Callis sipped his coffee as he watched the news. He'd been up for hours and had gotten quite an eyeful as Jones walked Hart to the door in just his birthday suit.

That boy had a body that was made for sex. It was no wonder that both Hart and Harkness had bedded him. There was only one thing that marred the image of that perfect body. It was barely noticeable but it was there. A bump. A bump that held a secret. One that he doubted either of them even knew yet.

But just how was a 21st century male able to get pregnant anyway?

Callis sipped his coffee and turned towards his computer. It was the size of his hand but held far more information than those of Jones' time. He tapped the screen then studied the test results o the scan he'd performed without the young man's knowledge. There was only so much one could learn from a scan. He needed samples. Not that he really cared how Jones had gotten knocked up but he was curious.

The big question was: should he kidnap Jones now or wait until the man was showing a bit more?

O_O_O_O_O

Ianto was asleep when Callis arrived via his wrist strap. The Time Agent stood there and watched as the young man lay curled on his side wearing only a pair of pants. The ring on his left hand shimmered as the light hit it.

Why was John Hart, formerly one of the top agents, turning away from the life he loved to be with this... this... boy? Just a few years ago Hart would never have considered matrimony and he certainly would never have given up his career as a con man.

He froze as Ianto rolled over. His perception filter was switched on but the things were not fool proof. Considering that Jones had bedded Harkness and had worked for that decrepit Torchwood there was a real possibility that he would detect Callis anyway. So he had to be quick if he wanted answers.

A small pencil sized cylinder was placed against the bare stomach and extracted DNA from both Jones and the fetus.

Callis licked his lips. It would be so easy to just take Jones now, to have his way with the brat. But he knew the only satisfaction he would get would be that of sexual gratification. He wanted to completely destroy Hart, not just anger him. Raping his lover would only piss him off. What Callis wanted was to watch as Hart was destroyed from the inside out. He wanted to watch Hart's face as he violated his lover's body. It would be even more dramatic if Jones' belly were even more swollen.

He forced himself to leave the temptation and leave the penthouse.

"Phase one, completed," he murmured as he now stood in his own apartment across the street.

One more sample was required for comparison. But where to get it?

He consulted his computer again. It took several hours but he managed to find an old file of Harkness's. A log entry filed away when Harkness had been head of Torchwood Three. Something had happened to cause the team to lose two days' worth of memories. And Jones had been a part of that team. Perfect.

O_O_O_O_O

Jack had just finished distributing the Retcon and convinced them all to take it. Ianto had not hesitated; he was the only one. He trusted Jack, knew his lover, his friend, his leader would not let anything happen to him. Jack swallowed as he walked out of the boardroom.

Why was he so selfish? Why couldn't he just let Ianto go? His feelings for Gwen were strong but it was Ianto who kept him going every single day. Yes he was upset that she was getting married but that was more because he was jealous of her normal life. Jack sighed as he made his way down to Adam's cell. Even though he would remember nothing concrete about these two days, he knew he would remember his feelings for Ianto. He had placed Ianto's diary in his office so he could read it. He was determined to do right by him. He just hoped that he could control himself in a couple months when Gwen got married. Last thing he needed was to make a fool of himself at her wedding.

He spoke to Adam, pretended to be tempted, then watched as the simple act of swallowing a pill destroyed the alien. It hurt. After fighting to save the space whale a couple weeks ago, it hurt to now consciously kill another alien.

He slid down the glass partition onto the floor. Tears were running down his face. Tears for Ianto and himself. He had let Adam believe that he only had a few memories of his father and that had been the alien's downfall. Jack had 12 years of memories before his father had died. His mother had also told him about his father from before he and Gray were born. Just because he would lose the actual memory of his father's death from HIS point of view did not mean he wouldn't remember his father. As a precaution Jack had also used various memory tricks to place a trigger of sorts in his head along with visual cues should Adam find a way to return.

All that mattered now was what happened...

"Oh how the mighty have fallen. Isn't that what they say?"

Groggy, Jack lifted his head and stared.

"Callis? How..." Wait, had it been CALLIS who had led Adam to them?

His former colleague crouched down and looked him in the eye.

"I come from the future. And since you won't remember, I'll tell you a couple of things."

Jack blinked, trying vainly to stay awake.

"Did you know that soon Hart will help your psychotic brother blow up half of Cardiff then kill two of your friends, Sato and Harper? Oh, and then a few months later your lover -such a beautiful little slut- will die in your arms because you are the most incompetent leader ever? And he dies not hearing you say you love him. How sad."

Jack tried to get to his feet. He wanted to get away from this.

"Except he doesn't die. I don't know how but Hart saves him and takes him to the 51st century. They travel a bit. Hart's turned good, can you believe that? Oh, and he's fucking your lover. In fact, they're engaged. Isn't that wonderful news?"

The immortal whimpered painfully. Ianto...

"But here's the best news, Jack. Ianto is carrying Hart's child."

Jack felt his heart break.

"I could stop it all from happening, Jack. Would you like that?"

Jack tried to not make a sound but his eyes told how tempted he was. Anything, they said, screamed, anything to keep Ianto away from John.

"For you, Jack, I could do it. All it will require is that I kill Ianto Jones here and now."

Jack let out a strangled cry as Callis stood and walked away.

"Ianto!"

O_O_O_O_O

Callis entered the boardroom with a smirk on his face. He could still hear Harkness screaming for his lover, begging for his life to be spared. It was tempting to either kill Jones now or make Harkness his willing slave by holding Jones' life in his hands.

Instead he enjoyed the sounds of Jack's screams as he extracted DNA from the slumbering boy. By the time he was finished, Jack had succumbed to the pill he'd swallowed and was asleep.

To ensure that no one knew he was here, Callis purged the system of any incriminating evidence then returned to his time.

All that was left now was to compare the DNA samples.

"Phase two complete, beginning Phase three."

O_O_O_O_O

John yawned as he stepped out of his office. His day was finally over and he could go home and relax with Ianto.

He felt as if he were back in school. Most of his day was spent learning the ins and outs of the company. Rather tedious. And the suit... He didn't feel comfortable dressed so formally. Although, he mused, Ianto teased him often that his red jacket had a formal air about it.

Damn, twice in the few moments it had taken for him to leave his office and get on the lift. In that short time he had twice found his thoughts filled with Ianto. That man was having quite an effect on him. In a good way.

Part of the learning process was him meeting with various clients. One of the clients today was a man who he had greatly offended several years ago (though his daughter, so young and virginal at the time, hadn't been offended). The man had been annoyed (to say the least) when he recognized the former Time Agent. At first he'd refused to enter the office. It had taken a good deal of groveling to get the man to talk to him. By the end of the appointment the man had invited him and Ianto to his place for a dinner party next week.

John stepped out of the lift and headed towards home. Here, on Earth, he never had to fear the people around him. People knew he was the son of Trevor Milton and that his family had helped keep so many of them employed, directly and indirectly. The fact that he'd spent most of his life as a con man didn't matter to them. Most people just saw him as spoiled and indifferent.

Until Ianto Jones came into the picture.

People all over had heard about John turning over a new leaf. They all knew it was because of the young man he had returned home with. The news had traveled across the galaxy. Ianto Jones had tamed the savage beast.

He smiled a bit as he thought of that. For years he had been determined to believe that he and Jack were meant to be together, that they loved each other. Then he had gone to Torchwood. He had seen Jack and Ianto interact briefly that first time. It was the second time that he had realized how important they were to each other. It was then, as he helped clean up the blood from the floor, that he realized that Ianto and Jack loved one another deeply.

That had been why he'd agonized over Ianto's premature death... That was the reason he'd given himself. Truth be told, he couldn't bear the thought of living while Ianto died.

John arrived home and made his way to the penthouse, eager to see his lover.

He was NOT eager to see the handsome man who stood in his living room while Ianto stood in just a bath robe.

"What the hell is this?"

Ianto turned and flashed him a smile.

"John! You're back! Come have some cake!"

"Cake... what?"

Ianto pointed to the tray on the coffee table that was laden with bite sized cakes in different flavors.

"This is the caterer for the wedding. He brought by some cake samples for us to try." He walked over and tugged John's attache from his hand. "He arrived just as I was getting dressed. Why don't you fix us some coffee and I'll go make myself presentable?"

A quick kiss and he was gone. John was left alone with the handsome (and much younger) caterer.

He shot the man a dark glare and stalked off to the kitchen.

"Sorry to intrude, Mr. Milton, but your mother was insistent that we decide on a cake soon. I had the afternoon free so-"

"Let's be clear on one thing," Jack said. He turned and faced the man. "Don't ever come into my home, to see MY fiance, without me here."

The caterer let out a hearty laugh, which surprised John.

"What's so funny?"

"Sorry, it's just..." The man wiped at his eyes before he continued. "I've heard the rumors about you two but I didn't believe them until now. You really have changed. For the better."

John opened his mouth to respond...

"And you don't have to worry, sir," the caterer continued. "I have three spouses already. The last thing I need is another to nag me to death. Besides, he's gorgeous, I won't lie, but he's not my type."

"Oh."

The caterer grinned at him. "I'll get the cakes if you start the coffee and we shall never speak of this again."

"Deal!"

Three hours later and they had selected a vanilla cake. It would be ten tiers high, round and would have a deep red frosting. Neither men wanted any sort of décor but knew that John's mother wouldn't hear of it. To keep the peace (but retain their sanity and masculinity) the caterer (whose name was Tylis) suggested that they place small accents in black around and on each tier.

"No flowers or anything girly," was Ianto's only demand.

Tylis sketched out some ideas and they selected black beads to go around the base of each tier as well as both red and black sugar crystals over the tops. The uppermost tier would have silver and black beads covering the top in pace of sugar.

"Well," Tylis asked as they looked at the picture on his computer.

"Perfect," Ianto said. "It's simple, elegant, NOT feminine and will make your mother happy."

"Hm... she'll want something personal," John replied.

"Taken care of." Ianto smiled at him. "I found this picture spheres. They're fist sized balls with hologram pictures you program in. I thought we could get some and program pictures of us and hover them over the cake."

"A great idea!" Tylis said enthusiastically. "I know where to get them. The great thing is we can program them to record the ceremony and then use those images for the cake display."

"Ok..." John really didn't care but would go along with it to make Ianto happy.

"Great! I'll call Madelina and tell her what we've decided."

"Er, Madelina? You call my mother Madelina?"

"Oh, yes, well... she asked me to. What was I supposed to do?"

John felt a headache coming on.

O_O_O_O_O

Callis shook his head at Hart's stupidity. With his desire to save Ianto Jones from death he had made a simple mistake. THAT was why Ianto Jones was now capable of getting pregnant.

He looked again at the test results. On the left of the screen was the sample taken from a pre-death Ianto. On the right was the sample he'd taken of the pregnant Ianto. He could see where the boy's DNA had been altered just enough to allow conception. It meant that the pregnancy itself would wreak havoc on his body and of course there would not be a natural birth.

"Ah, John, dear John, this keeps getting better and better!"

O_O_O_O_O

Ianto frowned as he pulled on his trousers. They were going out to dinner and he wanted to look nice. He hadn't counted on his trousers not fitting.

"You ok?"" asked John as he fastened his cufflinks.

"Hm? Oh, yes. Just my trousers are a bit snug."

John's arms wrapped around his waist. "They look fine to me."

"Hm... You're biased. Well, guess I'll just skip dessert. And maybe do a few sit-ups when we get home."

"I can think of a better way to burn off calories..."

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TBC