Jack helped Ianto to his feet before grabbing for his phone and calling Owen, who answered on the third ring, sounding irritated.
"What?"
"Owen, I need a clean up at Ianto's flat. Bring Tosh and make sure you take Gwen to the cells." Jack said, checking Ianto over and having him sit on the couch. Rhiannon and Efa still in shock at the situation.
"What happened?" Owen asked.
"She shot Ianto, and until I find out what the hell her problem is, she's going to be in the cells, just do it." Jack said, hanging up the phone and walking outside. The neighbors had heard the gun shot and had gathered outside to witness the scene.
"Torchwood's got it covered. Back inside with you lot." Jack shouted and watched as the neighbors walked back into their home and closed their doors.
Jack ran over to Gwen, who was face down on the ground, blood seeping from her leg wound as she tried to crawl away.
"You won't get far." Jack insisted, kneeling and cuffing her. "You brought this on yourself."
It wasn't long before Tosh and Owen showed up and dragged her into the SUV kicking and screaming before looking at Jack.
"What happened?" Tosh asked, slamming the SUV door.
"I'll fill you in later, right now I have damage control with the in-laws." Jack said, turning and walking away.
"The cells...really?" Tosh called after Jack, who stopped and turned to face her.
"Yeah, really...retcon would be too good for her." Jack said.
Jack walked into the flat and was met with silence. Ianto sat on the couch, covered in his own blood while Rhiannon and Efa stared at him with shock and fear.
"Ianto, go shower and change and I'll make some tea." Jack said and watched Ianto nod before walking towards the bathroom. Jack walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on for some tea before turning his attention to Efa and Rhiannon.
"Go ahead, ask." Jack said, waiting for them to say something, anything.
"He...he was shot and then...I'm pretty sure he died...I mean he wasn't moving...what IS he?" Rhiannon asked, looking ready to run.
"He's human. He just...can't die. Well, he can die but he just doesn't stay dead. Like me." Jack explained a bit, hoping he wouldn't have to retcon them.
"What do you mean, like you?" Efa asked.
Jack turned to the sound of the boiling kettle and started making four cups of tea.
"I can't die. I haven't been able to die for a very long time." Jack explained grabbing the tray of cups and placing them on the coffee table before taking a seat.
"Why can't you die?" Rhiannon asked, grabbing a cup of tea in shaking hands.
"I don't know, something to do with the time vortex in the Tardis." Jack said, taking his own cup and taking a long sip.
"What's a time vortex?" Efa asked and Jack raised an eyebrow.
"It's the fundamental element of time. It's pure energy. It can make and unmake anything. It obliterated the Daleks that killed me and brought me back to life but in doing that it made me a fixed point in time. I can die but I won't stay dead."
"But...how is Ianto like you?" Efa asked, anger and frustration at the situation making her antsy.
"A fragment of the energy split from him and was given to me." Ianto said, walking into the living room wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, hair still wet from his shower and a smile on his face directed towards Jack, who smiled back and watched Ianto take his seat.
"I made you tea." Jack said, and Ianto smiled.
"Thank you Cariad." Ianto said, taking the cup and sighing.
"Cariad?" Efa asked, looking pointedly at Ianto.
"Jack and I are together." Ianto said matter of factly.
"But...I always thought...and now Jack?" Rhiannon stuttered.
"It's not men, it's just Jack, only Jack." Ianto said taking a sip and smiling at Jack. "This is good."
"I learned from the best." Jack smiled.
"Anything else we ought to know?" Efa asked, looking about ready to throw a fit.
"Yes." Ianto and Jack said together, watching Efa frown.
"Well, go on then." Efa demanded.
"Jack's pregnant." Ianto said, closing his eyes and waiting for the outburst.
"Well that's just not possible." Efa stood and paced the living room.
"I'm from the 51st century, it's very possible." Jack said, putting his tea cup down and standing to face Efa.
"I know you're not partial to me but it would mean the world to your me and your son if you didn't cut him out of your life because of my abnormalities."
"You're not abnormal cariad." Ianto assured, placing a hand on Jack's arm and looking pointedly at his mother.
"How can you expect me to accept this?" Efa asked, baffled.
"Mam it's not hard to accept...I mean it's hard to believe but not hard to accept. How far along are you Jack?" Rhiannon asked, trying so hard to wrap her mind around the impossible.
"Four months and a bit. So 18 weeks." Jack said taking his seat once more.
"Oh dear, I have some remedies for morning sickness, if you're in need." Rhiannon said, ignoring her mother's glare.
"Won't be needed Rhiannon, I won't be getting many symptoms. I might be moody later on down the line, or maybe crave a few things, but my early pregnancy always goes without symptoms." Jack said and Ianto snorted.
"What?" Jack asked, incredulously.
"I believe your sudden love of chocolate milk and hatred of coffee constitute symptoms"
"Okay, so apparently I get symptoms."
"But no morning sickness?" Rhiannon asked, baffled.
"None so far, and I've been pregnant a total of six times, this being my sixth pregnancy." Jack said.
"You have five children already?" Efa asked, glaring at Jack.
"No, I said I've been pregnant six times."
"Oh." Efa looked ashamed as she took a seat and fiddled with her necklace.
"Are the two of you to be married?" Rhiannon asked and Ianto looked puzzled.
"We can't marry here, not permitted."
"Then go to the states, they've got it legal in quite a few states, and a vacation would do you well." Rhiannon insisted and Ianto sighed.
"We can't leave Torchwood undefended for so long."
"So you're saying that you and Jack are the only people Torchwood has?" Efa asked.
"No, but we only had three other people, and now it's down to two thanks to Gwen's jealousy, two people can't hold down the fort very well."
"Hire more people." Rhiannon insisted and Jack laughed.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you wanted us to get married." Jack said with a smile.
"He's got to make an honest man out of you Jack." Efa said, glaring at her son.
"Have you any scan pictures of the babe?" Rhiannon asked and Jack nodded.
"Yeah, Owen gave me three copies, I'll go get them." Jack said, standing and walking to the room.
"How are you with all this Ianto?" Rhiannon asked.
"I'm happy." Ianto admitted with a smile.
"Do you love him?" Efa asked.
"Yes, I do love him mam. I wouldn't have been with him otherwise." Ianto insisted, watching his mam's reaction.
"He's not forcing..." Ianto held up a hand to silence Efa.
"Don't even bring that up mam. This was my choice."
Jack walked back into the living room holding two pictures and handing one to Rhiannon and another to Ianto, who had yet to see his son. Jack was going to surprise Ianto after the family had left, seeing as how Owen had given him the scan pictures that day, but now was just as well.
"Oh my god. He's beautiful." Ianto said, awe and love present on his face as he looked at the scan of his son, who was actually a distinguishable human baby now.
"Oh my, so tiny. I remember David and and Mica's scans...I remember feeling so overwhelmed about it all..." Rhiannon said, handing the scan to Efa who had tears brimming at her eyes as she looked at the picture.
"Oh Ianto, a marvelous creation this is." Efa said, wiping at her face.
"Thank you mam." Ianto said, not able to take his eyes off the scan of his son.
"If there's anything you need help with, Ianto, you let me know." Rhiannon said, taking the scan from Efa and putting it in her purse. She would be putting it on her fridge after showing her kids. She'd have to come up with a cover story about it, mind you, but she would let her kids know that their uncle Ianto was going to be a tad.
"Actually...Johnny's strong..." Ianto said and Rhiannon smiled.
"Yes, he is."
"Can he...help us move?"
"When?"
"End of the week." Ianto said, hoping things would work out. He needed the helping hand.
"He'll be there."