Well, I'm not cruel enough to keep you waiting for that long :D

Ziggymia123 : Wow, that's a lot of :O ;) Yup, that sums it up quite nicely, but some of it could have just been a dream, who knows ;)

Bad2Wolf2Mcgee : hehehe, yeah, must were quite shocked, here's hoping coherent thoughts are returned :D

Aviarianna O Lorien : Well, you don't have to wait long :D Err…. Insanely jealous, I have weeks until school finishes and then I've got my big scary important exams : (

Chapter 25

"Where's Rachel?" Ianto questioned as John walked through the hub on his own.

"She's not feeling her best, she had a nightmare and was throwing up when she kicked me out. I think maybe that centipede had something in it's venom."

"I doubt it." Jacky said.

"That bug wasn't a prehistoric creature like we thought." Jack said. "It was something else, people on Anberri worshipped it as a god."

"Really?"

"Fertility God." Ben agreed, pulling up the report on his computer.

"The only thing that was in that things venom were a load of different things that Fawks' immune system would have destroyed." Jacky explained. John frowned at the information.

"Oh, and that herb thing too, Jacky," Gwen called over.

"Oh yeah, and something called Agnus Castus." Jacky said. "Supposedly increases fertility."

"Didn't work so much for the Anberrians." Jack said.

"Yeah," John frowned, "Didn't they go extinct?"

"Ran out of girls." Jack nodded.

"See, without women, society falls apart." Jess said with a smile.

Fawks had her coat wrapped tight around her, her hat low over her eyes as she headed down the road. Trying to convince herself she was being silly. More than silly ridiculous and impossible.

The dream got to her that was all, that didn't mean that… no, she couldn't be.

She was just sick, she just had to sleep until she was better. In like nine months.

She shook her head of her thoughts and took a deep breath as she walked into the warmth of the pharmacy.

The woman behind the counter smiled over at her.

"Hello love, how can I help you?" She said kindly.

Fawks made her way over to the counter.

"Can I get a …" She stuttered over the words, stopped and took a deep breath before trying again. "A pregnancy test, please."

The woman gave her a sympathetic smile and turned over to the counter.

"Any particular brand."

"The most accurate one,"

The woman put the box in the counter and patted Fawks' arm kindly as she handed the money over.

"Thank you." Fawks attempted a smile but it came out as more of a grimace.

That had been the fifth shop she'd gone to. Five different brands of pregnancy tests in her bag as she headed home. On the way back she bought a huge bottle of water and made her way back up the stairs to her flat, her head had settled into a numbness.

Fawks was pacing in the lounge, in the bathroom sink were five different pregnancy tests waiting for the results.

She was remembering something from so long ago.

"If it's a girl can you name it after me?" Chance had asked.

"What?" Fawks turned to her in the Rec Room of the prison confused.

"The baby."

"What baby?"

"Your baby, silly." Chance laughed.

"Chance you muppet, I can't have a baby, I don't work that way, I never have."

"I had a vision last night and you were pregnant." Chance insisted.

"Well, that proves you're wacko then," Fawks had laughed. Shrugging off the prediction as Chance being silly it was impossible. It couldn't happen.

"There's a chance this won't even work. I've known it, for like a day, I've felt ill only for one day, this could just be the venom, surely." She rambled to herself. A timer went off signalling she'd been waiting for five minutes. Show time.

She hesitated at the door.

"This can't be true, your head's just playing tricks on you. This isn't possible, it's just not." She assured herself. "Just go in, look at the little minus signs and put your head to rest." She told herself, then panic swept over her. "What if they're not negative?"

Get a hold of yourself! The demon in her head shouted and she jumped at the voice. Come on, we've faced worse. Get a grip and walk in, it's only one out of two outcomes, we'll see the result and deal with it afterwards.

"Right." She said. Taking a deep breath and strolling right up to the sink and looking down.

Five little pink plus signs looked back up at her. She sank down and sat on the toilet seat lid, still looking numbly at the tests.

Now we're in trouble.

The front door to the flat opened up and Ianto walked in.

"Rach? You up?"

"Bathroom." Was a bleak reply.

"I brought some coffee…" Ianto said, walking into the bathroom to see Fawks sat on the toilet seat staring blankly into the sink. "Everything ok?" He asked uncertain.

Fawks shook her head.

"What's the matter?"

Fawks pointed into the sink and Ianto walked uncertainly forward and looked down into it. Seeing the five tests he swore in welsh.

"Yup." Fawks nodded in agreement.

"But… you…"

Fawks nodded.

"Welcome to my world." She said without humour.

He swore again.

"The centipede," Ianto realised.

"What?" Fawks looked up at him confused.

"Worshipped as a fertility God, had a herb thing in it's venom that increases fertility."

"increases it? Toes I was never fertile to begin with. This is impossible."

"You and John, last night, after you were bit?"

"Yes." Fawks said.

"Not impossible, just…very unlikely."

Fawks looked back to the sink.

"Toes, I'm not cut out to be a mum, I'm a criminal, I can barely look after myself…" She began to ramble.

"Relax." Ianto said, pulling her into a hug. "We'll go to the hub, use the scanner, which is a damn sight more accurate than over the counter tests."

"You think they're lying." Fawks said.

"No, I think we should just be sure." Ianto said rationally.

"Fine. Let's go,"

"Rachel?" John turned looking between Ianto and Fawks.

"Hi, yeah, I might be pregnant!" She said quickly before heading down to the medical bay where Ianto had already pulled out the scanner, Fawks jumped down the stairs and stood next to Ianto.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Fawks sighed. Placing her hand on the scanner and the smaller device on her stomach. The green light excruciatingly slowly moved across her palm. With a bleep the screen in front them came up with a hologram of Fawks' outline. Where her abdomen was on the hologram was a tiny green dot and across the speakers of the hub was the sound of a small erratic heartbeat.

"Wait," Fawks said. "We shouldn't be able to hear the heart, it shouldn't even be beating yet."

"You shouldn't have been able to take a positive pregnancy test yet either." Jacky said. Putting the scanner away and Ianto helped a wobbly Fawks onto the table. The whole team seemed in shock. Jack recovered first.

"You heal fast, you're body works faster than most, when you were a teenager, you looked older than you did."

"Yeah, when she was sixteen she looked about 18," John nodded.

"So you move fast, makes sense that your body is doing the same here, that and our scanner is better than most."

John hadn't spoken, he was still looking up at the scan results.

"John?" Fawks said quietly. He met her gaze with no real emotion in his eyes and Fawks flinched. "John?" She tried again.

"I…I need to think." He said and turned and walked away.

"John wait…" Fawks hopped off the table and went to go after him but Ianto stopped her.

"Just wait," Jack told her. "This is a bit of a shock for all of us."

Fawks hung her head as the alarms for the cog door went off.

Fawks was sat down in the gym. Turning the packet of cigarettes over in her hand. Debating on whether or not it was wise to have one. She wasn't given the choice as Jack appeared and snatched the packet off her.

"Hey!"

"You're pregnant. No more smoking for you." He said.

"Did you find John?"

"Yeah, Gwen is talking to him. How are you?"

"Oh, you know, I'm fine, impossibly pregnant. Daddy's run off and won't speak to me, I'm not responsible or mature enough to look after myself let alone a new born baby. Oh and there's always the chance that this kid could be some mutant freak between demon and human. My boss has taken away my vices so I'm stressed out of my mind. But yeah, other than that, I'm just dandy." Fawks said sarcastically. Running a hand through her hair.

"Jacky said she reckons the baby's matured to about 4 weeks in a day but it will slow now, she reckons in 6 or 7 months you'll be about ready to give birth."

"Fan-fucking-tastic,"

"Come here," Jack said with a smile, pulling her into a big hug. "Have we ever let you down before?"

"No."

"Exactly, you're not on your own here, we'll be fine, and John will come around it was just a bit of a surprise. If you ask me I reckon you'll be a great mum."

"I'm not asking you, I know I won't be, I rely on other people to look after me as it is." Fawks snapped. "This kids going to have some crap parenting. Me and John are hardly the model parents. We've both got prices on our heads, he's a rogue time agent i'm a wanted criminal." Fawks sighed.

"Speak for yourself," Came John's voice. Fawks looked over to him and Jack stood and with a pat on John 's shoulder walked past him, leaving the two alone.

"John…"

"Listen, I'm sorry about for, I was just a bit…"

"Yeah." Fawks nodded. "Me too," John pulled her up and gave her a deep hug.

"What are we going to do," Fawks whispered. "I can't handle this. Aliens and monsters and things that go bump in the night…sure. But John I can't do this…"

"Shh," He soothed. "We'll do what we always do." John muttered in her ear. "We'll make it up as we go along."

So, I think it's fair enough that she's freaking out, I would too ;)

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