Bo did not look good. She was pale, shivering and Own was rushing about growling in frustration which meant things where not going well.

Jack stood to one side, making sure not to get in Owen's way. That was not a good idea. Ianto moved forward though, he wanted to make sure Bo saw her child, just in case.

"Hey," Ianto said quietly.

"Hey," Bo managed to gasp back.

"Your baby boy's perfect in every way," Ianto said, unsure of what else he should say.

"Thanks," Bo shifted slightly. "Listen, when I die-"

"You're not gonna die damn it," Owen interrupted.

"If, I die," Bo continued unperturbed. "Will you and Jack keep him? I don't want him going to any old family. I want someone I can trust to bring him up and I only really know you."

Ianto looked startled for a moment.

"But it won't come to that," he replied.

"Ianto, I know I'm not gonna live through this," Bo said. "Promise me that you'll look after him?"

"Ok," Ianto promised.

"Move, Ianto!" Owen snapped, shoving Ianto out the way.

Jack stepped forward, steadying Ianto and frowning at Owen. As much as he appreciated how stressed Owen was, he sometimes got the feeling that he used these as an excuse to be nasty to the others.

"She wants us to look after him," Ianto said quietly, pulling Jack aside as Owen continued his work, Gwen and Tosh handing him things when needed.

"I heard," Jack said. "But it won't come to that."

Ianto looked at Jack doubtfully. There was something in Bo's voice that told him she not only knew that things were bad, but she also somehow knew she was going to die, not matter how hard Owen tried to keep her alive.

"She's lost too much blood Jack," Owen said, darting over suddenly. "Unless she gets a transfusion she's not gonna make it."

"What blood type is she?" Jack asked.

"She says A positive, but she's not completely sure," Owen replied, running a hand through his hair.

"Owen," Gwen called, but she was ignored.

"So give her O, we must have some stored somewhere," Jack suggested.

"Jack, we fight aliens," Owen gave him a despairing look. "I have neither the facilities to store blood, nor the equipment to perform a transfusion."

"Then get her to a hospital!" Jack growled. God Owen could be awkward sometimes.

"And tell them what exactly Jack?" Owen shook his head. "Hi there, I've got a fifteen year old girl who's just given birth. Don't know who the father is cause it was one of her dad's prisoners. Said Dad is dead so no help there, any chance you could fix her up no questions asked? Somehow I can't see that working Jack. Besides, she wouldn't survive the journey."

"Owen," Gwen called again.

"What?" Owen snapped spinning round.

Gwen indicated Bo who looked worse than before, eyes closed, breathing coming in shallow gasps. Owen rushed over again, shouting at the others to leave whilst he did his job. He only wanted one person to stay to hand him things and Gwen looked hurt when he asked for that person to be Tosh.

Tosh on the other hand looked particularly pleased that she had been asked by name to stay. The other three, the baby still in Ianto's arms, headed back upstairs. Gwen offered to take the baby, but Ianto instantly seemed reluctant. Knowing that Ianto wouldn't want to cause a confrontation, Jack suggested Gwen find some more information out about the Costello's.

As soon as Gwen was out of earshot Jack turned to Ianto and looked at him enquiringly.

"What?" Ianto asked turning and heading up towards Jack's office.

"Protective, aren't you?" Jack said quietly, smiling to himself.

"I'm not," Ianto shot back.

"Hey, I'm only saying!" Jack tried not to sound hurt. "Sorry."

Ianto paused as he reached Jack's office door. He turned back to his partner sighing.

"No, it's my fault," Ianto glanced down at the child in his arms. "I just…"

Jack suddenly realised what was wrong. Ianto was scared that he wouldn't be able to keep his promise.

"You don't want him to go through your experiences," Ianto nodded mutely. Jack reached out and touched Ianto's arm lightly. "He won't."

"Not if we look after him, if…" Ianto didn't want to say it. But even as Jack went to disagree he saw Owen wandering up from the basement, covered in blood, looking pale, tired and defeated.

"We'll keep him safe," Jack ushered Ianto into his office before he caught sight of Owen. "I'm just going to fetch some blankets and things so we can set up a bed for him. We better start thinking of names as well."

"Bo ought to name him," Ianto said quickly. Jack nodded.

"Ok, I'll talk to her again when I fetch the bedding," he replied, shutting the door behind him and heading down to Owen.

"She's dead isn't she?" Jack said quietly as he reached their doctor.

"Yeah," Owen nodded. "I couldn't save her."

"You did all you could," Jack said gently. "Go and clean the basement up when you're ready."

Owen didn't say anything but Jack knew he'd got the message. Before he could head off to the archives to find something the baby could sleep in however, Owen grabbed his arm.

"She wrote this," he said. "She handed it to me just before…"

Jack took the folded up piece of paper and pocketed it, nodding. He wandered back up to his office after fetching everything he needed and glanced at Ianto, wondering how to tell him.

"I know," Ianto said without looking up.

Jack set all the stuff down.

"She left you this," Jack said handing over the note.

Ianto took it and looked over it.

"She wants us to call him Charlie," he said finally.