Chapter 6: It's his
When Gwen picked up her jacket off the chair and hurried out of the Hub, nobody stopped her. Jack left his office as soon as he was sure she'd cleared the doors. He meandered his way down to where Tosh was sitting staring her computer screen. He could see a text box open on the left.
'It's his.' Was all he could read before she realized he was there, and shut it quickly. Tosh turned to him, with a forced smile.
"Something I can do for you, Jack?" She offered.
"Keep an eye on her Tosh. I don't want her wandering off too far." Tosh nodded her understanding and brought up the CCTV windows with the outside views. Ianto was probably in the kitchen, but Jack couldn't bring himself to find him. Even though a little shameless flirting, and maybe a few well-placed kisses, would probably help settle him, Ianto had broken enough dishware for the day.
Jack smiled slightly at the remembrance. He had told Ianto that he wanted to take him out to dinner, and maybe dessert, and Ianto had surprised them both by dropping a mug on the floor. His normally careful manner was momentarily lost as he stammered through a pitiful excuse of 'work to do' and then Ianto had hurried off to get a broom for the broken glass. At least Jack had succeeded in setting him on his ear. It was fun, this game of seek and retreat that they had going on, and never let it be said that Captain Jack Harkness didn't enjoy the thrill of the chase.
Jack found himself curious beyond all reason, however, as to the outcome of Gwen's test. So he casually made his way downstairs to the captivity cells. Owen had a clipboard, and was obviously pretending to be focused entirely on his work when Jack came upon him.
"How's it going?" Jack asked evenly. Owen looked up from his notes.
"It's going. All the levels seem to be normal down here, and the only trouble I have is with that thing always staring at me from the corner." Owen pointed to the Weevil's enclosure.
"You know it's generally easier to take notes when your papers are facing the right direction on the clipboard, right?" Jack observed good-naturedly. Owen turned red, then flung the clipboard aside.
"I can't believe it Jack! She's pregnant! What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with a pregnant woman?" His frustration and obvious lack of knowledge made itself known by way of venting anger.
"Make her eat her toast." Jack said quietly. Owen looked at him.
"What does toast have to do with this?"
"Never mind. Owen, do you know whose baby it is?" Jack asked, unable to restrain his curiosity anymore. Owen nodded sullenly.
"And?" Owen just shook his head, and looked distantly past Jack's shoulder. Jack heard the door to the Hub opening, and the sound of Gwen's footsteps.
"Owen, tell me the truth." Jack quietly demanded. The other man looked at him with a sad expression on his face.
"It's his."