I am so sorry this took so long to get up! I honestly didn't mean to take so long, I swear. I just kind of got distracted with my other stories, so writing this one took some time. Please forgive me!

A quick note to J3d1M0nk3ySp0ck: As much as I love the idea of domestic Janto, I already of plans for what I want to happen for them. Sorry! I do have some domestic ideas though for one of my upcoming story, if you want to wait and see. And even though I do plan on continuing this story, if you still wanted to use the plot, I honestly wouldn't mind. I would actually love to be able to see how it would turn out. ^^

So… Yeah. I hope you enjoy the chapter~

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Sunlight filtered inside the room, peeking through the blinds right into Gwen's eyes. She groaned, rolling over and covering her face with her pillow. It was way too early to be getting up. She reached out across the bed, searching blindly for the warm form on her husband. Maybe she could talk him into a morning shag before she headed off to work.

Work… Wait a minute. She couldn't remember coming home last night, no matter how hard she tried. The last thing she was able to recall was finding that weird box then a flash of bright light… Did it send her through time to the morning? Or quite possibly was it just a different day? It seemed to be the only logical solution.

She groaned again, forcing herself to sit up. If this really was the morning of that day, then they would have to find that box again. Thankfully they will be able to find it a lot faster this time since she knew where it will be.

Something felt wrong though as she put her feet on the ground. She couldn't quite place what it was though and she looked around the room carefully to try to figure out what it was. Everything looked the same, yet there was just something… different about this place. What could it possibly be?

While she was trying to figure out what it was, Gwen felt a sharp pain in her stomach and her hands flew to the affected area quickly… Only for her to freeze a few moments later. She slowly dropped her gaze to her stomach and her eyes widened in shock.

How did this happen? How in the world did she end up being pregnant like this? She wasn't just pregnant, but heavily so. Based on the size of her stomach, she could blow any day now. She shook her head slowly, trying to wrap her head around this. The last time she woke up this pregnant was with the Nostrovite and she really didn't want to relive that experience again.

Wait! That's it! That box must have done this to her! But what about Rhys? Did he know about this? If he didn't, he was going to be in for a big shock. Oh god… How was she going to tell him what happened? He already hates Torchwood and everything it puts their relationship through. She didn't think he'd want to go through another alien-induced pregnancy.

Gwen pushed the hair out of her face before rising up on shaking legs. It was best just to get this over with quickly and hope that he doesn't react badly. She honestly felt sick to her stomach, but she knew that was more likely because of her nerves than any type of morning sickness that this pregnancy would provide.

She put a hand on her stomach and headed out of the room, going slowly to try to calm the twisting in her stomach. God… He was going to be so angry at her… Well, at least at Jack. But she was sure that she'd be able to keep Rhys calm enough to not attack her boss.

The smell of fresh fruit and frying eggs lured her into the kitchen where she paused in the doorway to watch Rhys cook. She really didn't want to tell him the bad news. But there really was no getting around this. As soon as he turned around, he was going to see her and know. So she took a steadying breath and braced herself for his outrage. She took a cautious step towards him, but paused.

Wouldn't it be better to just let him see her instead of her telling him? That would save any awkward conversations and she was certain that he'd immediately make the conclusion that this was Torchwood's fault. He was a smart man after all. She just hoped he wasn't going to be too angry with her because of this. It wasn't even her fault!

When Rhys turned around, she braced herself for his reaction. But surprise flitted through her when he smiled at the sight of her. He took the few steps to stand in front of her and kissed her gently, one hand going to caress her rounded stomach. What was happening here? He knew about the pregnancy and wasn't upset about it?

Maybe she was wrong about the going back in time thing. Perhaps she went forward instead to a time when she was actually pregnant? Based on what's happened so far, that seemed like the most logical solution. She needed to find Jack and figure out how to get back to her own time so that she would at least be mentally prepared to have a child and not have it just be pushed onto her like it was.

She put a smile on her face before going to take a seat at their island as Rhys put a plate of food in front of her. She thanked him and started to eat quietly as he sat down next to her. They sat in comfortable silence as they ate; the only noise was the sound of forks on their plates.

When she was done eating, Gwen put her dishes in the sink before pressing a kiss to her husband's head. He smiled at her, which she returned, before she headed back to their bedroom. She dug out her phone from the bedside table drawer and dialed Jack's number to make sure he was at the HUB before she came in.

"Harkness."

"Jack. I have a little problem. Are you at the HUB?"

There was silence on the other line for a moment and she wondered if he had heard her.

"Who is this?"

Gwen frowned. How could Jack not recognize her voice? He talked to her every day. Plus the last time she checked, his phone did have caller ID. Unless he was just joking with her… If he was, this wasn't funny. "It's Gwen. I have a problem and I really need to see you right now. Are you at the HUB?"

"Okay… Gwen? First off, I don't know what this 'HUB' is and secondly, I have no idea who you are. Tell me how you go this number. It's restricted access only."

She sat down on the bed, confusion going through her. What was Jack talking about? She was almost completely certain that the Captain wasn't playing a joke on her. But what could have made him forget about her? Wait… He also didn't know what the HUB was. That didn't sound good. Did that box mess with his memory?

"How I got your number isn't important. I just really need your help with something."

"Is this something going to result in the end-of-the-world?"

"No… I don't think so. I'm pretty sure it won't. But you have to help me! I think some alien technology really messed with my life. I need help getting things back to the way they were before."

There was a long silence before Gwen heard Jack sighed. "Alright… I guess I could help you out since alien technology is involved. Where would you like to meet me?"

"The café near the Millennium Center would be fine."

"Alright. I can meet you there in half an hour."

Gwen didn't get the chance to respond before she heard the distinctive sound of someone hanging up. She frowned at the phone for a moment, confused by Jack's behavior, but pushed it to the back of her mind to worry about later. She sat there for a few moments longer before she forced herself up.

She wasn't sure when the last time she had showered, especially in this time, but she wasn't exactly comfortable with the thought of trying to while she was like this. It was hard for her to wrap her head around the idea that she was actually pregnant. She didn't even like the thought of seeing herself naked, so she went over to her dresser to get dressed for the day.

She stared blankly at all the maternity clothes. She couldn't believe this. She really wished that she could wear her regular jeans and her leather jacket. But that didn't look like it was going to be possibly until this baby was out. For now, she was stuck with sweatpants and overly-large shirts.

She grabbed the first thing she saw, which were just a light gray shirt and some black sweats. She knew people were going to look at her weird and judge her based on her outfit, but she was probably just being ridiculous. There weren't that many petty people who would judge a pregnant woman like that. But that's how people always seem to be towards her, so that is the exact reason why she always tries her best to look good.

Once dressed, Gwen slipped past Rhys and out of the flat, sighing in relief when he didn't say anything to her. She was glad for that. Her mind was so frazzled right now; she didn't think she'd be able to think of an excuse. She probably could have told him the truth, but she didn't want to risk him not believing her or acting like he did and start treating her like she had a mental problem. It was better that he didn't know.

She arrived at the café about 10 minutes before Jack said he would. She gazed longingly at the coffee machine, knowing they wouldn't serve her any since she was pregnant. Of course, she could always order decafe, but that was not an option she really wanted to take. So she ordered herself a hot chocolate instead, needing something warm to drink to help calm her nerves.

She found an open seat by the window and she gladly sat down. Even though she hasn't been standing long, her feet were already starting to hurt. Her attention drifted out the window where she had a good view of the bay. Was the HUB even there or was it gone, just like Jack's ability to not know who she was? She hoped so, but she couldn't be too sure. The Tourist Office should still be there regardless. They did have quite a few people stop by daily. She made a mental note to go check it out after she was done here.

She took a small sip of the chocolaty drink, immediately spotting Jack as he came striding up to the café. He still had on that greatcoat, but there seemed to be something different about him. He seemed tense, like he thought someone was about to attack him. She couldn't blame him if he did. Especially since he received a phone call from someone he apparently didn't know, telling him to meet her somewhere. She knew that if she was in his shoes, she'd be suspicious as well.

She watched him for a few more seconds as he looked around the café, looking for her even though he couldn't possibly know what she looked like. That thought saddened her, but she pushed it to the back of the mind. There was no point in worrying about it now. She needed to stay focused.

She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly to help calm her sudden nerves. She hoped that conversation was going to end up being awkward or tense. She didn't think she'd be able to handle it. Her nerves were already on end because of this pregnancy and she didn't think she could handle any negative emotions.

"Jack! Over here!" she called once she was sure that she had everything under control. She watched as he started towards her.

"Gwen?" Jack asked, coming to a stop by the table. Gwen couldn't stop herself from shifting slightly under his probing gaze, probably deciding whether or not she was a threat.

She nodded, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes. She scanned him quickly, easily seeing how different he was from the last time she saw him. Sure, he was wearing the same clothes. He even had on that greatcoat of his. But it was easy to tell that he was tense. His eyes were cold, a lot more than she's ever seen them, and he had an air of seriousness and no-nonsense about him that he just didn't seem to have before.

He took the seat in front of her and sat completely straight. She watched as his gaze jumped around the room once more before settling back on her. Even though she would forever deny this, it saddened her to see him like this. She actually missed his carefree, relaxed attitude. She missed his laugh and that sparkle in his eye he got whenever he made a joke. It made a longing grow in her stomach and she desperately wanted to go back to how things were before they found that stupid box.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?"

The sound of his voice broke Gwen out of her thoughts and it took her a moment for her to actually remember what they were here for. She shifted in her seat slightly, looking for a more comfortable position as she rested a hand on her overly-large stomach. She wished she could just make it disappear. She wasn't ready to be a mother! She was still so young, for crying out loud! Hopefully Jack would be able to fix this quickly.

"Alright… I'm not sure how to say this, but I think an alien artifact put me sometime in the future or into some weird alternate plane from what I'm used to and I need your help to figure out how to get me back home."

Jack was quiet for a long moment, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Gwen watched his face carefully as she took a sip of her drink. He really hoped he would believe her and would know how to fix this. She didn't know what she would do if he didn't.

"That seems plausible… But how would you have come across something like that? Those types of artifacts are rare and were only invented in the early 42nd century."

Gwen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She watched him for a second more before she started talking about where she was from. She started with her first day of Torchwood and went all the way to when she woke up in bed this morning. Jack's face remained blank the entire two hours that she was talking. She couldn't quite tell if he believed anything she was saying, but she just had to hold out hope for the best outcome.

He was silent for about five minutes after she stopped talking, his face staying in that same blank look as he processed what she had told him. Finally he nodded before leaning forward in his seat. "Alright… Based on what you told me and since I'm pretty sure that you're not lying, I'll say I have no other choice than to believe you. But I'm sorry to inform you that there really is nothing I can do to help. You'll just have to wait until the effects wear off."

Gwen frowned; disappoint slamming through her as she nodded. She had been hoping Jack would think of anything to help her get home, but that didn't seem to be the case. No matter how badly she wanted to go home, that didn't appear to be the case. Hopefully she will be able to get back before going into labor. She didn't think she was prepared to give birth to a child… At least, she's not ready yet anyway. Maybe one day when she actually had the nine months to get used to the idea.

"Alright… I understand." She said slowly. She brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes as she smiled lightly at the Captain. "I appreciate you coming to talk to me."

Jack nodded before standing. He shot one last quick glance around the thinning crowd before heading out, pulling his jacket close to him to keep out the chill of the Cardiff air.

Gwen sighed, leaning back in her seat. It looked like she had a long wait ahead of her.

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There you are~ The next chapter. I will be honest… I'm not a huge Gwen fan, so all I can really do right now is just hope that this chapter turned out okay.

The order I plan on going for everybody is as follows:

Gwen

Ianto

Owen

Toshiko

Jack

The reason Jack is last is because his is actually the one I want to do the most… Other than Ianto's. So, to give me the drive I need to get this done, I had to put him last.

So… Reviews! Let me know what you think. Plus, I am always up to hear any ideas you have for what I should make happen. :D