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Rating/Warning: Pg-13 (dark themes, nothing really violent, sexual. Still the MPreg though)
Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto and a surprise at the end
Chapter Summary: Jack and Owen talk.
Disclaimer: Nope, nope, nope. None of my names show up in any place on any official document.
AN: I'm not trying to write a threesome. It would be interesting though. I'll save any match making in the future.
Previous Part
Jack grabbed the wrist with the scalpel and drew it away. Ianto grabbed medical tubing off of a table. Jack held the arm while the tubing was wrapped, cutting down blood flow to the wound. "On my mark, grab the scalpel," Jack ordered. He waited a minute before nodding, twisting Owen's wrist to a sharp yell to slacken his grip for a moment. Ianto plucked the scalpel out and placed it in the sink.
"Stop it, stop trying to save me," Owen yelled. He kicked out and managed to hit Ianto in the arm.
"Owen, listen. It's not that unusually to become pregnant by alien tech. It's no reason to kill yourself," Jack tried to placate.
"It's not that, Jack. Believe me, it's not just that."
"Then, what is it, Owen?" Ianto grabbed a roll of gauze and wrapped the wound a couple of times before wrapping the center with tape. Owen had become more subdued so Ianto wasn't fighting to put it on.
"I'm not - I'm not going to tell you," he mumbled, "Let me go, Harkness."
Jack let go of his arms, but kept an arm around his shoulders. He took off the medical tubing and signaled to Ianto about something. "Owen, I need to ask about what happened three weeks ago."
Flashes came back, along with unwanted feelings. "No no no no no no no," he chanted, his body shaking to get away from Jack.
"Owen, we need to talk about it." He maneuvered him up the stairs and over to the couch in his office.
"I just want to forget about it."
"Forget what?" Owen looked down. "Owen, talk to us. This isn't healthy."
"Pot calling the kettle black, Jack." Ianto came back with coffee and juice, placing the latter in front of Owen.
"I'm not talking about Ianto or me. This is about you. Tell us, what happened to you."
Owen shook his head, taking the juice and sipping it. Ianto looked at Jack. "Should I bring it up?" he mouthed. Jack nodded. The both knew, or could guess, but they needed to invoke a response.
"Two people reported a car linked to Andy's serial killer's case. One person was rendered unconscious. We checked the CCTV. The assailant used an indeterminate weapon to knock out the victim. Neither could be identified by their standards."
They were both surprised by the small voice that came out. "It was a spray." Owen was hugging himself and slightly shivering. Jack pulled a blanket out and wrapped it around him. Ianto motioned to the man-hole. Jack nodded and watched as he climbed down.
He moved in front of Owen to establish eye contact easily. It just made Owen more tense. "Who is he? What did he do?" Owen shook his head and looked down. Jack lifted his chin to look in his eyes. "I can already guess most of what happen. You're not ready to talk about it yet, fine. We'll let it fester until you can't take it anymore."
Owen snorted. "You know how to raise a guy, Jack," he sarcastically mumbled, pulling his head to look down. He wrapped the blanket tighter.
"The problem is, while you let it fester, he's out there. He will hurt and kill more people." He lifted his eyes again. "He may come back. You're a living victim."
Owen took a shuddering breath. Jack figured he was going to go one way ot the other. He couldn't tell which. "His name's Ben, Ben Slate. He's a um..." The blanket drew closer again and he started rocking slightly. "Assistant manager at a small chain of stores. Knows his law, know what..."
Jack noticed him stop. "Owen?"
"He doesn't know science. He was bad at the classes; he couldn't have made the spray."
Either he has a partner or it fell through the Rift. "What did the spray do?"
"Couldn't use my vocal cords. A couple of more sprays knocked me out."
Sounds like Obalesk, a date rape drug from Traken. But Traken was destroyed. "All right, I want you to stay here, get some sleep." Owen just stared up at him. "You are in danger, and on an improvised suicide watch." He pulled out a couple of pillows and placed them at one side. He guided Owen to lay down and started to tuck Owen in.
"I'm not a child, Harkness."
"Then, stop acting like one."
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Two hours of filing paperwork did nothing to alleviate boredom. Of course, it was better than watching over Owen as he tossed several times on the couch. His nightmares have ended with him whimpering and Jack going over to calm him down. More than once, hands have fallen on the place where the bump will occur.
A phone ringing put a stop to any more pondering. "Captain Jack Harkness." He listened for a minute. "You're coming to Cardiff?" Another minute. "Several? Wait a minute, we've got a serial here. Are these connected?" He started listing off some of Andy's cases. "It's not that. What is it?" A nod. "All right, listen, do you know anybody you can trust for a case?" A short laugh. "Sorry, but I think this isn't what you trained for."
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The Hub door wheeled back, bringing Gwen, Tosh and Owen to settle behind Jack, who had been waiting. "Suddenly, in an underground mortuary, on a wet night in Cardiff, I hear the song of a nightingale," Jack announced, "Miss Martha Jones."
Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto and a surprise at the end
Chapter Summary: Jack and Owen talk.
Disclaimer: Nope, nope, nope. None of my names show up in any place on any official document.
AN: I'm not trying to write a threesome. It would be interesting though. I'll save any match making in the future.
Previous Part
Jack grabbed the wrist with the scalpel and drew it away. Ianto grabbed medical tubing off of a table. Jack held the arm while the tubing was wrapped, cutting down blood flow to the wound. "On my mark, grab the scalpel," Jack ordered. He waited a minute before nodding, twisting Owen's wrist to a sharp yell to slacken his grip for a moment. Ianto plucked the scalpel out and placed it in the sink.
"Stop it, stop trying to save me," Owen yelled. He kicked out and managed to hit Ianto in the arm.
"Owen, listen. It's not that unusually to become pregnant by alien tech. It's no reason to kill yourself," Jack tried to placate.
"It's not that, Jack. Believe me, it's not just that."
"Then, what is it, Owen?" Ianto grabbed a roll of gauze and wrapped the wound a couple of times before wrapping the center with tape. Owen had become more subdued so Ianto wasn't fighting to put it on.
"I'm not - I'm not going to tell you," he mumbled, "Let me go, Harkness."
Jack let go of his arms, but kept an arm around his shoulders. He took off the medical tubing and signaled to Ianto about something. "Owen, I need to ask about what happened three weeks ago."
Flashes came back, along with unwanted feelings. "No no no no no no no," he chanted, his body shaking to get away from Jack.
"Owen, we need to talk about it." He maneuvered him up the stairs and over to the couch in his office.
"I just want to forget about it."
"Forget what?" Owen looked down. "Owen, talk to us. This isn't healthy."
"Pot calling the kettle black, Jack." Ianto came back with coffee and juice, placing the latter in front of Owen.
"I'm not talking about Ianto or me. This is about you. Tell us, what happened to you."
Owen shook his head, taking the juice and sipping it. Ianto looked at Jack. "Should I bring it up?" he mouthed. Jack nodded. The both knew, or could guess, but they needed to invoke a response.
"Two people reported a car linked to Andy's serial killer's case. One person was rendered unconscious. We checked the CCTV. The assailant used an indeterminate weapon to knock out the victim. Neither could be identified by their standards."
They were both surprised by the small voice that came out. "It was a spray." Owen was hugging himself and slightly shivering. Jack pulled a blanket out and wrapped it around him. Ianto motioned to the man-hole. Jack nodded and watched as he climbed down.
He moved in front of Owen to establish eye contact easily. It just made Owen more tense. "Who is he? What did he do?" Owen shook his head and looked down. Jack lifted his chin to look in his eyes. "I can already guess most of what happen. You're not ready to talk about it yet, fine. We'll let it fester until you can't take it anymore."
Owen snorted. "You know how to raise a guy, Jack," he sarcastically mumbled, pulling his head to look down. He wrapped the blanket tighter.
"The problem is, while you let it fester, he's out there. He will hurt and kill more people." He lifted his eyes again. "He may come back. You're a living victim."
Owen took a shuddering breath. Jack figured he was going to go one way ot the other. He couldn't tell which. "His name's Ben, Ben Slate. He's a um..." The blanket drew closer again and he started rocking slightly. "Assistant manager at a small chain of stores. Knows his law, know what..."
Jack noticed him stop. "Owen?"
"He doesn't know science. He was bad at the classes; he couldn't have made the spray."
Either he has a partner or it fell through the Rift. "What did the spray do?"
"Couldn't use my vocal cords. A couple of more sprays knocked me out."
Sounds like Obalesk, a date rape drug from Traken. But Traken was destroyed. "All right, I want you to stay here, get some sleep." Owen just stared up at him. "You are in danger, and on an improvised suicide watch." He pulled out a couple of pillows and placed them at one side. He guided Owen to lay down and started to tuck Owen in.
"I'm not a child, Harkness."
"Then, stop acting like one."
TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW
Two hours of filing paperwork did nothing to alleviate boredom. Of course, it was better than watching over Owen as he tossed several times on the couch. His nightmares have ended with him whimpering and Jack going over to calm him down. More than once, hands have fallen on the place where the bump will occur.
A phone ringing put a stop to any more pondering. "Captain Jack Harkness." He listened for a minute. "You're coming to Cardiff?" Another minute. "Several? Wait a minute, we've got a serial here. Are these connected?" He started listing off some of Andy's cases. "It's not that. What is it?" A nod. "All right, listen, do you know anybody you can trust for a case?" A short laugh. "Sorry, but I think this isn't what you trained for."
TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW
The Hub door wheeled back, bringing Gwen, Tosh and Owen to settle behind Jack, who had been waiting. "Suddenly, in an underground mortuary, on a wet night in Cardiff, I hear the song of a nightingale," Jack announced, "Miss Martha Jones."
