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Used to be Friends (4/?)
Rating: R (swearing, sexual scenes, violence)
Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto, Martha, OMR
Chapter Summary: AU of Reset, part one, Martha comes to visit because of her case. Ben comes back.
AN: Most of the Reset stuff came from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw_transcripts .
"Captain Jack Harkness."
'Jack, it's Martha.'
"Miss Martha Jones, good to hear from you. What's going on?"
'I'm coming to Cardiff.'
"You're coming to Cardiff?"
'I believe you have several deaths deaths attributed to one party.'
"Several? Wait a minute, we've got a serial here. Are these connected? Bryan Matts, Harold Yates, James Plums..."
'Sorry Jack, it's not those.'
"It's not that. What is it?"
'Several people dying from Toxic Shock. There's a major concentration in South Wales.'
"All right, listen, do you know anybody you can trust for a case?"
'Why would you need someone else?'
"Ha, sorry, but I think this isn't what you trained for."
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Martha squeezed tight. "Oh, it's good to see you, Jack."
Laughing, he turns to introduce the rest of the team. "Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Ianto." Ianto actually making an effort to be nice waved hi.
"Uh, just a casual visit or..." Owen started.
"I'm here to complete your postmortem," Martha finished.
Owen looked back at Jack, confused. "Doctor Jones is from UNIT."
"She's not here because..." Owen indicated his lower abdomen, a small bump showing the fetus growing inside.
"Later." They all headed to the autopsy room.
"They were being written off as suicides or accidents," Martha explained, checking the body over. "Look, puncture mark. Hypodermic needle. You'll find his bloodstream was pumped full of ammonium hydroxide."
Owen was a little queasy at the sight of the eye. I'm a doctor. I shouldn't be nauseous. Must be the pregnancy. The queasiness turned worse at the thought of the blood. "Yeah, bloodstream. That was the next thing I was going to do next."
Martha noted his queasiness. Shouldn't he be used to this? "Have you checked his medical records?"
"Uh, no. I was just about to."
"Well, let's give it a go. You never know, Owen; you might learn something."
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Owen was ready to climb on the couch. He couldn't really sleep on the bed after and started calling the couch his bed, until he could get a replacement. He entered the living room to see a shadow standing near the window. "Where have you been the last few day? I've been waiting."
Ben crossed quickly, holding his arms and pushing him against the wall. He pressed his body up fully against his. "Hmm," he hummed. His left hand took both wrists while his right skimmed underneath his shirt. His mouth went to kissing the exposed neck. His hand went over the slight bump. "Didn't know you were getting fat." He took his other hand back to start undoing their pants. Owen dropped his hands down to his belt. His right hand went to the stun gun Jack relutantly allowed him to carry.
Several thoughsand volts were going through Ben before he realized it. Owen ran out as soon as he was down.
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Jack and Martha were reminising about old times, the Doctor and red caps. "You want uniforms, get your own. Now, am I going to get the guided tour?" Martha joked.
"Yes, ma'am, whatever you say ma'am. Huah!" Jack saluted.
"Leave it." Jack laughed as they left the office.
The door alarm grabbed their attention as Ianto stepped through with a bent Owen. "Ianto, what happened?" Jack called, running over to them. Ianto had a strange grip on Owen to keep him from sinking to the ground.
"He was waiting at the apartment. Tried to rape him again. Must have chased him and beat him a couple of times."
"Damn it. Martha, I'm going to need your help," Jack yelled, trying to help Ianto get Owen in the chair down in autopsy. Owen wouldn't let go of Ianto, then after releasing his hold on Ianto, he grabbed Jack. "Ianto, go and check Owen's apartment and car. See if the bastard's still there."
"Yes, sir."
"What exactly do I need to do?"
"We'll go manual exam first. Then, we need to check internally." Owen refused to let go of Jack, which caused Jack to be in Martha's way.
She stood side by side with him instead and tried to lift up his shirt. "No!" he screamed, curling into a ball.
"Jack?" Martha started. Jack settled one hand on her shoulder and another on Owen's. He rubbed lightly while whispering in his ear for a couple of minutes. He nodded after five minutes and uncurled, one of his hands seeking Jack's.
Martha started lifting up his shirt again. A myriad of colors greeted her eyes as she checked his chest. "I don't think anything's broken. Ribs may be bruised."
"All right, we're going to need the ultrasound machine for the next part."
Martha looked confused. "Why do you have an ultrasound machine?"
"Abnormal pregnancies and a few women and men have gotten pregnant." Martha nodded and grabbed the gel off a nearby table. Jack held out his hand for a dollop and showed Owen where his hands were going. He rubbed the gel over the slight bump. Martha took the wand and moved it over. They all watched the screen as an eight to nine week old fetus showed up.
"Jack, is this why you needed someone else?"
Characters: Jack, Owen, Ianto, Martha, OMR
Chapter Summary: AU of Reset, part one, Martha comes to visit because of her case. Ben comes back.
AN: Most of the Reset stuff came from
tw_transcripts . "Captain Jack Harkness."
'Jack, it's Martha.'
"Miss Martha Jones, good to hear from you. What's going on?"
'I'm coming to Cardiff.'
"You're coming to Cardiff?"
'I believe you have several deaths deaths attributed to one party.'
"Several? Wait a minute, we've got a serial here. Are these connected? Bryan Matts, Harold Yates, James Plums..."
'Sorry Jack, it's not those.'
"It's not that. What is it?"
'Several people dying from Toxic Shock. There's a major concentration in South Wales.'
"All right, listen, do you know anybody you can trust for a case?"
'Why would you need someone else?'
"Ha, sorry, but I think this isn't what you trained for."
TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW
Martha squeezed tight. "Oh, it's good to see you, Jack."
Laughing, he turns to introduce the rest of the team. "Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Ianto." Ianto actually making an effort to be nice waved hi.
"Uh, just a casual visit or..." Owen started.
"I'm here to complete your postmortem," Martha finished.
Owen looked back at Jack, confused. "Doctor Jones is from UNIT."
"She's not here because..." Owen indicated his lower abdomen, a small bump showing the fetus growing inside.
"Later." They all headed to the autopsy room.
"They were being written off as suicides or accidents," Martha explained, checking the body over. "Look, puncture mark. Hypodermic needle. You'll find his bloodstream was pumped full of ammonium hydroxide."
Owen was a little queasy at the sight of the eye. I'm a doctor. I shouldn't be nauseous. Must be the pregnancy. The queasiness turned worse at the thought of the blood. "Yeah, bloodstream. That was the next thing I was going to do next."
Martha noted his queasiness. Shouldn't he be used to this? "Have you checked his medical records?"
"Uh, no. I was just about to."
"Well, let's give it a go. You never know, Owen; you might learn something."
TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW
Owen was ready to climb on the couch. He couldn't really sleep on the bed after and started calling the couch his bed, until he could get a replacement. He entered the living room to see a shadow standing near the window. "Where have you been the last few day? I've been waiting."
Ben crossed quickly, holding his arms and pushing him against the wall. He pressed his body up fully against his. "Hmm," he hummed. His left hand took both wrists while his right skimmed underneath his shirt. His mouth went to kissing the exposed neck. His hand went over the slight bump. "Didn't know you were getting fat." He took his other hand back to start undoing their pants. Owen dropped his hands down to his belt. His right hand went to the stun gun Jack relutantly allowed him to carry.
Several thoughsand volts were going through Ben before he realized it. Owen ran out as soon as he was down.
TWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTWTW
Jack and Martha were reminising about old times, the Doctor and red caps. "You want uniforms, get your own. Now, am I going to get the guided tour?" Martha joked.
"Yes, ma'am, whatever you say ma'am. Huah!" Jack saluted.
"Leave it." Jack laughed as they left the office.
The door alarm grabbed their attention as Ianto stepped through with a bent Owen. "Ianto, what happened?" Jack called, running over to them. Ianto had a strange grip on Owen to keep him from sinking to the ground.
"He was waiting at the apartment. Tried to rape him again. Must have chased him and beat him a couple of times."
"Damn it. Martha, I'm going to need your help," Jack yelled, trying to help Ianto get Owen in the chair down in autopsy. Owen wouldn't let go of Ianto, then after releasing his hold on Ianto, he grabbed Jack. "Ianto, go and check Owen's apartment and car. See if the bastard's still there."
"Yes, sir."
"What exactly do I need to do?"
"We'll go manual exam first. Then, we need to check internally." Owen refused to let go of Jack, which caused Jack to be in Martha's way.
She stood side by side with him instead and tried to lift up his shirt. "No!" he screamed, curling into a ball.
"Jack?" Martha started. Jack settled one hand on her shoulder and another on Owen's. He rubbed lightly while whispering in his ear for a couple of minutes. He nodded after five minutes and uncurled, one of his hands seeking Jack's.
Martha started lifting up his shirt again. A myriad of colors greeted her eyes as she checked his chest. "I don't think anything's broken. Ribs may be bruised."
"All right, we're going to need the ultrasound machine for the next part."
Martha looked confused. "Why do you have an ultrasound machine?"
"Abnormal pregnancies and a few women and men have gotten pregnant." Martha nodded and grabbed the gel off a nearby table. Jack held out his hand for a dollop and showed Owen where his hands were going. He rubbed the gel over the slight bump. Martha took the wand and moved it over. They all watched the screen as an eight to nine week old fetus showed up.
"Jack, is this why you needed someone else?"