| Date: 11 January 2008
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness Location: hotel dining room Link to IJ: thread #30630 |
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 He'd spent the time Ianto was gone debating, seriously, trying the amnesia drug he was working on out on Ianto. Probably not worth the risk, he decided, until or unless he was prepared to avoid Ianto - and the enitre situation starting over again."Thanks." He picked up a cracker and bit it neatly, and chewed. "So, what's a mother hen like you doing involved with a guy like me?" |
 "A guy like you needs someone like me." |
| "And what are you getting out of it?" he asked, voice muffled while he ate the other half of the cracker. |
| "You're underestimating the appeal of being needed." |
| "The hell I am," he drawled. "What's with the red meat?" |
| "Builds up your b-12 and other essential vitamins." He said almost absently. |
| "Why do you know that?" He was actually wondering if he'd found a doctor, and was not unaware of the disavantages of being male and pregnant in the early 20th century. |
| "I have an older sister." |
| "So?" he arched his eyebrow and shook his head. |
| "Who had a baby." |
| He finally got it. "Ah, I see." He ate another cracker. |
| A very human looking server came out, and served them up two plates of shepard's pie, ignoring Ianto's glare like, well, a machine. "How far along?" Ianto asked once the android had left. |
| Jack watched the waiter with a lot of interest, and a gleam in his eyes that was nothing short of 'plotting'. He picked up his fork, dropped his napkin in his lap and moved the crackers out of his way. "How would I know?" |
| "Pardon, let me ask this a different way. When was the most recent time you had sex with an alien likely to impregnate you." |
| "Let me ask you this: If it was an alien that knocked me up, how the fuck am I supposed to know what the gestation period would be, and how is how far along I am helpful?" Not that he was sure it was an alien. Which was the really weird part. |
| "I had this crazy idea you'd know species before you had sex with them." |
| "Knowing species and general idea of reproductive habits is one thing. Knowing the specifics of gestation's something else. Besides, it's been. A while." |
| "...Are you sure you're pregnant?" |
| "I'm either pregnant or suffering from the worst indigestion in the world." He took a bite, finally and chewed and swallowed very carefully. It wasn't paranoia that time, though, it was more like 'I hope I don't puke on the table'. |
| "Have you been pregnant before? Because I'd guess indigestion." |
| "No. Give me your hand." He put his fork down again. |
| Ianto gave Jack his hand without hesitation. |
| He shifted his chair around, took the hand (firm enough to be in control of it) and flattened it against his stomach. Well, torso. Lower down, slightly to the side and just under his ribs. There was a moment, of nothing. He didn't FEEL particularly pregnant, he certainly wasn't flat. Then there was a distinct, undeniably firm, slide against Ianto's palm, followed by a solid 'thump'. Jack lifted his eyebrows, put Ianto's hand back in Ianto's space and moved his chair back to his side of the table. |
| Ianto looked, for a brief moment, green. Then he looked interested, leaning over to touch again before drawing himself back, folding his hands on his lap, "How long has that been happening?" |
| Jack was preparing to smack Ianto's hand if he didn't stop himself from touching. "That's about how I feel about it, too," he said, dryly, in response to Ianto turning green. "That obviously - a couple of weeks, give or take a few days. Eat your dinner." |
| Ianto started eating, automatically following the order, "But you don't know where it came from?" |
| "Now you're just being difficult." |
| "That's because I don't have an answer, and I hate admitting that I don't know. No, I don't know. For a whole lot of complicated reasons that start with gestation periods and end with half-breeds and questions about just what the hell I am, now. " |
| "Eat your pie and I'll find you the Doctor." |
| "If you think I'm telling him I'm knocked up, you're not as smart as you look." |
| "Why aren't you?" |
| "Because it's humiliating." Then he heard himself. "Fuck it. Go find the Doctor." |
| Ianto reached out to squeeze Jack's shoulder, then pulled his hand back again, "I'll be back soon." |
| Jack nodded, half waved to him and went back to eating. He'd finish his food, but he was so not waiting around for anyone to come back to him. No more than he always was, anyway. |