Disclaimers: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters. I am making no money from this. It is purely for entertainment
Notes: Ianto has a secret. Set during series one, after Cyberwoman.
Warnings: MPREG!! I am a HUGE fan of Mpreg. There are also hints of past child abuse.
Ianto was sitting on a packing crate in the lower levels of the Hub. He was cold and tired and really wished there was something
a little more comfortable to sit on. He also missed the warmth of Jack's coat, especially seeing as he was only wearing a pair of
sleep pants and an overburdened white tee that wouldn't cover all of his stretched belly anymore.
Idly, he grazed his fingers over the slice of exposed skin and marveled over the fact that there was a tiny life growing inside of
him. When he'd thought of having a family, this wasn't quite what he'd expected. Most of his dreams had included Lisa, the
two of them married and living an idyllic life.
His stomach growled and he wished that he had thought to take one of the containers his neighbor had brought over. He hadn't
eaten much, knowing that with the likelihood of Jack showing up he'd probably be sick. He had been. Now, he really wanted to
have some of the Barszcz.
Vaguely, he wondered if it was difficult to make. Perhaps he could convince Mrs. Koladka to give him a few lessons. It made
an interesting change from the usual fare he consumed. Usually something from a chip shop or a greasy spoon. He might have
enough takeaway menus to wallpaper his flat. At the very least his bathroom.
He looked up at the sound of footfalls approaching and the relief he felt upon seeing Jack almost shocked him. The older man
fixed him with a concerned look. Then he smiled and clapped his hands together.
"Okay. Everyone has left, but let's get this done as quickly as possible. You never know when Tosh will think up something to
tinker with or Owen will forget something here that he realizes he needs." He helped Ianto to his feet, pausing when Ianto's
stomach growled loudly enough to be heard by both men.
Ianto felt his face warming with embarrassment. He should have eaten before they left.
"Once we get this over with, I'll get you something to eat."
Ianto spared him a weak smile. "Don't trouble yourself, Sir. Just get me home and I'll heat up some of the food Mrs. Koladka
Jack nodded and guided him towards the more frequently used part of the Hub. "I really wish you'd let Owen look at you. Yes,
he's a pain, but he's a fully qualified doctor. The best I can do is scan you and take some blood samples."
"There is NO way I'm giving him that sort of ammunition against me." Ianto shook his head resolutely.
Jack paused in the dimly lit tunnel and gave Ianto a look. They weren't far from the main area. "Is that the only reason you
don't want Owen looking at you? You're worried he'll tease you about something that is beyond your control?"
Ianto shrugged a little. When put like that, though, Ianto did feel just a little bit foolish. Not enough to reconsider his position.
"He does have a history of doing that."
They started walking again. Jack didn't make any arguments over Ianto's statement. When they reached the Autopsy Bay, Jack
left his side to start looking around. Ianto climbed up onto the examination table and watched Jack search.
"What are you looking for?"
"The Bekaran deep-tissue scanner. I know Owen put it somewhere around here." He shoved things around on various surfaces
and let out a groan of frustration when he couldn't find what he wanted.
Ianto looked around calmly, then pointed to a cart. "There, a little to your right." He tilted his head. "That's it, isn't it?" He
looked around again and sighed, disturbed by the state of the Hub. "I'm gone for a month and this place becomes a dump."
"Yeah! This is it!" Jack grinned at him as he walked back over to Ianto's side. He fiddled with the controls, a look of
concentration on his face.
Ianto sat there quietly, though not patiently, as Jack slowly moved the scanner back and forth over his stomach. Ianto was
uncomfortable with the scrutiny. He fidgeted nervously, only stopping himself from leaping off of the table and running for the
cogwheel door by clenching his fingers tightly around the edge of the table. This hadn't been a good idea. He shouldn't have let
Jack talk him into this.
"You should calm down," Jack said suddenly, his voice soft.
"Calm down?" he asked, incredulously. "You expect me to calm down? How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
He shoved Jack's hands away and lept from the table. His hand immediately went to his stomach and he staggered forward a
step. The swell of his stomach wasn't huge yet, but it was still noticeable.
Jack's hand clamped around his upper arm, steadying him when it looked like he'd topple over. "Ianto?"
"I can't do this," he whispered, shaking his head. "I need to go. This was a mistake."
He took only one step before his heart fell into the vicinity of his shoes. The lights flashed, the alarms blared and the cogwheel
door rolled open.
Owen Harper strolled in. "Forgot my phone," he announced loudly. If he'd meant to say anything else, it was utterly forgotten
when he reached the stairs to the autopsy bay. His gaze fixed on Ianto. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, eyes widening.
There was nowhere to hide. Owen was blocking his exit and Jack's hand was still firmly clamped around his arm. His heart
was racing. Suddenly, all he could hear was the pounding of it. It felt like it was trying to bounce right through his chest. This
had definitely been a mistake.
Everything slipped away. The sound of his thundering heart faded. The room around him swam in and out of focus, before
finally drifting into utter darkness. He vaguely heard Jack exclaim in surprise as the ground disappeared from beneath his feet.
"Ianto!" Jack shouted, catching the Welshman before he hit the floor.
There was no response.
"Jesus, Jack!" Owen said as he rushed down the stairs. He helped get Ianto laid out on the table, then practically shoved Jack
out of his way.
Jack could only watch as Owen checked the young man over. He hoped it wasn't anything serious. If something was wrong, it
was completely his fault. He should have paid better attention to his employees. Instead, one turned out to be a serial killer and
another had hidden a Cyberwoman in the lower levels while also concealing an alien tech involved pregnancy.
There were too many secrets in his Hub. He had to fix that. Starting with Ianto.
"What did you do, Jack?" Owen demanded. He flicked on a penlight and shone it into Ianto's eyes, humming thoughtfully as he
did so. He then picked up a scanner and ran it back and forth over Ianto, eyes narrowed at the results.
Jack held up his hands in mock surrender. "I had nothing to do with this," he answered, then dropped his hands. "He okay?"
"His blood pressure is low. Looks dehydrated. He's just fainted." He was staring unabashedly at Ianto's stomach as he
continued to speak. "It could be stress related or due to the low blood pressure."
Tearing his eyes away from the swell, he began to lightly tap the young man's cheek. "Oi, come on. Wake up, Tea Boy."
Ianto's blue eyes dazedly flickered open. He shifted away from Owen's hand. He was confused and disoriented, unaware of his
surroundings. When he realized where he was, he abruptly sat up.
Jack caught his shoulders to keep him from bolting and pressed him back down to the table. "Keep still. You don't want to pass
out again, do you?"
Ianto stared up at him, eyes wide and fearful. "I want to go home," he said with a shaking voice. His eyes drifted to Owen,
then away again, locking with Jack's eyes.
The fear Jack saw, shook him. "Ianto, calm down." He looked over at Owen beseechingly.
Owen rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tea Boy. It's not like I've never seen a pregnant person before. Not even my first pregnant
man. There was that slimy tentacled bug thing about two years ago. Laid its eggs in anyone really."
Jack felt faintly queasy at the reminder. He wasn't a great fan of that memory. Fifteen wriggling little beasts inside of his
stomach, of course it wasn't a pleasant memory. Owen had enjoyed that week far too much.
Owen saw his face and smiled smugly, the bastard. Instead of commenting though, he wrapped his fingers around one of
Ianto's wrists and took his pulse. "So, how did this happen?"
Ianto hiccuped a little, a single tear working it's way down his cheek, that he dashed away quickly with a rough swipe of his
hand. He was on the way to a full-blown panic attack. He looked up at Owen, eying him with distrust and an obvious surprise.
He thought Owen would laugh over this. Jack remembered that was one of his fears, one of the reasons he had not wanted to
come here in the first place.
Owen smirked at his distressed co-worker. "Don't get too comfy. I'm an insufferable bastard, but I'm a doctor first. Most of
the time." He shrugged. "So, the sooner you answer my questions, the sooner you get a lollipop."
Jack chuckled, but Ianto was far from mollified.
"I just want to go home," Ianto said.
Owen expelled a breath. "Right, then. Jack, you start out with our caffeine supplier here. I'll pack some equipment up and
meet you there." He proceeded to do just that, grabbing his kit and then various implements from the trays nearby.
Ianto gaped at Owen. "I didn't say I wanted you along."
"Listen," Owen started, giving the Welshman a look that brooked no argument. "Either in the Hub, or in your flat, you are going
to get looked over by me. After that, I am going to monitor this as best as I can. You don't get a choice in that. Unless, that is,
you want some strange doctor examining you?"
When Ianto looked at him for help, Jack held his hands up. "In medical matters, Owen outranks me. Sorry. I was going to try
and help you myself, so long as Owen didn't find out. Well, unless you needed more care than I could give." He motioned to
the doctor. "And I certainly didn't call him in. This was just a freak happenstance. But it's for the best. He can help you."
Ianto was shaking. He wrapped his arms around himself, looking at neither man. "F-Fine. Just get it over with."
"Right, then." Owen grinned and clapped him on his shoulder. "Jack, I'm sure you can find something else to do. I don't
know, maybe there's a roof somewhere waiting for you."
"And you," he said to Ianto. "Get your kit off."
Ianto spluttered. "What?"
Owen was already looking over his equipment, getting what he needed onto a tray table. "I need to do a full physical to find out
what's changed in your body, other than the obvious. You can keep your pants on for now, but get the rest off." He spun
suddenly. "Wait, how did you hide this from me? You got a physical when you joined. Your blood sample was clean too."
Ianto was finding his shoes to be the most important thing in the room. He fiddled with his shirt, ineffectually trying to tug it
over the bump in his stomach. "I," he trailed off, biting his lip.
"Ianto?" Jack asked, laying a hand on the other man's shoulder. He was worried. What other secrets was Ianto keeping? "You
are five months pregnant. You were pregnant when you joined. How did you fool the medical tests?"
The Welshman sat up slowly. He ran a hand down his stomach, cupping the swell with his long fingers. "Well, when I started,
I asked Owen if he couldn't do the exam after hours."
"Yeah," Owen nodded, screwing up his face. "You did. Thought it was odd, but I was busy with that eight-legged Zeronian, up
to my elbows in yellow blood and grey innards." He shrugged.
Ianto bit his lip, keeping his gaze away from the two men. "Uh, just how much of the exam do you remember?"
Owen scratched his head. "Tosh had left for the night and Jack and Suzie went out on that Rift alert in Penarth. You came
down with coffee." Owen narrowed his eyes. "You retconned me!"
Ianto's head dropped lower. "Sorry," he whispered.
Jack felt his shoulders slump. "And then you fiddled with the results to hide your condition."
Jack came around the table to stand in front of Ianto. He cupped his face, not missing the jerking flinch the young man gave as
Jack's fingers brushed his skin. Fear flickered in those beautiful blue eyes. "No more secrets, Ianto. Are you hiding anything
Ianto shook his head, as much as he could with his face held by Jack's palms. "No, sir. I just ... I didn't know."
"You didn't trust us," Jack supplied.
"I'm sorry." He choked on a sob. Pushing Jack's hands away, he wiped at his eyes, valiantly fighting the tears that obviously
wanted to fall. He succeeded and sucked in a breath. "Can we get this over with now?"
Jack watched him warily, concerned. "Yeah. I'll just go finish up some paperwork." He gestured toward his office, then left
the two men alone, hoping for a clean bill of health for the Welshman.
To Be Continued ...