Torchwood Files: Season Two
Chapter 90: Something Borrowed, Part 3
A/N: First of all, thank you for reading! I've been immersed in some other stories lately, and this one has been left behind a little. Also, it's been harder to write, and I couldn't figure out why. Knew it was rubbish, though, especially the last two chapters.
Thanks to Vivirona for pointing out what was wrong: too many new characters and not enough Torchwood/Janto/good angsty conversations. So here goes my attempt at bringing us back to where we should have been.
Please don't hesitate to be honest in your reviews. If you don't like the chapter, or think it's not good enough, or think I should delete a few chapters and start over a while back, let me know.
Thank you. And now, Chapter 90:
Jack sat at the head of the conference room table watching his expanded team eating lunch and chatting. So far, the new people were doing fine, and with Ianto's help, the training process was going much smoother than when he'd hired Gwen. Ianto had recreated some of the training manuals from Torchwood One and adapted them for Jack's Torchwood, including removing the Doctor as an enemy and making the whole organization less xenophobic when it came to aliens. That two of the new recruits were in a relationship with an alien didn't hurt, either.
"You know what we need?" he asked Ianto quietly. "A new crisis to finish bonding with everyone."
Ianto groaned. "Jack! Now you've jinxed us!"
Almost immediately a display started beeping. Ben turned around and typed a few commands into a keyboard. The screen filled with information.
"Looks like we have something at the hospital," he reported. "A woman came in this morning, nine months pregnant, claiming she wasn't pregnant last night. Her fiance corroborates. Problem is, she's screaming about 'Bloody Torchwood' and 'that fucker, Jack Harkness.' Seems to be threatening you, too, Jack. Claims you're responsible." He paused theatrically. "And today's supposed to be their wedding day."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "That's impossible! I haven't been with anyone but Ianto in a very long time. Much longer than nine months!"
Owen got up to look over Ben's shoulder. He started cackling. "Jack, you're going to love this! The patient's name is Gwen Cooper!"
"Our Gwen?" Ianto demanded, as Tosh pressed a few buttons on her PDA, sending the computer image to be projected onto the far wall.
"Our Gwen," Tosh confirmed as they looked at the video feed of a raving Gwen, clearly pregnant, shouting at the CCTV camera. She made a rude gesture.
"Oh, God," Ianto muttered, shaking his head. "Do we really have to deal with this? I spent days getting them set up in their new life!"
"Retcon must have worn off," Owen continued. "Jack, have there been other incidents of it wearing off like this? She's broken it before."
"I wanted to see if she could break it the first time," Jack answered. "I didn't give her a full dose. But something like this? No, I've never heard of it."
"Do we know if Rhys remembers, too?" Tosh asked. "Because if he does, it could be that the particular batch we used wasn't good, or something."
"No, it's not that," Owen said. "I checked it myself before administering it."
"Well, who wants to take this?" Jack asked jovially. He was met by silence and stony stairs from his original team, confusion from the others. "Fine, fine, I'll go. But I reserve the right to sedate her if I have to. Ben, Matt, you're with me. Anyone else want to come?"
"No!" Owen and Tosh said at the same moment. They turned towards each other and smiled.
"I won't come with you, but I'll give you coffee for the road," Ianto said, rising from his chair.
"Ianto, I want you to come, too," Jack countered. "You always got on well with Rhys."
Ianto rolled his eyes. "Fine."
"OK, while we're gone, Owen, I want you to set everything up in here for Gwen coming back. We might need to contain her, and while the cells aren't regularly used for pregnant women, we'll have to make an exception, if she's still raving. Tosh —"
"I'll gather a summary of what they've been up to the last few months and how they ended up back in Cardiff, search the internet for anything relevant, hack into the NHS for her medical files and pull up her personal data from when she was here."
"Great. Mark, I want you to search the database and archives for alien pregnancies, alien impregnations, immaculate conceptions, anything that might explain why someone would suddenly be nine months pregnant. Sharon, if you can stay around, you might be needed to calm her down. Andy —"
"Forget I work here?" he offered helpfully.
"Nope, sorry. Commandeer a squad car and uniform, then meet us at the hospital. You're pretending you're still a cop. Don't want her getting jealous and vindictive. Besides, seeing you in uniform might calm her down." He looked around at his remaining people. "Everyone got it? Good."
While en route to the hospital, Ianto outlined their history with Gwen to Ben and Matt. Andy, listening in on the comms, whistled.
"I knew there was a big blow-out, but, wow! It's like she went off her rocker," he exclaimed.
"She did," Ianto said. "Rather spectacularly. It took days to sort out."
"And to think I used to fancy her," Andy added.
"I've got a few leads on alien pregnancies," Mark said, joining the conversation.
"That was quick!" Jack said, a smile on his face for Ianto's assistant. "Tell us."
"There are three different species we've encountered that can impregnate humans that quickly. Two require implantation of the zygote into the uterus, and the last only has to bite someone."
"And Gwen's got a bite on her arm," Owen interjected. They heard him typing. "Nasty looking bite, if you ask me. More teeth than a human, and the bite pattern doesn't match any Earth animal on file."
"So if it's an alien we know, it'll be the Nostrovites," Mark said.
"Ianto?" Jack asked. "What's the relevant data?"
"Bipedal shape-shifters," Ianto reported from memory. "They have black blood, and are generally nasty. It's the male who impregnates the host and the female then comes by to acquire the offspring when it's finished gestating. Problem is, they kill the host to do it."
"So, basically, anyone in the hospital could be the Nostrovites," Matt summarized for them. He checked his guns and spare ammunition. "Can they be shot?"
"We think so," Mark answered.
"Probably," Ianto added. "But we have one of the big guns in the boot if what you have isn't enough."
"Tosh, any luck?" Jack asked.
"They've spent the last few months getting their feet under them after the 'car accident and coma' that lost them two years," she reported. "They're just in Cardiff for the stag and hen dos."
"Brilliant," Ianto said. "So they'll be hung over, too."
"Tosh, hack into the hospital CCTV and run a facial recognition on everyone there. If the same person is there twice, one of them will be the Nostrovite. Also, check staff schedules against who's logged in for the day. If someone's there but hasn't logged in, they could be our target, also."
"I've already got the scans started, but it'll take a while."
"Keep us informed."
"Jack, have Ben do a quick exam at the hospital, then bring them back to the Hub," Owen said. "I'm looking at the file Mark pulled, and we'll need the full med bay to clear this one up. And I think sedation would be a good thing. She's been getting more and more upset, and the hospital staff don't know what to do with her."
"Copy that," Jack replied. The SUV pulled up in front of the hospital entrance and Jack parked with his usual abandon. "All right, people, let's get the show on the road!"