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Title: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Cardiff
Author:
ninefics
Genre: General/Slight Angst/Mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack has some interesting news to share.
Status: Complete
Length: 2 Chapters, 2871 words
Warnings: MPREG
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Mpreg fic, but this one is sad. :O I'm a sucker for happy endings, but this one is so realistic, I think, on what they did after the whole pregnancy thing. :(
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Author:
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Genre: General/Slight Angst/Mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack has some interesting news to share.
Status: Complete
Length: 2 Chapters, 2871 words
Warnings: MPREG
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Mpreg fic, but this one is sad. :O I'm a sucker for happy endings, but this one is so realistic, I think, on what they did after the whole pregnancy thing. :(
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"Are you certain?" Owen asked for possibly the seventeenth time.
"Yes," Jack repeated. Behind him, Ianto heaved a great sigh, turned on his heel, and left to do something... anything... else.
"But it's just not possible," Gwen said.
Tosh shook her head slowly. "Look around us. Is any of this possible? Jack and I ended up in Cardiff during World War Two. He was dead for three days. We deal with alien technology all the time. I don't know why anything shocks us any longer."
"But are you certain?"
Jack leaned back in his chair and put one hand over his eyes. "Yes, Owen, I am absolutely certain."
"But you haven't got ovaries! Or a womb. Or the right sort of hormones to support a fetus. Are you sure it's not cancer? An alien implant? A bomb in your ribcage?"
"Yes," Jack repeated. Behind him, Ianto heaved a great sigh, turned on his heel, and left to do something... anything... else.
"But it's just not possible," Gwen said.
Tosh shook her head slowly. "Look around us. Is any of this possible? Jack and I ended up in Cardiff during World War Two. He was dead for three days. We deal with alien technology all the time. I don't know why anything shocks us any longer."
"But are you certain?"
Jack leaned back in his chair and put one hand over his eyes. "Yes, Owen, I am absolutely certain."
"But you haven't got ovaries! Or a womb. Or the right sort of hormones to support a fetus. Are you sure it's not cancer? An alien implant? A bomb in your ribcage?"