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Rec: Something Unpredictable by chosenword
Title: Something Unpredictable
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chosenword
Genre: Romance, MPREG
Rating: PG13 (For Now)
Summary: Jack finds himself with a 51st century predicament in a 21st century world.
Status: Work In Progress
Length: Multichapter
Warnings: MPREG, Jack/Other mentioned xD
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Because you all must know by now I'm a total MPREG whore, especially when it's Jack who's pregnant. :3 Plus, there's an interest twist in this fic. :D
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Author:
chosenwordGenre: Romance, MPREG
Rating: PG13 (For Now)
Summary: Jack finds himself with a 51st century predicament in a 21st century world.
Status: Work In Progress
Length: Multichapter
Warnings: MPREG, Jack/Other mentioned xD
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Because you all must know by now I'm a total MPREG whore, especially when it's Jack who's pregnant. :3 Plus, there's an interest twist in this fic. :D
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Jack smelt pizza crust above all else. The smell was absolutely dominating his senses, combined with the thick and gooey combination of cheese, pepperoni, and beef. It was also known as Meat Feast, an order that – once just a rather punny joke – was now a Hub staple.
Any other time and he would be wolfing it down. But now, he could barely look at the stuff let alone put it in his mouth. At least, not without crashing toward the toilets in a not-so-graceful manner.
Gwen had already come down with the flu once this season, and although Jack knew he had more than enough immunity to bypass easily contagious viruses, it was a believable story and he was sticking to it. But then, Jack was no imbecile; there was no need to piss on a stick or get probed by Owen to know what his body was set out to do – what it had done centuries in the future, a time when expectant fathers didn’t make the headline news.
But even then (in his younger days, that is, before the Doctor, before Torchwood), he had been an experiment, a systematic trial-and-error guinea pig through an agency called LifeSmart Corporations, “Paving Mankind for a Better Future.”
Jack was a willing participant since day one. He read the provisions and fine print until he had it memorized like the back of his hand, but less for himself and more for the man he was most attached to at the time, a man not so different from Ianto, actually. He could still remember his name, Kavin, a boy about twenty-six. Kavin was different than other men Jack had wooed. He actually cared about him; one of the few, in retrospect. More than a shag partner, he was a friend, too, and the one who made Jack - the man he once was, the one with a different name - sit down, read, and re-read every pamphlet until his eyes blurred.
Any other time and he would be wolfing it down. But now, he could barely look at the stuff let alone put it in his mouth. At least, not without crashing toward the toilets in a not-so-graceful manner.
Gwen had already come down with the flu once this season, and although Jack knew he had more than enough immunity to bypass easily contagious viruses, it was a believable story and he was sticking to it. But then, Jack was no imbecile; there was no need to piss on a stick or get probed by Owen to know what his body was set out to do – what it had done centuries in the future, a time when expectant fathers didn’t make the headline news.
But even then (in his younger days, that is, before the Doctor, before Torchwood), he had been an experiment, a systematic trial-and-error guinea pig through an agency called LifeSmart Corporations, “Paving Mankind for a Better Future.”
Jack was a willing participant since day one. He read the provisions and fine print until he had it memorized like the back of his hand, but less for himself and more for the man he was most attached to at the time, a man not so different from Ianto, actually. He could still remember his name, Kavin, a boy about twenty-six. Kavin was different than other men Jack had wooed. He actually cared about him; one of the few, in retrospect. More than a shag partner, he was a friend, too, and the one who made Jack - the man he once was, the one with a different name - sit down, read, and re-read every pamphlet until his eyes blurred.
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