Living The Dream 131/?

[missthingsplace]

Title: Living The Dream
Author: missthingsplace
Parings/characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Tom/Martha, Owen/Sarah, Tosh/Andy, Myfanwy. OC's: Eirween/Roberta, Thomas/Mary, Lizzy
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Orphaned at the age of seventeen Jack is sent to live with his uncle and cousins he barely remembers until he's eligible for his inheritence when he reaches twenty one, unbeknown to him his uncle has plans to get his own hands on the money. A story of love that spans over fifty years.
Spoilers: Probably not, but you never know ...
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Romance, Character Death, fluff
Rating: NC17 for the series.
Word count to date: 176,730

A/N: This series is very AU and i haven't written anything like it before! For the purposes of this story Jack is seventeen and mortal. I have absolutely no idea where this came from but i hope you like and enjoy. Written for wrianojune

Still clutching Gracie in his arms Jack ran back downstairs where everyone in the room was obviously wondering what was happening, not having seen Mary when they arrived, some of them looking scared when Mary's scream rang out again once more.

“We need, towels, sheets anything.” Jack told the owner frantically. “My daughter-in-law has gone into labour unexpectedly, my daughter is a doctor so she is in good hands but there isn't time to move her to a hospital.”

“She can't have a baby ... here!” The man exclaimed, looking horrified at the thought.

“Well, the baby is on it's way and I'm afraid it's happening.” Jack retorted, spotting Ianto running back in the Eirween's medical bag. “Now, towels? Sheets? Before your sofa is ruined completely?”

“Fine.” The man replied with a look of disdain, turning on his heel me strode off across the room towards his office and emerged a few minutes later with what looked like dust sheets. “This is all I have.”

Balancing Gracie on his hip with one arm he took the offered sheets and told the man to call and ambulance, walking away before the man could answer but he didn't miss the indignant huff from behind him as he did so.

Walking halfway up the stairs Jack stopped and turned to face the people still wondering what the hell was going on and began to address them.

“Ladies and Gentleman, there is nothing for you to worry about. My daughter-in-law has gone into labour with her second child and with the help of her sister-in-law who is a doctor she will be fine.” Jack told them. “Please don't concern yourselves and enjoy the exhibition.”

Jack then headed back up the rest of the stairs hearing a low mumbling from below, ignoring it he headed straight for the sofa where the others were gathered and handed the sheets to Eirween.

“This baby is coming fast.” Eirween told him. “Mary is already almost fully dilated and the contractions are barely two minutes apart.”

“I've asked the ... man to call an ambulance.” Jack told her.

Eirween nodded. “Mary and the baby will need to go to the hospital once the baby is born.”

“I need to push!” Mary shouted at them.

“Okay, Gracie doesn't need to see her mother like this.” Eirween told them. “I need you to take her back downstairs.”

“I'll take her.” Ianto offered, holding his arms out to the toddler who looked both scared and bemused at the commotion and her mothers screams. “You stay here and help.”

Jack handed Gracie over to his lover, thanking him and then turning his attention back to Mary and Eirween.

“What can I do to help?” Jack asked.

“Hold her hand, reassure her.” Eirween replied. “You probably don't want to be down this end.”

Agreeing wholeheartedly Jack moved to kneel down beside Mary by her head and took her hand in his, biting back as scream when she squeezed it hard with the next contraction.

“Mary, the baby is crowning, when you get the next contraction I need you to pant, okay?” Eirween told the other woman.

Mary nodded, her face red from exhaustion and doing as she was instructed when the following contraction hit.

“The heads out Mary, one more big push and the baby will be born.” Eirween urged.

Screwing up her face tightly Mary let out a long howl and pushed harder than she had before, letting out a cry of relief when she felt the baby slide from her body and collapsed back onto the sofa.

“What is it?” Mary asked breathlessly, knowing without asking that Eirween was clamping and cutting the cord.

“It's a boy.” Jack told her with a grin, wrapping the baby in a sheet as Eirween passed the newborn to him. “And he seems perfectly healthy.”

“He's beautiful.” Mary grinned, taking him from Jack and holding her new baby to her chest.

“I just need to deliver the placenta.” Eirween told them. “Almost done.”

“Do you have a name for him?” Jack asked, marvelling at the little baby in his mothers arms.

“Dafydd.” Mary smiled. “Oh god, Thomas, he doesn't know!”

“Don't worry, I'll sweet talk that pompous man into letting me use his phone and call his work.” Jack replied, hearing the sirens of the ambulance finally arriving outside. “I'll be back in a minute.”

Leaving Eirween cleaning up Mary as best she could Jack met the ambulance men at the top of the steps and explained briefly what had happened and then called for everyone's attention.

“It's a little boy, mother and baby are both doing fine.” Jack told them, smiling when there was a round of applause from the room below and waited for Ianto to come back up the stairs with Gracie who was dozing now in his arms.

“Is she really okay?” Ianto asked, watching with Jack as the ambulance men transferred Mary onto the stretcher with the baby in her arms.

The ambulance men told Eirween which hospital they were taking her to and Eirween, after reassuring Mary that they would follow on the minute they could get away from the exhibition let them take them from the room.

Eirween bundled up the soiled sheets and packed away her medical equipment and headed over to where Jack and Ianto were stood near the top of the stairs with Gracie.

“If you want a minute I can make sure you're not disturbed.” Eirween told them, reaching out for Gracie.

“That would be good.” Jack told her.

Ianto handed Gracie over to Eirween and walked with Jack to the far side of the room so they were out of view.

“You look a little shell shocked.” Ianto observed. “Are you okay?”

“Seeing a baby born is both traumatic and amazing.” Jack told him. “All that awful pain and then when the baby is here it just seems like a miracle.”

“We're grandfathers again.” Ianto replied. “When Gracie was born it made me feel old but do you know what? I think they will keep us young.”

“I'll never think of you as old.” Jack told his lover with a smile, lifting his hand and brushing his fingers through Ianto's silver speckled hair. “To me you will always be beautiful.”

“You sweet talker.” Ianto chuckled softly, looking deeply into Jack's eyes and not seeing the laughter lines beginning to etch into his face before kissing him softly on the lips. “We should go back down before we're missed.”

“I promised Mary I'd call Thomas and let him know she's given birth.” Jack replied. “And once this is all over then we should head over to the hospital to check on Mary and Dafydd.”

“So much for driving home again tonight, we'll have to find somewhere to stay.” Ianto replied.

“I'm sure that we'll find somewhere.” Jack replied with a smile, stealing a chaste kiss from his lover. “Come on, lets see if all the drama has caused Roberta to sell more paintings.”

One more quick, stolen kiss later they put their public persona's back in place and headed back down into the exhibition room and searched out Eirween and Roberta.

They discovered that more than three quarters of the paintings had been sold, with the day drawing to an end they were all more than happy with the outcome.

Once the exhibition closed they finalized the sales with the owner, packed away the few remaining paintings into the car and then all four of them headed off to the hospital to check on Mary and the baby.

TBC

Comments

[reddevilpoes.livejournal.com]

hurray, a nice, quick, angstfree-ish delivery..no fainting grandpa, great name, healthy baby!
I am off to celebrate with a glass of port!

[missthingsplace.livejournal.com]

Thank you :D