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Jul. 17th, 2007 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rowanberriesFollowon from this and this. Not mine, all the BBC's, yadda yadda.
Well, somehow this next bit turned into Owen-Tosh friendschmoop.
I have no idea how or why.
Whatever.
*Head in hands*
"So he's really... pregnant?"
"Yes, Tosh. Up the spout, without a doubt."
"Owen, must you?"
"Oh, come on, it's fucking hilarious!"
"Not really, when you think what he'll have to go through for the birth, and afterwards... do you realise we will have an alien child on our hands?"
"Actually, the odds of it surviving to term are..."
"That isn't a good thing!"
"Sure? I mean, it's... er, other parent wasn't exactly kind and gentle, we'd prob'ly have to imprison it right from the start just in case. Least if it dies unborn I can dissect-"
"Spare me."
"Oh, come on, it's not like- hey. Hey, don't look like that. It's not even more than a bucnch of cells yet. Of the weirdest genetic makeup ever. I mean, half Prilzgnok, half Jack. Do you see it living a wholesome life?"
"Might."
"Oh, Jesus. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be- Well, I mean. I did, but it's not that... God. Come here."
"Thanks. I just... Jack's being so weird, and Gwen's just laughing it off and buying bootees, and I haven't even seen Ianto, he's been so busy and all I can think is what if Jack doesn't... or it lives and it's not... you know."
"Oh, bloody hell, Tosh. I admit, that would be a hell of a situation. But really... I mean, I didn't say this at the meeting, but the only reason it's even still growing is that Jack's the toughest bloke I've ever met. 'Part from the hormones, no adverse side effects. He's just fine."
"Wish he'd stop singing 'Bye Bye Baby,' though."
"Don't we all."
Well, somehow this next bit turned into Owen-Tosh friendschmoop.
I have no idea how or why.
Whatever.
*Head in hands*
"So he's really... pregnant?"
"Yes, Tosh. Up the spout, without a doubt."
"Owen, must you?"
"Oh, come on, it's fucking hilarious!"
"Not really, when you think what he'll have to go through for the birth, and afterwards... do you realise we will have an alien child on our hands?"
"Actually, the odds of it surviving to term are..."
"That isn't a good thing!"
"Sure? I mean, it's... er, other parent wasn't exactly kind and gentle, we'd prob'ly have to imprison it right from the start just in case. Least if it dies unborn I can dissect-"
"Spare me."
"Oh, come on, it's not like- hey. Hey, don't look like that. It's not even more than a bucnch of cells yet. Of the weirdest genetic makeup ever. I mean, half Prilzgnok, half Jack. Do you see it living a wholesome life?"
"Might."
"Oh, Jesus. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be- Well, I mean. I did, but it's not that... God. Come here."
"Thanks. I just... Jack's being so weird, and Gwen's just laughing it off and buying bootees, and I haven't even seen Ianto, he's been so busy and all I can think is what if Jack doesn't... or it lives and it's not... you know."
"Oh, bloody hell, Tosh. I admit, that would be a hell of a situation. But really... I mean, I didn't say this at the meeting, but the only reason it's even still growing is that Jack's the toughest bloke I've ever met. 'Part from the hormones, no adverse side effects. He's just fine."
"Wish he'd stop singing 'Bye Bye Baby,' though."
"Don't we all."
