Title: New Life
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Owen, Rhys, Tosh, OCs
Written For: Challenge 461: Report/Reporter at tw100.
Summary: The team and Rhys bear witness to the miracle of life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
“Anything to report?” Jack asked, handing out drinks, having taken his turn to fetch refreshments.
“Not so far,” Ianto replied, not taking his eyes off the scene as Jack sat down beside him.
“Everything’s progressing normally,” Owen added.
“Should we be watching this?” asked Rhys, looking more than a little uncomfortable. “I mean, I feel a bit weird, like I’m intruding on something private.”
“It’ll be good practice, mate,” Owen assured him. “Not long now until Gwen’s due date, is it?”
“Less than a month,” Rhys admitted. “Don’t mind admitting I’m terrified.”
“So watch and learn,” Jack said cheerfully. “It’s not that different.”
“Except that with humans, there’s a lot more screaming, swearing, squeezing hands hard enough to crush bones, and threatening to castrate the father,” Ianto put in mildly. “I was there when Mica was born. Mostly because Johnny passed out.”
“Oh God,” Rhys groaned, turning pale.
“Look!” Tosh squeaked, pointing. “I think something’s happening!”
She was right; as they watched, enthralled, the first of five tiny bundles made its entrance into the world.
“Oh, that’s so gross!” Rhys looked disgusted.
“Don’t worry,” Owen smirked. “Humans don’t lick their babies clean the way cats do.”
“Thank God for that!”