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onlysayinghelloThe headache was dull and throbbing and the washcloth Ianto left upon his forehead was supposed to help with the fever but who knew that the Tackhrin was going to do this to him? Well... technically Jack knew, but he also knew that of all the people to end up in his situation...
Well he was the best one to be in that situation because in the end he'd survive it. Gwen? Probably not, and her husband wouldn't have approved that's for sure. Owen would have spent most the day over medicating away the side effects to that he could enjoy the outward appearance a bit more... personally.
Ianto... well it would have been interesting, but improbable unless Ianto happened to tag along with the team that night. Toshiko? Well... she might have been able to handle it, but Jack just knew that it was just easier this way. He could handle pregnancy as a male, so why couldn't he handle being a woman for seventy-two hours?
The hormones that were surging through his body had been wrecking havoc on his system, and the outward changes... well those were fun. If only he could actually abuse them instead of sweating profusely and nearly swearing up a storm at the pain from it all. At the end of the night he knew he'd be through the hard part but then there would be one day, one complete twenty four hour period where Jack would be able to use his charming smile and new feminine curves... to get whoever he wanted. It wasn't that he would want to or that he couldn't before... when he was Jack.
This was part of the process to get himself back to normal. Twenty-four hours to mate so that the rest of the hormones would flush through his system and the Tackhrin cycle would be complete. Then they pain would start again and he'd be laying in bed with Ianto taking care of him until the outward changes either sent his body into shock or shifted those feminine curves back into the strong lean form that he had gotten pretty used to. One pregnancy was taxing enough on his body to get it back to this shape... he really didn't like the notion of his pectorals changing in any way shape or form. Plus he wasn't really comfortable with the risk of other proportions not coming back to the way they were before.
"So I know I'm not like elastic snapping back to normal Ianto... but there's a file... it's in the Torchwood archives under my medical information. There are some important facts in there... when this is done? I need those reports waiting for me."
Then with that trademark smirk and a reference to something unsaid Jack added in, "You'd be more than welcome to assist me in making sure things all check out."
Well he was the best one to be in that situation because in the end he'd survive it. Gwen? Probably not, and her husband wouldn't have approved that's for sure. Owen would have spent most the day over medicating away the side effects to that he could enjoy the outward appearance a bit more... personally.
Ianto... well it would have been interesting, but improbable unless Ianto happened to tag along with the team that night. Toshiko? Well... she might have been able to handle it, but Jack just knew that it was just easier this way. He could handle pregnancy as a male, so why couldn't he handle being a woman for seventy-two hours?
The hormones that were surging through his body had been wrecking havoc on his system, and the outward changes... well those were fun. If only he could actually abuse them instead of sweating profusely and nearly swearing up a storm at the pain from it all. At the end of the night he knew he'd be through the hard part but then there would be one day, one complete twenty four hour period where Jack would be able to use his charming smile and new feminine curves... to get whoever he wanted. It wasn't that he would want to or that he couldn't before... when he was Jack.
This was part of the process to get himself back to normal. Twenty-four hours to mate so that the rest of the hormones would flush through his system and the Tackhrin cycle would be complete. Then they pain would start again and he'd be laying in bed with Ianto taking care of him until the outward changes either sent his body into shock or shifted those feminine curves back into the strong lean form that he had gotten pretty used to. One pregnancy was taxing enough on his body to get it back to this shape... he really didn't like the notion of his pectorals changing in any way shape or form. Plus he wasn't really comfortable with the risk of other proportions not coming back to the way they were before.
"So I know I'm not like elastic snapping back to normal Ianto... but there's a file... it's in the Torchwood archives under my medical information. There are some important facts in there... when this is done? I need those reports waiting for me."
Then with that trademark smirk and a reference to something unsaid Jack added in, "You'd be more than welcome to assist me in making sure things all check out."
