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[AU (Future) Hub] Torchwood Hub Future Scenario - Ewan and Sarah - 2018

My bags drop on the cold stone tiles of the House as the door closes behind her. The trip to Cardiff has been more than successful. In fact, it has surpassed anything my wildest dreams can come up with. Visiting old friends has been a breath of fresh air, as has returning to the place where, in effect, this all had started for me.

But Scotland is home now. Or, more to the point, Ewan and our family are my home. I love them all more than words could ever describe, and, as much as I still despises cliches, there really is nothing like being home. I take a deep breath of the musty air and smile to myself. My smile turns brighter when the Lady floats by. She's officially the first to welcome me back.

Placing a hand on my stomach, I nod in confirmation to her unasked question. Yes, I'm pregnant. Yes, there will be another child within the House in eight months. Yes, this time the pregnancy will last. The Lady has been my sole secret keeper - occasionally spying on me during those awful mid-mornings spent throwing up in the bathroom or when the fatigue got to be too much. I don't know how the ghost knew I was pregnant. It's just easier to accept.

The ghostly woman floats away, leaving me alone in the foyer. No one expects me to be home tonight. I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow morning, but I couldn't wait. I have to surprise Ewan with the news. The twins ought to be asleep by now; it's 9 pm and those blessed little ones always managed to wear themselves out by half past six. I'll check in on them after, preferably with their father in tow.

Beaming, I abandon my bag and the hockey sticks at the door and take off in the direction of the Smith-Harrow apartment. I have my leman to surprise, after all. And I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him the news.

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I give her a heavy sigh.

"Doesn't anyone appreciate my sense of humour?"

Then she's kissing me this time, with a passion and joy I've come to recognize as my leman in a very happy mood. When she lets me up for air, she plays coy and backs us out of my study area and into the bedroom proper.

My king-sized, four-poster bed - complete with nice, heavy curtains - had seemed appropriate to the House when I became the head of Torchwood Two all those years ago, and I've never changed it. We're headed in that direction as she gives me options to choose from.

"I didn't know it'd be a multiple-choice question," I say, smirking. "Can I buy a clue?"

Oh, this has become fun. I smile when I realise that he's walking us towards the bed now. I ought not to be surprised. It's probably our favourite place to spend time in the apartment, aside from the nursery. The curtains make it reclusive. It makes it our sanctuary.

I shrug in response to his query. My bright smile is now permanent on my face. I'm home again, with my love, and have news that'll make tonight a night in which neither of us will ever forget.

"That depends," I answer slowly, pretending to consider the request. "Have anything to barter with?"

She can't seem to stop smiling, and I take that as a good sign. If there's truly a mystery to solve, I doubt it's one involving murder and/or mayhem.

I'm steering us toward the bed, because that's where I want to go. She's back home and I haven't held her in my arms for days and days. I don't feel the cold, so I could care less about my bare feet, but I want to make sure she's nice and warm and comfortable. She traveled a long way by herself...

"I might have something to tempt you," I say, shedding my tattered, tartan robe - story later - and continuing to back her toward the bed in my silk pajamas. Then I pounce, scoop her gently into my arms, and roll us across the bed.

I protest playfully when he scoops me up into his arms. It's an old game by now. He tries to carry me and I fight and fight the entire time. Except those days where I'm far too tired to care. Or those days where I just want to be loved.

"Tempt me with what?" I ask, nipping at his chin and tickling his sides as we roll in to the bed. At some point, I kick off my shoes and kiss his cheek. I snuggle up against him and rest my head against his chest. I've spent too many days in an empty bed.

"It'll have to be good, you know. Because my mystery is very, very good, Ewan darling." I look up at him, letting myself be lost in his beautiful blue-green eyes for a few seconds. "You see, we're not alone in this room right now. I know why. But you, love, will have to figure it out."

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She tickles me - damn, but I hate being ticklish - and I laugh and let her snuggle against me. I've missed her, far too much to be a positive thing for my sanity. When she gazes up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers, I'm lost.

I raise my eyebrows at the clue. "We're not alone? Well, it can't be those UNIT idiots... And the twins are asleep." I look at her with puppy-dog eyes and whisper, "My barter is very good..."

And I lick her throat with the tip of my tongue.

I squirm when he licks my throat. He knows all the sensitive spots on my body by now. It's not fair, not fair at all.

"And I promise you my answer will be even better," I respond quietly. It's those puppy dog eyes. They do me in every time.

I had meant it when I said Ewan Harrow could talk me into anything. It had been like that ever since he said he loved me.

"I'm pregnant," I whisper. I know I'm practically glowing. "No miscarriage this time. The egg held. We're having another child, Ewan. Another little boy."

"I'm sure your answer will be..."

And I stop and stare at her as she says two very important words.

"You're pregnant?" I whisper. Where has my vocabulary disappeared to? I gape at her, my eyes searching hers. We've been trying for another child, but to hear that it's actually worked -

"You're... absolutely, positively sure, Sarah Jane?"

I nod eagerly, smiling and laughing. It's the reaction I expected. I've surprised him speechless. The way he's staring at me is absolutely wonderful.

"I am, Ewan. I had Owen run all the necessary tests while I was in Cardiff. I'm ninety-five days into the pregnancy, a little more than three months. He's developing normally - on the same sort of path the twins took."

I laugh again and reach for his hand to place on my stomach, right above the spot where our son is growing within me. I don't break gaze the entire time.

"You're going to be a father again, Ewan Harrow."

I nod vaguely, filing all the information away, but knowing that I'm not really absorbing it properly right now. She takes my hand and places it on her stomach.

"Developing normally," I repeat faintly, looking down at our hands, which are resting on another life. Another child for us. Another successful inter-species child.

Another Roshkind...

"You're going to be a father again, Ewan Harrow," she tells me proudly.

A big grin grows on my face. "I never stopped being a father, Sarah Jane Smith, but now I'll have even more wee ones to keep track of." I can feel my eyes are a little damp and I blink them rapidly as I look back up to Sarah's happy face. "Fuck, but I love you," I say, and pull her in with my free hand for another kiss.

Before he kisses me, I wipe away a stray tear from his cheek. My own eyes dampen as I watch him. He looks lost, confused as the news settle. As he realises what our hands lie above.

Then it clicks and he beams. A surge of love washes over me. I'll never forget this moment - we'll never forget this moment. I feel so proud, so happy, so absolutely elated all at once.

"We're stopping before we reach seven," I tell him with a laugh. While I've always wanted children, I only ever pictured having one or two. But with Ewan, knowing how much family means to him, seeing this sort of reaction, being able to give him this sort of gift... oh, it's so hard to say no.

He tells me he loves me and before I have a chance to respond, I've been pulled in for a passionate kiss. I return it eagerly, happily - so very, very pleased. My eyes close and I move to rest my hand on his cheek.

I love you, too. I love you so much. I never thought... never thought that I'd have a family like this. Oh, I love you, Ewan.

Our kiss turns salty. I've begun to cry.

I love you, Sarah Jane.

I break the kiss, and wipe a hand across her tears.

"Sarah, I didn't think I'd ever have one child, never mind three," I say, my voice shaking. "Please, don't worry about trying to match my family in numbers... Oh, let me get you a tissue."

I TK the box swiftly into my hand, pull one out, and daub at her cheeks.

"Well, aren't you sneaky, then? Had the good doctor check you out while you went down about the birthday party. How convenient." I can't seem to stop smiling, even though I'm still crying, apparently. I take a tissue for myself and scrub at my eyes. "Och, what a day."

I feel like I'm radiating joy. It's wonderful.

I laugh when he responds and daubs at my cheeks with a tissue. His voice is shaking. I can hear the joy. It makes me cry more. Oh, the joys of being pregnant. I'm already emotional enough in every day life. I become ten times worse with all these hormones bustling about my system, it seems. It's okay, though. Oh, it's more than okay.

Especially if he's crying as well.

"This is why... I couldn't wait for tomorrow," I tell him. My own voice is just as shaky. I intertwine our fingers, keeping them firmly planted on my stomach.

"I had to tell you. As soon as Owen told me that we - the baby and I - were in good health, I knew I had to come back home. I just... oh, Ewan, there'll be another wee one about soon and our family... It's perfect. You, the twins, this little one," I pat my stomach as I say that, "any others we may have down the line - it's more than I could ever ask for. Thank you."

Oh, I've set her off with fresh tears. Ah, me...

"I... understand why you couldn't wait, Sarah." I drag my free hand through my hair and attempt to pull myself together a bit. there's new life started inside my little Human. I am truly blessed. Never, in a million years, did I think to have a mate, never mind wee ones.

Now I'm crying again at her sweet words.

"Oh, stop it, or I'll be bawling like this all night. I should be thanking you, for putting up with all this. You're the one that has to do all the incubating, not me."

I lean down then and kiss the hand that she has in mine, and whisper to the occupant inside her, "Don't write on the walls..."

"I don't mind," I say, after watching him talk to my stomach.

Oh, he was meant to have children.

"Even when I'm fat again, and even more hormonal and..."

Oh. I'll be fat again soon, won't I? And unable to properly have sex with him and...and... Now my tears become tears of worry and fear. What if he decides, after this, that I'm only good as an incubator? What if he decides he's better off with Eileen or some other human woman? What if...?

"Oh," I cry, letting go of his hand to hide my head against him. My words are interspersed with sobs. "You'll still love me when I'm fat again, won't you, Ewan? An' when we can't... can't... not going to leave me or just... use me?"

More tears from Sarah Jane and her words are familiar from the previous pregnancy and - I sigh as she presses her head against me and wrap my arms around her.

Here we go again, I think, perhaps uncharitably, but I'm smiling. It was an emotional roller coaster for everyone when she was last expecting, and this time probably won't be any different. But it's wonderful, the whole baby thing, and I love her, so very much.

"You needn't worry, leman," I say quietly, rocking her - and the very wee one - slowly. "I love you no matter your size, no matter how many tears or how frequently you yell or throw things at me. You wanted to have another, remember? You offered yourself, though you knew the risks. I... I can't imagine by life without you, lover and mother of my children."

I can feel tears on my face, tears of joy, tears of sensing Sarah's pain and fear, but I just let them flow. My voice is hushed but fairly even as I speak.

"I will never leave you or our children."

Though of course, someday, she will leave me, but I try not to think that far into the future.

I start to hum softly, not certain what it is until a few moments have passed. A lullaby. How fitting...

It's started again. He knows it as well as I do. I've become a bloody wreck already. Fourth month in and I'm already in tears over the most irrational of thoughts. I should know better than to think that Ewan would ever leave me. But I can't keep that thought in my head. All I can think of is every horrible alternative.

He holds me and starts to rock me, humming a lullaby softly. He's comforting me already. His patience is increadible.

The fact that Ewan always seems to know how to calm my incessant fears more so.

"I know," I whisper. "I'm being daft again, aren't I?"

I kiss her on the forehead and sigh.

"Aye," I say, agreeing with her rather then not. We both know the score, after all, and I do my poor best to be as honest as possible. "You're being daft as a post, but not as daft as Harold in the greenhouse." I'm talking about the 'gardener ghost', as he's called. I don't know his name, but 'Harold' seemed about right for him. Mostly harmless, though he leaves tools lying about from time to time and we have to watch out for him with the shears.

"Leman, everything is going to be fine, but feel free to disagree with me later." I grin. "I know you will."

His assurance that I'll disagree with him gets me to laugh. I snuggle closer to him, still in my travelling clothes. Ah well.

"Perhaps I'll agree just to keep you guessing," I retort and tilt my head up to kiss the corner of his mouth. The sudden wave of emotion seems to be dying down. I'm more than relieved. "Everything will be fine and our son will be born and Luke'll finally get to be an older brother. Oh, he'll love that."

And the neighbors, of course, will find reason to gossip when I begin to show. Glen of Saint Catherine is a small town and most of the residents know us up in the Torchwood House well enough. Many of the elder ones - my generation, in an odd sort of thought - still disprove of the lack of marriage. I know they talk about us: the professor and his nosy girlfriend who moved up to Scotland one day without any sort of warning.

"Mrs Ackart will begin to talk again, you know."

That got her laughing. Good. And she will, of course. Disagree with me later, that is.

I get another kiss and nod about Luke. For some reason, the lad has it fixed in his head that he should have a little brother or sister. Bugger if I know why.

"Aye, he'll be pleased, until he realizes the new baby will take some time away from him. then we'll see how happy he is." At her comment about Mrs. Ackart, I roll my eyes and begin a rather uncharitable diatribe.

"That stupid, bloody woman doesn't seem to have as much sense as the Deity of your choice gave to a snail. She's so wound up in other people's business that it makes my head hurt just being near her. I don't know how she does it. What she needs is a good fuck, and I don't think that arrogant sod she calls her husband has bothered to bend her over the bed in years. I'm amazed they have children, though her son must be a disappointment and that daughter of theirs needs to learn sublety if she's going to flirt in public."

If he ever wanted to get my attention far from current matters at hand, Ewan has just managed to do so. I clap my hands over my mouth and laugh quite happily - mildly shocked at his descriptions.

"Ewan!" I playfully slap his arm. "Oh, you sound as horrible as she does!"

Even if it is all true. And...

"Even if she does deserve it for those comments she made about the twins the other week, oh - be nice, will you! None of our children need to learn their bad manners from you. And you know Nessie and Luke are soaking every little tad of information like a sponge right now - whether spoken or thought."

Oh god. I actually sound like a mother. The thought gets me to laugh again. It's bloody insane how much I've changed in the past few years, all because we decided to open our hearts to the wee ones.

I grin. "I am as horrible as she is, but I'm better at it, the witch. Anyway, the wee ones aren't present and I'm in bed with my lover and she's heard these words from me before."

Satisfied with that, I kiss the tip of her nose and cuddle her.

"Oh, but I suppose I should be sympathetic, shouldn't I, Sarah? Her husband is a moron, her son is bloody apathetic and quite happy to do bugger all, and her daughter needs a leash or she'll be in more trouble than she is already." I snort. "Caught her trying to look up my kilt during the pub's anniversary night."

Oh. I hadn't meant to ever tell her that part. Not that it's a big deal, but she didn't need to know. Ah, me. Never mind. She's sounding more like herself again, so all's well.

My eyes widen at that last part and I quickly whirl about in the bed so that I'm straddling him. My hands are on either side of his face and my knees spread so my lower body pins his hips into place. I stare down at him, absolutely incredulous.

"You never told me that!"

I'm probably about as angry as any married woman would be if given the same news. Might as well be. Even if we aren't married, Ewan knows how possessive I am.

"Oh, that whorish cow! Next time I see her, I have half a mind to punch her right in that bloody eye. Sneaking a peek? Oh! The very fucking nerve!"

I'm on my back then, pinned by her hands and her hips, and her expression is one of astonishment - crossed with rage, I'd say. Oh, she moves fast, does Sarah Jane.

"I didn't tell you, because I didn't think it was important," I reply, still a bit startled by the sudden development of my current position. "Young Melissa Ackart is only twenty-three, Sarah," I continue. "She's looking for trouble, but she's probably looking everywhere for trouble. I'm sure she tried to look up everyone's kilt that night. Oh, and Sarah? Such language. The children might hear you. And you know Nessie and Luke are soaking every little tad of information like a sponge right now - whether spoken or thought."

I'm such a little shite.

"Hmmph," I snort, frowning down at him. She's twenty three and beautiful. He forgot to mention that bit. I scowl, shaking my head. "Still!"

But there's only so long I can remain above him before I need to steal a kiss. My eyes close and I tenderly caress his lips with my own, sighing. Once that's done, though, it's right back to the matter at hand.

"It doesn't change the fact that she tried - knowing full well that you're a father with a very possessive lover."

She kisses me, bless her, then pushes herself up again to continue telling me what she thinks of it all. I smile at her.

"Sarah, she was probably a little intoxicated... and I do have nice legs, so she probably couldn't help herself. And it came to nothing, because I caught her at it, so there was no point in mentioning it, was there, now?"

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