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

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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 watch Nessa's smile brighten at Ewan's mention of a secret. Oh, the little brat she can be. I wouldn't want her any other way.

My arms stay wrapped around her small body as I bend my head to kiss the crown of her head. I've missed her. I've missed Luke. I've missed Ewan. I never, ever want to leave my family again right about now.

A couple of tears fall from my eyes and splash in her hair. Even without them, I know the moment her nose wrinkles that she's picked up on my overpowering happiness. She squirms out of my embrace to reach a hand out and tug on the sleeve of Ewan's robe.

"Why's Mummy crying?"

"I'm just very happy to see you again, Nessie-love. Very."

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I ache with Sarah when she holds our little girl and cries.

"Mummy missed you very much," I say, stroking her hair and smoothing her aura. A dirty trick, perhaps, but a father's privilege. "And now, you should get some sleep and remember: don't tell your brother. Surprise, right?"

My other hand is still on Sarah's shoulder and I move it to rub her back reassuringly. I look forward to returning to our rooms and to falling asleep while holding her.

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"Surprise," Nessa murmurs sleepily. Ewan's trick with the aura and hair stroking worked. It always does. "Won't tell, Daddy."

I kiss her head once more and tuck her back into bed. We whisper good nights and I stand from the bed. I sigh slightly as he rubs my back and then turn to collapse my face against his chest. The steady breathing of the twins are the only sounds in the room aside from the beating of his heart.

I love you. I love this, Ewan.

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And off to sleep she goes, my wee girl.

I hold Sarah close to me and listen to her heart beating.

I love you, Sarah Jane Smith. I love our wee ones, so much...

Never thought I'd be a father. Family is very important and highly desired where I come from. Wasn't possible for me, isolated from my race - until there was Sarah, stubborn woman, who persisted with the medical field - and Doctor Harper, in particular - to find a way to make it possible.

I can never thank her enough for that. Or Doctor Harper.

Maybe I'll name a child after him or something...

I think it's bedtime for sleepy Sarah...

And I steer us slowly toward the door.

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"It's only ten o-" And my words are interrupted by a sleepy yawn. I giggle and stop by the door, tilting my head to rest against his chest.

"Carry me?"

It's a quick trip down the hall. I'm physically capable of making it. But I would like nothing more than to be in his arms already. I miss being in his arms so, so much.

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"Aye, you're bright as the early bird," I comment dryly, watching her yawn. At her request, I smile and reply, "Of course, leman."

And I lift her effortlessly into my arms and enter the hall, TKing the door shut behind us. I'm very far from my home system and the Empire - thank the Fates - and have no clue how long I'll live, given the givens. But it should be for a good time yet, and I'll remain just as strong as I always have for that, too.

Sarah is so light in my arms.

I TK the door to our rooms open in plenty of time, opening both sides so it's nice and comfortably wide for us to pass through. They're double doors, all part of the Torchwood look.

Royal apartments, indeed.

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I chuckle when he lifts me up and nuzzle my nose in the crook of his neck. Eyes closed, I inhale deeply. Sweat and me and that distinct smell of him invade my senses. I've missed it. Oh, I've just about missed everything tonight, haven't I?

"Show off," I murmur as he uses his power to open and close all the doors. And then, on a more serious note, "I feel like a queen living in this house sometimes. That's never changed."

I'm not married to royalty, but I've certainly committed myself to a prince. And bore his children. I wonder if that would make me the royal mistress. The thought makes me laugh.

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"Aye, I show you off when I can," I say, playing with her words. "You're my queen, so there you go, and that'll never - what're you laughing at now, then?"

I TK the doors shut and bolt them and place Sarah gently down on the bed. The evening has been unexpectedly delightful, thanks to the timely arrival of my leman. I was about to blow a gasket at those UNIT idiots.

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He places me down on the bed and I untie my belt. I slip the robe off one arm at a time before kicking it to the side. The bed is large enough that it doesn't fall on the floor. I'll clean it up later.

Right now, I just want to be naked and held. A yawn escapes my lips again as I slip under the covers. Then I look up at him and smile. Oh, he's lovely. And he wants to know what I'm laughing about.

"I'm certainly no queen. We're not even married, Ewan. So, if anything, consort to the prince, mother of his heirs? It would make me the royal mistress, wouldn't it?"

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Her robe is gone and she crawls under the covers and if I look closely enough, knowing what to look for again, I can see that she's with child now.

She smiles up at me and I sigh.

"You're my queen, I said." I undo my robe, open it, and let it slide to the floor. I don't give a fuck what happens to it right now, to be honest. "We don't have to be married, you know that. And you can be the royal mistress if it pleases you, Your Highness."

I crawl across the bed and slide under the covers next to her, smiling and opening my arms for a hug.

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I watch as he strips, unable to take my eyes off his body. Absolutely gorgeous. Luke already seems to have inherited his father's good looks. I hope it'll be the same for this new one.

Once he crawls into bed with me, his invitation doesn't go ignored for long. I slip into his arms easily (oh, we fit). I take a hand and place it on top of my stomach. We'll fall asleep protecting the wee one tonight, I've decided.

"I know we don't," I reply, less jokingly and more seriously. "I'm perfectly content keeping my name and having your children and love. I'd be a horrible queen, anyway."

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"Well, how does that children's rhyme go, which you Earth-creatures find so appealing in the playground?" I begin to sing-song: "'You're the queen of the castle, and I'm the dirty rascal.' Something like that." I've twisted the words a bit to suit my needs, but who cares?

I gently rub her stomach and send a crackle of power across her skin. Another child. Oh, my...

"I'll be the dirty rascal, aye?" And I pull her in for a sloppy kiss.

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He kisses me and I spend more of it laughing in delight than actually kissing him back. There's power playing across my skin still and it feels lovely. I hope our child knows just how loved he is already.

"You are the dirty rascal," I answer when he lets me talk again, my eyes twinkling. "No matter what, Ewan. Every bit as much of a bastard as you claim to be. An absolute scoundrel. What will I ever do with you?"

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Sarah's laughter is music to my ears, honestly. Oh, this pregnancy will be quite the roller coaster ride, I'm certain.

"Well, I'm clean, actually," I say. "Though my mind is dirty, aye. Took you a while to realize I was telling you the truth, didn't it? About me being a bastard..." I nuzzle her hair. "As for what you'll do with me?" I continue in a low voice. "I guess I need to schedule sessions with you daily to appease by wee pregger-woman's hormonal needs, don't I?"

I lick her temple, just because I can.

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I sigh when he nuzzles my hair, slinking further in to his arms. The sheets and blankets envelope my body. It's warm and safe here. Like most nights, I don't ever want to move from his arms.

"Mmm," I murmur when he licks me. His voice has been low and rumbled - absolutely perfect. "Waiting on me hand and foot, will you? And perhaps daily love making sessions to appease my overactive hormones. Massages might also be nice. It won't be long before your son starts causing me aches and pains all over the place."

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"Waiting on you, hand and foot," I repeat softly. She looks very sleepy, and after her journey and a good shag, I should think she would be.

"Oh, daily love making sessions are key, I think," I add, rubbing the tip of my nose with hers. "Those will be essential. I love massaging you, leman. Please let me do that for you, too..."

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My sigh turns into a yawn now. I still giggle, trying to pretend that I'm not ready to drift to sleep in his embrace.

"If this is the treatment I get," I whisper, "then maybe I ought to get knocked up more often."

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She seems very relaxed, which is a good thing when you're trying to drop off to sleep, really.

At her words, I gaze into her eyes and whisper back, "You... You don't need to get pregnant, leman, for me to treat you like the precious jewel you are... my chuol-se..."

I kiss her tenderly on the lips and settle back into the pillows, TKing the lights off because I forgot and I'm too bloody comfy and lazy to move now.

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"Precious jewel?"

I giggle when his lips leave mine and crane my arm to caress his cheek. It's stubbly, as expected given the time of night. I find it wonderful. If I had the energy, I'd even turn my head to flash him a doubtful look. He'd see it in the dark given that Roshkind vision of his.

"I think you may be exaggerating again, choul-se."

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"Not at all, at all," I assure her softly. "You are my precious jewel. You and the children are my life. I'd do anything to keep you safe."

I swallow, not intending to get all serious, but there you go. That call from UNIT still burns a bit and has me bothered. Never mind, though. I'll figure it out in the morning. Ah, me...

"I love you, Sarah."

Please, don't ever leave me.

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My cheeks redden at that. Every word he says, I treasure them more than any wedding vow. They're honest and sincere and unwavering and for my ears only. I don't need the rest of the world to know how much he loves me (even if I do like to flaunt it about).

Precious jewel, eh?

I want to continue being cheeky, but I'm crying. It takes me a few seconds to realise why my tears are damp and nose stuffy.

"Don't want to," I whisper. But we both know the truth. I'll grow old and die before him. "I don't ever want to leave you, Ewan."

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I've said a good thing, but not at the right time. I sigh. I didn't want to go there tonight, not at all.

"Sarah... I'm sorry, leman. I didn't mean... I don't want you to think about that right now. I don't want to think about that right now. Please, leman... Shhhhhhhhh..."

I run my hand over her head, knowing she'll recognize the move and hoping she doesn't think ill of me. She needs to calm, needs to rest. I need to take care of my little Human - and the new life she's carrying.

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I rub at my eyes. My tears have started to dry and I'm starting to feel more at ease. Not my doing at all. I know better than to think, in any way, that it is. I look out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, Ewan is using that power of his.

"The present is better anyway," I whisper, forcing a small grin on his face. I won't scold him for using his powers on me this time. He really does mean to keep me well. "Because I'll be fat and achy in the near future and that'll be absolutely horrid."

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I smile.

"That's it, Sarah Jane. Plan for the future, by all means, but live in the moment." I kiss her once more. "You will not be fat, you will be pregnant. Your aches will be as minimal as we can make them, and I'll fuck you daily, with everything you can endure, mind and body..."

'Fuck' isn't a tender word, not really, but I say it tenderly and hope she'll understand that she'll still be as desirable then as she is now. Different, but desirable.

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His words are sweet and tender until he tells me that he'll fuck me daily. I laugh and shake my head in that amused sort of way.

"What would I do without you?"