There, Wolf [9/13]

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Title: There, Wolf
Rating: teen [language and sexual situations]
Characters: Gwen, Ianto, Jack, PC Andy
Spoilers: post-Exit Wounds
Advisories: crossover with Being Human; also if you think about the werewolf thing a little too hard, um... yeah, but not on-screen
Disclaimer: I am apparently a very silly person at this hour

Summary: Torchwood has adopted a stray...




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"I'm pregnant and it's not yours and I'm sorry, Rhys, this is completely not anything I would have wanted to, I needed to talk to you before I, I, won't you say something --"

He'd gone the colour of soft cheese, staring as if Gwen had finally grown another head. "Is this where you've been all those nights? In some other man's bed?"

"God, Rhys, it's Andy, we --"

"It's Andy's baby? That -- that lump? Is that why Torchwood hired him away from the police? Because you missed having him around? How long has this been going on, Gwen?"

"It's not like that, Rhys, he, we, it was an --"

"I don't care if it was a bloody accident, Gwen, don't you even try to say that. No, stop, I don't want to hear it --"

"I've been gone nights because Andy's a werewolf!" Well, shit, now the neighbours knew it too. Rhys had stopped in mid-rant, mouth agape. "You were right, that day with the lorry, that wasn't just any dog, you said yourself how much he -- That's where I've been, every full moon for the last year and a half. I've been helping to keep him from killing someone. Or himself. And I can prove that, I'll show you the video of him changing, but, but the other, I... We were pissed."

"You'd have to be." Rhys sat down hard on the settee. "Bloody hell. A real werewolf? Our Andy? Hold on, he hasn't tried to bite you, has he?"

Gwen shook her head, wiping her cheek with fingers that came away stained black with mascara. "You know Andy, he's just a big puppy around me as it is. The wolf even likes to be scratched behind the ears," she added, picturing the goofy lupine grin that almost mapped to his human face.

Rhys drew in a gulping breath. "Get him a job as a bloody guide-dog, why don't we. You've been having an affair with a tosser who happens to turn into the Andrex puppy one night a month."

"It's not an affair! It's just I've been the only one who's able to help him with what's happened to him, he doesn't know any others, won't even let most people near him when he's -- We were tired and had too much to drink the one night, I didn't say anything because I didn't want you sat here worrying whether I was going to turn into a werewolf from it. But this is me, telling you, now."

"So you're saying you're sure you're not infected or whatever you'd call it, anyway?" Rhys's colour was slowly returning. He sighed and shifted aside to make a space for her on the settee. "Aye, well, s'pose I said better or worse, didn't I. Even when it means worse is your bloody mad Torchwood rubbish coming home with you." And he managed to dredge up a faint smile: "What I get for saying we should practise on a puppy before we tried for kids, is it?"

"Shut it, you." Gwen nestled into his arms, feeling the steadying heartbeat beneath her cheek. "I don't know, I don't even know if the baby would be human, I should ring Martha before it goes too long --"

"Stop talking rubbish." Rhys kissed the top of her head. "It's not the baby's fault how it's happened. And he's a good man even if he is a, a werewolf. At least he's not Sais, aye?"

Gwen let out a startled chuckle. "What, are you, are you saying you wouldn't mind?"

"Course I mind! But it's your baby, and, and that's an end of it. Take the rest of it as it comes, you know? This long trying to talk you into it being a good time to -- Just so the next one's mine, yeah?"

Gwen sniffled. "I don't deserve you."

"No, you don't. But you've got me anyway."