Just Imagine...

Surprise

Gwen had been feeling sick all morning. She'd been feeling sick for the past few mornings, actually. At first she'd blamed it on a simple flu bug, but it was getting harder to deny that something else was going on. Her body was telling her something important.
On the ninth morning spent hovering over the toilet, when the nausea subsided for a moment, Gwen took the opportunity to rush into the living room, find her purse, and dig out something she'd bought two days ago and forgotten about, then rush back to the bathroom before she could throw up again.
There was a lot of fumbling and a bit of cursing before Gwen finally managed to get what she was looking for. Well, not exactly, she hadn't been expecting this at all.
"Sick again, eh?" Rhys asked, appearing in the bathroom door, "do you think you should go to the doctor?"
"I might have to," Gwen said, still staring at the object in her hand, or more specifically at the little plus sign that had just appeared on it. She held it up so Rhys could see. "This says I'm pregnant."

The hub was deathly quiet, the only sounds came from the technology in the room. This was a 'training exercise', or at least that's what Jack called it. Anyone overlooking it would say it was a water gun fight gone wild.
Sam was on her hands and knees, pressed as low to the floor as possible, slowly crawling forward like a hunting tiger. Her target was Ianto, hiding behind the coffee machine - though he was in plain sight from her angle. Ianto's body was tense and he had his water gun at the ready, holding it like it was a real gun. Sam crept closer, using Gwen's desk and the tropical plants next to it as cover.
Where was Gwen anyway? She hadn't come in this morning and with her being sick the past little while, Sam was getting a bit worried. But she didn't think about that now. She was so close to her prey.
"I know you're here somewhere, Sam," Ianto said, looking in the complete opposite direction that Sam was in, "and I know you're not even using your gun, creeping around here like a snake."
Well, that wasn't wrong. Sam's water gun was tucked into her pants - irritatingly dripping water on her - as she didn't need it. She was planning a different kind of attack.
When she was close enough, she gathered her legs beneath her, preparing to pounce. She wiggled her butt like a cat before she leaped, arms outstretched.
"GOTCHA!" She exclaimed as she tackled Ianto to the floor. Ianto let out a startled yelp, which turned to laughter as Sam started tickling him.
"Get off!" He said, still laughing as he pushed her away, "that's cheating!"  
"Pfft, it's no fun if you play the normal way." Sam murmured.
"It's not a game, Sam." Ianto said seriously.
"You really think this is actually a training exercise?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Alright, just for that," Ianto said, then shot her in the chest with ice cold water.
"HEY!" Sam exclaimed, "no fair!"
"You're dead now," Ianto taunted, "better act like it."
"UUGH, fine," Sam groaned, then clutched at her chest, gasping, "oh Lord, I'm hit! Keep fighting, man! Avenge me! Tell my wusband and kids I... love them! ... Jay, dear Jay. My... beloved. Oh... Jay..." she made a few choking and wheezing noises before flopping to the floor, twitching a couple times to make it more dramatic, then lying completely still, her tongue sticking out of her mouth. 
"That was the most disgusting performance I've ever seen." Owen muttered from the couch, where he was also playing dead.
"Like you could do better," Sam mumbled, "that was a hero's death."
"Well at least the hero got shot in the chest - why do I have to be dead? I got shot in the ankle!"
"You know the rules," Ianto said, "if you get sprayed, you're dead."
"Blah blah blah blah..." Sam muttered.
"Dead bodies don't talk." Tosh's voice said from across the room.
"Risky move, Tosh," Ianto said with a grin, "giving away your position. Better move quick!"
There was a muffled curse and some quiet scrabbling from the other side of the hub, and with that, Ianto snuck off, leaving Sam and Owen alone.
"So..." Sam murmured, tapping her fingers on the floor, "how's life?"
"You heard Tosh," Owen muttered, "dead bodies don't talk."
Sam sighed, grumbling to herself and fiddling with her water gun, firing it up into the air and letting the water droplets fall back down on her.
There was a whirring sound and Sam and Owen both sat up as the cog wheel door rolled open and Gwen strode in. She screamed as a stream of ice cold water hit her in the stomach.
"You're late!" Jack exclaimed, grinning as he popped out from behind the water cooler.
Gwen stared at him for a moment, looking like she'd forgotten how to speak, then forced a smile.
"Sorry," she murmured, "I was... sick again."
"You're sure you don't want me to take a look at you?" Owen asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Actually, I'd like to talk to you, Owen," Gwen murmured, smile vanishing, "in private." She added as she strode past him, grabbing him by the wrist and practically dragging him into the autopsy bay.
"Gwen?" Jack called after her, but got no reply.
"Uhh, hey Jacksie? If Owen's not dead anymore, can I be not-dead too?" Sam asked, still splayed on the floor.
Meanwhile, Gwen was clutching her stomach, sitting on the autopsy table.
"I want you to examine me." She said to Owen, who looked utterly bewildered.
"Why?" He demanded.
"I think I'm pregnant."
"You what?"
"Shh! Don't tell anyone else, okay? I wanna wait and make sure first."
"And you... want me to give you a definite answer?"
"Yes!"
"Well have you taken a pregnancy test?"
"This morning. Two. Both came up positive."
"Well you have been having a lot of morning sickness. Did you and Rhys have sex recently?"
"Are you serious right now?!"
"It's a routine question, do you want my diagnosis or not?"
"... Yes. About a week and a half ago. That was when the morning sickness started too."
"You mean after movie night at Sam's place?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"We watched The Lion King."
"Well, you could say Rhys and I... 'felt the love that night'."
"Okay, that's enough, stop it."
Gwen was giggling, then grew serious again.
"So... d'you think I'm pregnant?" She asked quietly.
"Well, I would say yes," Owen murmured, "you might want to get a second opinion, though."
Gwen teared up.
"I don't need one," she said, "thank you Owen!" She hugged him fiercely.
"Okay, you're a little emotional," Owen muttered, "congratulations, Gwen."
"Don't tell the others yet, okay?" Gwen sniffed, letting him go and wiping her face, "I want it to be a surprise."
"You have my word." Owen said.
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Don't say that!"
"I was joking... does Rhys know?"
"Well I... showed him my first test, and then he immediately wanted me to take the second one to be sure, and when that one came up positive as well he picked me up and spun me around the room, and then I threw up on him."
Owen blinked nonchalantly.
"Beautiful." He muttered with a hint of sarcasm.