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Myfanwy 2

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Thirty-Three

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Thirty-Three
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Master Archivist Ianto Jones of Torchwood Castle discovers the presence of a powerful magical Artifact, Baroness Gwen Williams hires Captain Jack Harkness and his band of mercenaries to retrieve it.
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones; Gwen Williams/Rhys WIlliams
Warning: Fantasy violence
Spoilers: None really; mostly for Doctor Who S1 episodes "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", and Torchwood S1 "Everything Changes" and S2 "Fragments".  Although the stories have been warped to fit into a fantasy setting. 
Author's Note:  This is Torchwood in a fantasy setting.  Everything that could be considered alien in the normal universe is magical here. 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, if I did I'd have treated it better. It - and Doctor Who - are owned by the BBC, and created by Russell T. Davies.


Chapter Thirty-Three


The two of them got dressed quickly, suddenly noticing the chill in the air once more. Jack couldn't keep the grin off his face, or his eyes off Ianto. While it hadn't been under the conditions he may have wished, what had happened between them had been…well, amazing. He vowed to himself that the next time would be somewhere a lot more comfortable than a stone floor.

And there would definitely be a next time. Jack made that vow easily.

He picked up the blanket as the younger man was busily stuffing the two books back into his pack. Ianto lingered on the suspected gramaryia; it would be just what he'd need if he continued his studies. Jack had confidence that Ianto could teach himself what he needed to know about tapping his power, but even he knew, despite the impressive uses he'd managed to put it to so far, that it would be years before the young man would be able to tap into his potentiality. And Jack wanted to see it when it did happen.

Ianto's eyes met Jack's, and the mercenary could see something in them he couldn't quite identify. "You all right?" he asked softly, touching the archivist's elbow lightly.

"More than all right," he smirked. "Although a bed next time would be nice."

"You read my mind, Master Jones."

"I'm quite sure I did…sir."

Jack returned the smirk. "Keep that up and we won't make it to a bed."

"Then…you may have just found the way to get me to keep calling you Jack."

The captain laughed. "And here I was, thinking to go about that some other way."

"Sometimes the more interesting ways are best."

With that, Ianto leaned over and pressed his lips against Jack's. They stood there, the thunder rumbling through the ancient stone, tongues battling for dominance as the magic fluttered and flowed between them.

Jack had never felt anything like it in his entire – and very long – life. He could so easily become addicted to this sensation. He pulled away reluctantly. "Rest, Ianto."

"You're right," the archivist sighed. "We have a long trip home."

Together they headed toward the door. With a flamboyant bow, Jack pulled it open for the archivist…to reveal the red-gold form of Myfanwy. The dragon crouched on all fours in front of them, her wings at half-furl and her head oscillating between the two men, her body practically vibrating.

"Looks like our chaperon has arrived," Jack quipped.

Myfanwy made a trilling sound, then scuttled forward to practically leap onto Ianto, nearly taking the young man down with the impact. Once she was settled with her claws on Ianto's hips and biceps, her tail snaked out and wrapped itself around Jack's waist, pulling him closer to her master. The mercenary could feel her purr through the contact, and didn't fight her one bit as she maneuvered them how she wanted them, shoulder to shoulder.

"Do you think she approves?" Ianto murmured, smiling.

"Either that, or she wants a threesome."

"Jack…that's disgusting."

"Just kidding…Hey!" he exclaimed as the dragon nipped at his ear.

"Apparently she thinks so, too."

"Yeah, well tell your dragon I wasn't serious."

"I get the distinct impression that she's our dragon, Jack."

"I'm not a Wizard."

"I don't think that matters."

Jack rubbed at the warm head that now rested on his shoulder, stroking along the base of the golden horn. The green eyes closed in pleasure, and Myfanwy hummed. He was undeniably touched by her acceptance of him, and his presence in Ianto's life. "All right…but when she's bad she's your dragon."

"And when she's good, she's yours?" Ianto chuckled.

"I think that makes sense, yes."

Ianto rolled his eyes. "Okay…Dad."

"Oi! Enough of that!"

Ianto actually sniggered. Jack barely resisted the urge to cuff him about the head.

"C'mon you," the captain smirked, "let's get some sleep. Hopefully this storm'll burn itself out before morning and we can get an early start."

He wrapped an arm around Ianto's shoulders – the only place he could properly grasp the younger man without a certain dragon getting in the way – and together they made their way back to their camp. Everything looked calm; Jack managed to extricate himself from both Ianto and Myfanwy, and stoked up the fire a bit. He watched as the archivist settled the dragon back down, then head toward his own bedroll. His eyes caught Jack's; the captain thought he could make out a golden sparkle in their blue depths, and then Ianto turned away to set his pack down and get himself settled for sleep.

Jack remained by the fire for a while, lost in his own thoughts. What had happened between Ianto and himself had been something he'd fantasized about more than once. He smiled softly, already looking forward to it happening again. But next time, he'd definitely wait to get to somewhere more comfortable…if he could hold out that long.

The storm did, indeed, blow itself out during the night, leaving a damp and chilly morning. The sun was hidden behind gray clouds, but Toshiko claimed that the weather would get better as the day went on. Jack was glad; he felt horribly uncomfortable with the Dagger and Gauntlet so close, and wanted nothing more than to get back to Cardiff with them.

After breakfast, it didn't take them long to get everything packed up. Jack and Owen tied the metal box onto the pack horse, although the animal seemed about as nervous of the thing as the rest of them. Except for Suzie; his second didn't appear to be bothered at all, even volunteering to lead the burdened horse. He wasn't at all sure he cared for the attention Suzie was paying that box, and decided he'd need to keep an eye on her. Ianto had assured him that there was no way anyone could open the lock but him, and while Jack had complete confidence in the young Wizard, he also knew from long experience that anyone with enough motivation could do pretty much anything they set their minds to.

"That's all right, Suzie," Ianto's voice cut across Jack's thoughts, "I can take that."

His lover – and Jack decided he really liked that term applied to Ianto Jones – gently took the reins of the pack horse from Suzie's grasp. "No offense," he went on, "but I'd feel safer if the Artifacts were in my keeping."

The woman looked a little surprised, and there was something flashing in her dark eyes that the captain decided he didn't like. But she gave up the reins without complaint. "Sure, all right," she answered, moving away.

The group managed to get on the road just after breakfast. Jack pushed them a little faster than he normally would have, the inclination to get back to Cardiff as quickly as possible settling into his gut like a bad piece of meat. He let Toshiko take point, while he rode in the rear, making certain that Ianto and the pack horse were securely in the middle of their formation. Suzie and Owen each took a flank, and they remained in this diamond pattern around the archivist and their precious cargo for the rest of the day.

There was silence between them, which was unusual. Jack knew he didn't feel like talking, and assumed that the others felt the same way. Yes, they'd left the unsettled atmosphere of the tower behind, but that miasma seemed to follow them as they rode south. Everyone seemed affected by it; but, as the day went on, Jack caught Suzie making surreptitious glances toward that damned box. It was doing something to his second, and the mercenary didn't like that at all.

They wouldn't pass through Gateway this time, Jack deciding to go around as he'd originally planned on the trip north. He could tell that Ianto was a bit disappointed, but he told the younger man that there would be time to explore the ruins at some other point. Jack didn't say that the real reason were the memories that Gateway had brought to the surface, although Ianto seemed to understand the unspoken reason. Jack was pitifully grateful for that.

He was really hoping that their journey home would be uneventful.

On the second day from the tower, that hope came crashing down around them all.

"What's wrong with your lizard, Wizard boy?" Owen called out, pointing toward the sky.

Jack followed the gesture, for once not correcting the surgeon's nickname for Ianto. Myfanwy was circling high in the sky, faint shrieks echoing down toward them.

"I…don't know," Ianto answered. He had his hand up over his eyes, shielding them from the sun's glare.

"Maybe she's found something interesting for dinner," Jack said, although he really didn't think that was the answer.

"Maybe," the archivist agreed, sounding unsure about it. Jack wondered if he was picking up anything from her empathically.

As they watched, the dragon kept circling, her cries getting louder. Then she suddenly dodged, the sun glittering on her scales as she rode the winds higher into the sky. She twisted sharply once more, and then again.

Jack had a sudden, horrible thought: that Myfanwy was being shot at, and her quick movements were in order to get out of the way of the arrows being aimed at her. He couldn't prove it; they were too far away to see anything flying toward her, but everything in the captain yelled at him that the dragon was in danger.

"Ianto," he rapped, "can you call her back?"

"I don't know how, Jack," his lover sounded frustrated.

"Can't you cast a spell or something?" Owen snarked.

"I hate to break it to you," Ianto snapped, "but I've only just discovered that I could be a Wizard. That means I don't know how to actually use the power all that well."

"Fat lot of good you are!"

"Quiet!" Jack chewed his lip. He called them all to a halt, because whatever was going on with Myfanwy he didn't want them to ride straight into it. He glanced at Ianto, a thought forming. "She's your dragon; you might be able to see through her eyes."

The younger man glanced at Jack, his eyebrows rising. "Yes, you told me that…" He looked back up at the wildly erratic dragon. "But wasn't that supposed to be a fairly advanced skill?"

"Yes, but what have you go to lose by trying?"

Ianto didn't say anything; he just went back to staring at the dragon. She was flying even higher now, and Jack was pretty certain she'd be out of weapons' range now. He wondered why she wasn't coming back, but didn't say anything. He'd let Ianto deal with her, if he could.

They set there, long enough for the horses to become a bit restless. Jack chewed his lip absently, then realized what he was doing and stopped. If there was something ahead that was a danger to them, he needed to know right away; of course, it could have just been some hunters out, thinking that Myfanwy would make a good next meal. The thing against that theory was that they were fairly far from the next town, and anyone in the area was most likely passing through, like themselves. The ruins of Gateway had a haunted reputation, and for good reason. No one would most likely choose to live this close to them.

"I…can't," Ianto finally murmured, looking away from the dragon turning to face Jack. His eyes hadn't quite gotten that eclipse-like look to them, but there was a definite golden circle around the pupils, and it glowed against the blue of the archivist's irises. "But I think I was able to get her to come back."

Sure enough, the dragon was flying back toward them. It didn't take her long to reach the group; she landed lightly on the ground in front of the horses, her squeals and clickings disturbing the animals.

Ianto was down in an instant; Jack followed, joining his lover as the Wizard knelt in front of Myfanwy. She was greatly disturbed by whatever she'd seen; even Jack could sense it and he didn't have any sort of empathic bond with her.

Ianto did, however, and he was currently trying his best to calm her. "I don't know what you're trying to say," he murmured, his hands stroking her.

Myfanwy made a half shriek, half cough sort of sound, her own claws scrabbling at Ianto's shoulders. She looked at Jack, her tail pulling him in close. Her green eyes glittered alarmingly, even as she made the same noise in his direction.

"She's afraid of something," the young man said with certainty.

"Yeah, could tell that myself," Owen said, and surprisingly there wasn't a trace of sarcasm in the tone.

Jack glanced behind him. Both Toshiko and Owen had dismounted as well, joining him and Ianto in the middle of the overgrown road. He could just make out Suzie, staying back with the horses. He vaguely thought that it was dangerous to leave her alone with the Artifacts, but Myfanwy's distress was too strong to ignore.

"Can you tell what she's afraid of?" Toshiko asked worriedly.

Ianto tried to meet her eyes, finally succeeding by grabbing onto her head and pulling it around in order to get her attention. "Tell me what's wrong," he urged her.

To anyone else, it would have looked like a bizarre sort of staring contest, between the otherworldly dragon and the young man. But Jack could see actually sense something pass between the familiar and her Wizard, even if he couldn't understand it.

Finally, Ianto looked up. His eyes were back to normal. "Our bond is still new for me to pick up much beyond fear, panic, and anger. I tried to use my usual Catalyst abilities as well, but I can't get anything beyond that."

"Then I think we need to assume there's something ahead that we don't want to meet," Jack said, standing.

"Bugger this," Owen sighed. "I knew this job would be a pain in the arse."

"We should leave the road, then," Toshiko affirmed. "We'll cut across country and try to circle whatever's ahead of us."

"Good plan," the captain agreed. "Tosh, you lead us. We'll go in the same configuration we're in now; the diamond, keeping Ianto and the Artifacts in the middle." Ianto opened his mouth to say something, but the look on Jack's face made him stay silent. "We all need to be ready for trouble, so have your weapons at hand. Ianto, keep Myfanwy close. Whoever's ahead might have tried to track her back to us."

They headed back to the horses, Ianto going to Suzie to take the reins of the pack horse once more. The woman hesitated, her hand tightening on the leather as if she wasn't willing to let go. "Suzie, you need to give me the reins," he said.

It looked as if Jack was going to have to intervene, but Suzie eventually thrust the reins into Ianto's hand. She then turned to mount her own horse, taking up the left flank as she had before.

They were on their way once more, Toshiko leading them through the fields that would take them in the general direction of Gateway. Jack really didn't want to get that close, but with something potentially dangerous ahead of them they really didn't have much of a choice.

He just hoped he was being paranoid in thinking that whoever was on the road was after them.


Chapter Thirty-Four...




Comments

New danger !!! yay!!!

But, Jack, please, do something with Suzie!!! Poor Suzie, always alone, no one help her...

WANT MORE!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry, I have plans for Suzie...whether they're good or bad remains to be seen...
Its always bad with her or for her... I dont mind if she is mad, I just dont like no one care for her... I CARE FOR YOU SUZIE!!!! lol
Should I leave you two alone?? *smirk*
No, because in one series I write, I have been really bad with her at the end... SORRY SUZIE!!!!!

But I have to write something good for her:)
Ah yes beds are nice ;) *Continues to adore Myfanwy* *Worries*

Also, check this out, I think you'll like it :) http://greendrider85.livejournal.com/11919.html
Oooo...thanks for the link! I saw her art for Reel_Torchwood but didn't get any farther in her journal. I love dragons...

Oh, you should be worried... *rubs hands together evilly*
Even the damned dragon knows they belong together! LOL! (SO cute!) It's all about to go pear-shaped though, isn't it? But what would be the fun in it if it didn't? :D Can't wait for more!!!
All I'll say is...I am an evil writer...

*gives terrible laugh of DOOM*
Truth be told, I'm good with evil. ;) As long as it all gets put back together at the end. REALLY enjoying this!
I break things...but I do generally try to glue them back together into some semblance of their original shape when I'm done...
Lovely beginning with Jack and Ianto and Myfanwy - so what is she afraid of and what is Suzie up to?
Glad you're liking it. As for what is up with Suzie...you'll see. I have a plan...it might be evil, or it might not...
What's not to like - Jack, Ianto, magic and a dragon. I'd be interested to know what fantasy series you've read and if any have influence you as I'm a fan of several.
I am a big fantasy fan. I think my favorite fantasy novel of all time is "Tigana" by Guy Gavriel Kay. Part of it is this love story that's pretty much doomed from the start, and it's incredibly sad. I'm also a big fan of RA Salvatore's "Dark Elf" novels, and Tad Williams' "Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn" series. Anything Pern is a must as well. And I'm a closet Doc Savage fan, but that's more sci-fi than fantasy.

I don't know if any of them influence me, but I could be wrong. I don't think anyone's ever commented on my style being close to any one author.

I do recommend "Tigana" to anyone though. It's certainly a must read for me, I read it at least once a year.
The Dragon approves :)

I hope they aren't in too much danger ...
Yes, she certainly does. And she loves Jack as much as she loves Ianto.

As for danger...let's just say the angst factor sort of ramps up in the next couple of chapters.