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The Breaking - Chapter Twenty-Eight

The Breaking - Chapter Twenty-Eight
Author: Milady Dragon
Artist: Madbottoms
Beta: Totally4ryo
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Toshiko/Kathy, pre-Alice Carter/Patrick Delaware, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan
Warnings: Language, Violence, Child Endangerment, Temporary Character Death
Spoilers: Up through S3, "Children of Earth".
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better...and so I rewrite it so it might make more sense.
Author's note:  This is "The Breaking", the Dragon-Verse rewrite of "Children of Earth".  I have changed the date to reflect the fact that school doesn't start in Great Britain until September, and not the original airing date.  This was written for the Long Live Ianto Big Bang Round Two.

SummaryThe Fae are watching.  The children are chanting.  Can Torchwood stop the end of the world?




19 September 2009

                                  

Jack couldn’t express just how worried he was about Ianto.

His dragon was overly protective; case in point his coming to Jack’s rescue despite his own injuries. But that self-same dragon had just fallen asleep with his head in Jack’s lap, without any arguing about it. It scared him that Ianto could make himself so vulnerable, even if it was just him and Martha and Tom present. UNIT was out there, possibly close by, and yet there the dragon was, sprawled out on the ground, lost to the world around him.

“I don’t think I’ve seen him this hurt before,” he admitted, glancing up at his friends as they sat next to the pair.

Martha cocked her head at him. “Has he ever told you about the time he and I were in Japan, hiding from the Master’s troops?”

“No,” Jack admitted. There were so many things about that Year that both of them had purposely blocked out, and he hadn’t asked too many questions about Ianto’s time travelling the world with Martha.

The young woman settled closer to Tom, who put his arm around her. “Well,” she began, “we’d been travelling for about five months when we made it to Japan. We told the story the Doctor had wanted us to, and had arranged to take a ship out of Nemuro, on Hokkaido, and then we’d planned to sail the Pacific Rim, making stops along the way. The Resistance had managed to get us connections from Tokyo and up through the main part of the island, and then over to Hokkaido. The problem was, the day we were scheduled to leave the Master’s troops showed up and began looking for us.

“We don’t know how they found out we were there, but suddenly we were pretty much blocked into Tokyo with no way out. What made it worse was that there were rumours that the Valiant was on its way to Japan, and everyone knew that was bad news.”

Jack found himself mesmerised by Martha’s story. He could imagine them, dodging soldiers and trying to find a way out. He’d known how much danger they’d been in, and suddenly he was so very grateful that Ianto had managed to find Martha and to join her on her quest.

“Anyway,” she continued, “we finally managed to get away from Japan, even though Ianto hadn’t risked taking on his dragon form, well, for lots of reasons. But the most important part of them was he didn’t dare. By the time we’d reached our ship he’d been shot ten times.”

The sadness in Martha’s eyes fuelled Jack’s own, but it also made him wish he could resurrect the Master and kill him all over again. To think that his mate had endured all that…it broke his heart.

“Six of those shots were what Ianto considered flesh wounds…on anyone else they would have incapacitated them. I’m sure Owen explained to you about Ianto’s physiognomy?”

“Some, yes.” Jack knew that, while Ianto’s outer skin was close to a human’s, and just as damageable, it was the epidermal layer underneath that kept the dragon from taking too much punishment.

“Well, then you’d realise that those six kinda just ricocheted off the inner layer of tough dermis he has. But those last four…he carried those bullets until we finally got stowed on board the ship waiting for us.   They were some sort of armour-piercing bullet, and they managed to tear through both layers of skin and lodge inside his body.” Martha took a deep breath. “One in his upper chest, one in the abdomen, one in his thigh…and the other in his back. Jack, if he’d been human he would have been paralysed. But his bones are practically unbreakable, and not even those special bullets could scratch them. But, I had to take them out myself, and I had to do it while he was awake, because he was afraid he might reflexively change back into his dragon form while unconscious…”

“And if he did that,” Jack finished, his voice choked in horror, “you’d never get the bullets out, not with those scales.” It took a lot to hurt his dragon’s scales.

Martha nodded. Her skin looked grey under her usual dark complexion. “Yeah. And if he’d changed back to human, I would have had to reopen those wounds. I couldn’t do that to him, he’s my friend…”

Jack wanted nothing more than to hug her, but he didn’t want to move the dragon’s head from his lap. “You did the right thing, Martha.” He could understand why his mate had never told him that story; it was far too terrible to recall, let alone share with someone.

She gave him a weak smile, leaning more heavily into her husband’s embrace. Tom’s arm tightened around her. “I know, but it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. And, until today, I thought it was the worst I’d seen Ianto hurt. But this…it’s not the injuries themselves, it’s the accumulation that’s so horrible.” She sighed. “At least I know he won’t die from these. He’s going to have a long recovery, but he will recover.”

“How long did it take, back in Japan?” he whispered. He thought back on Ianto’s comment about being injured worse than this, and shuddered.

“After the surgery was done? He changed back to his dragon form and slept for three days straight. After that, it took him about two weeks to fully heal.   At least he was asleep when the Master wiped Japan off the map. It was one thing he didn’t have to see.” There was a growl in her voice that would have made his dragon proud.

“These injuries aren’t that easily healed, as strange as that sounds,” Tom said. “But he will be fine.”

“I know.” And he did, deep inside where it meant the most. “As for now, we’re stuck here, waiting for Rhys’ friend to come and pick us up.” And they were out of the action, he didn’t say.

“That is not so, Undying One.”

Jack would have jumped if he hadn’t had a lap full of sleeping dragon. He, as well as Martha and Tom, all turned as one to stare at the Fae who stood there, wings beating lazily. It was wearing the remains of a school uniform, one that Jack recognised immediately.

“You could warn a person when you’re gonna do that,” he groused, although it was without heat.

The Fae grinned, showing what had to have been every feral tooth in its head. It looked very pleased with itself. “Then I would not have as much fun.”

Oh, so Jasmine was now a wise arse. Just wonderful.

“What did you mean by that?” Martha asked, sitting up straight.

“I mean, dragon friend,” the Fae answered, “that the Fae owe the Undying One and his mate a favour. This is how we repay it.”

“A favour?” Jack was confused for a second, and then realisation dawned. “For the little boy at Thames House.”

“As you say. We took him to the Lost Lands, where he will be happy and cared-for. You have saved a child, and for that we are in your debt.”

Jack hadn’t expected that when Ianto had suggested the attempted rescue of the poor kid tied to the 456. He wondered if his mate had considered it.   “How are you going to repay the debt?” he asked, resting his hand protectively over the dragon’s snout.

“If you would risk the Lost Lands, we can aid in your travel to the Valley of the Dragon,” the Fae answered. “There is still much to do, and you cannot do it if you are here. We will pave your way.”

Jack stared at the Fae, shocked beyond belief at the offer. If it meant they could get back to the team faster, then he felt ready to risk it. However, he couldn’t speak for the others, so he glanced at Martha and Tom.

“Don’t even say it, Jack” Martha ordered, pointing her finger at him. “We’re going with you, and that’s that.”

Tom didn’t say anything, but he nodded his agreement.

Jack smiled at them gratefully. He’d have felt responsible of they’d stayed and UNIT had caught up with them. Then he asked the Fae, “What about Ianto? I don’t think he’s going to be waking up anytime soon.”

“We can bear the Ancient One. He is of magic, and Earth, and therefore a part of him exists within our lands. He will be welcome. However, it is less simple to escort humans, and there is risk for your companions, Undying One. They must be made aware of that.”

“Martha? Tom?” Jack wanted them to understand that they didn’t have to follow him, that they would wait for the lorry to arrive and drive back to Ddraig Llyn without any condemnation from him.

Martha just snorted. “Please. I might be tooting my own horn, but I’m the Nightingale. I walked the world in order to save it. What’s taking a stroll through a magical land full of Fae and other things I don’t have a clue about?”

Tom smiled proudly. “And this is only one of the many reasons I married her.”

Jack shook his head, grinning despite himself. “I think we’re all in,” he said to the Fae.

The creature nodded, and there was something in those alien eyes that Jack interpreted as respect. “Very well, humans. We shall fulfil our debt.” Wings beating rapidly, the Fae launched itself into the air, and the overwhelming scent of roses filled the air.

Jack’s last thought as the world vanished around them was to have Rhys call his friend and cancel their ride.

**********

The tension in the secondary Hub was so thick Alice felt as if she was walking against high tide.

She could understand it, though. Not only were things finally coming to a head, but both Jack and Ianto weren’t there, and it didn’t help that Ianto was severely injured according to Owen. Her chest ached at the thought of her Dad and Tad out there, one of them hurt, running from UNIT and waiting for transportation that might get them to the valley before all hell broke loose.

The twelve-year-old inside her was kicking and screaming for her fathers. It was all she could do not to bend to temptation, and instead Alice kept whatever calm she had wrapped around her like a tattered coat, needing to remain collected enough to handle what else might come down the road at them.

At least she had her family, and in most particularly Patrick. Her boyfriend – and that term made her cringe just a little, because it was such a teenager term and she was long past that – was sitting at the desk, staring at the third of the computer screens that had been set up. It was crowded with both Patrick and Toshiko sitting at the workstation, but they moved as if they’d done this before. Perhaps they had; truthfully she’d not stepped foot inside the Torchwood Hub, so she had no idea how the team usually worked.

There was a line between Patrick’s brows as he concentrated on whatever he was seeing. Alice knew that Toshiko had asked him to keep an eye on troop movements while she and Owen worked on the Archangel Network. Alice felt a small swell of pride knowing that she’d come up with the bones of the plan they were working on, but she still felt pretty useless. But honestly, there was really nothing she could do. She wasn’t a scientist, or a doctor, or a weapons expert or anything that would be able to help at this moment. Yes, she had the powers that the Air Dragon had gifted her before he’d disappeared, but they weren’t at all what the situation called for.

Alice found herself out in the kitchen, taking fresh mugs down from the cupboard and pouring two cups of coffee from the heated carafe that Deborah had prepared earlier. At least she could keep them caffeinated while they worked.

She took the mugs out into the lounge, sitting one down at Toshiko’s elbow. Her friend looked up at her and thanked her, smiling tiredly. Toshiko looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes and her shoulders slumped, and Alice made a mental note to have someone give her a shoulder rub or something to help with the tension in the technician’s back and neck from sitting at that station for the last several days without a lot of rest. She might even put a bug in Kathy’s ear when this was over.

Patrick’s hand touched hers as she gave him his mug. He smiled at her, and it was tired thing but it was also genuine. “Thanks,” he murmured, taking a sip and sighing. “Has anyone told you lately that you’re an angel?”

Alice found her face heating up at the compliment. “How’s it going?” she asked, changing the subject.

He sighed, turning back to the screen. On it was a large map of the United Kingdom, with coloured markings in various places. “It’s confusing the crap out of me,” he admitted. “Look, I was in the Army. Sure, it was in the US but tactics are pretty much the same in times of high threat status, which we are, even though the government is intent on covering this up. And, let’s face it, their cover story sucks.”

Alice couldn’t argue with that sentiment one bit.         

“Now, there’s UNIT,” he went on. “Okay, their movements have been as confusing as hell since this whole mess started. But, since last night, there’s been far more movement than before. Now, Tosh’s hacking has provided us with an agenda: they’re preparing in case they need to collect the children after all. It just seems like they’re acting…panicked, and I don’t know why. The 456 haven’t made any moves even though Ianto blew their ambassador to hell and gone.”

Alice felt pride warm her. “He’s really a bad arse, isn’t he?”

Patrick grinned like a loon. “Oh yeah, without a doubt. And believe me when I say my family is made up of badasses and I know one when I see one.”

She did; Patrick had given her an overview of just who he was related to, and it made her realise just how cut out he was for Torchwood. “You come from good genetic stock then,” she quipped, smirking.

Patrick rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Anyway, it’s just UNIT here in Britain that are acting like their commanders are chickens with their heads cut off. I’ve checked other countries and everything is as status quo as it can get with the children mysteriously chanting. The US is at Threat Level Orange, which means they’re taking it very seriously, and they have the military on alert. Other countries are the same, treating this like a terrorist threat even if they don’t know just how right they are. Oh, and the SHIELD helicarrier is on the move, and I can’t help but think this has to do with certain phone calls Jack made to my family. If he’d clued my Dad in, then next on the phone list would have been Uncle Phil.”

“Delaware,” Owen’s voice interrupted them, “you’re the only bastard who has family important enough to have an entire spy organisation come to your rescue.” The medic came into the room from where he’d set up his equipment, carrying a PDA.

Patrick snorted. “Maybe, but if Jack told Dad just a small part of what’s going on, then SHIELD would have wanted to get involved anyway. My folks know I can take care of myself and they wouldn’t be so concerned that they’d have sent Nick Fury out to find me. No, they’re coming because of the children, and they’ll also be giving the Prime Minister a word or two on the subject when they get here.”

Alice knew that Patrick would never call in his family to fight his own battles, and was proud of him for it. “So what UNIT is doing isn’t making any sense then,” she said, getting the conversation back on track.

“Yeah.” He ran his hand through his hair. “They are deploying but if there’s a pattern to it I can’t guess it.”

“You’ll get it,” she said confidently, looping her arm about his shoulder.

“You know,” he said looking up at her, a soft smile on his face, “I could kiss you right now.”

“Oh God please no,” Owen moaned.

There was a muffled sound from Toshiko that Alice interpreted as stifled laughter. “I hope you have the final readings for me,” she said, not turning. “I need to finish the upgrades on the neural network before we can even think about broadcasting.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen griped, tapping her on the shoulder with the PDA he held.

Toshiko reached back and retrieved it, thanking him and then favouring him with a teasing smile. “You really are a closet romantic, Owen.”

“Fuck no,” the medic said, spearing Alice with a glare when she couldn’t keep her own laughter back at the offended expression on his face. “Romance is for losers. And I am not a loser.”

“I’ll remember that the next time Diane comes to visit,” Patrick said slyly. “I’m not so sure she’d agree with you.”

Alice had yet to meet Owen’s mysterious, long-distance relationship, but she’d been surprised to hear about it when she’d been told. Owen didn’t seem like the sort to settle down with a woman living in Alaska, of all places. That was quite possibly as long-distance as a person could get.

“Yeah, she would,” Owen snarked, “because there’s nothing more embarrassing than acting all mushy and sugary sweet on someone. Diane and I have the only adult relationship in this motley crew.”

“If you say so,” Toshiko chuckled.

“I do, and everyone knows I’m a genius, so shut up.” With a flounce that would have done Jack proud, Owen left the room, heading back into the makeshift medical room where his equipment had been set up.

All three of them cackled after he’d gone, his mock-irate cursing the only thing they could hear from the acerbic doctor. Alice quite liked Owen; despite his harsh exterior she knew was the true heart of a doctor, and she also knew he hadn’t always been that way. Personally, she was glad that she’d never met the bastard that had existed before.

Then Patrick began cursing.

That had both Alice and Toshiko staring at him. While Alice didn’t quite know what his screen was showing him, there was obviously movement going on where there hadn’t been before.

Toshiko also cursed, spinning back to her own screen. The lines of code that had been on it suddenly was gone, replaced by a window that had various documents displayed within it. “UNIT’s mobilised,” she said angrily.


Chapter Twenty-Nine






Comments

**shakes fist** UNITTTT!!!!!!
Oh, that's such a sinister sounding final sentence!
& in this chapter: the Fae to the rescue.
impossible things do happen ^_^

I love that SHIELD (& StarGate) is part of this 'verse

Edited at 2014-02-05 03:39 am (UTC)
Loved the update! I hope the team is able to end the threat before UNIT carries out what ever hair brained plan they have.
It does beg the question though, why is UNIT England behaving in such a strange manner, maybe they have been compromised??? Ianto rocks, even in his sleep! :)
Bloody UNIT!
Fae + Magic= 10
UNIT=0
Patrick & his gang: 8 (only cause they don't know about DragonIanto and the Fae)

Yep the Fae will pull out that can of magic whoopass on UNIT and the 456. Now I need my chips and popcorn so I can sit back and read the fun!! :D :D :D
The Fae are helped Ianto and Jack. Better.
Now it is hoped that their trip in this world will not be too difficult for Martha and Tom.

Owen: LOL I think his reaction is made to lighten the mood. it works every time!

SHIELD arrives. I wonder what it's going to .... I confess I do not know the series.
In any case, I hope that the Unit will pay the price! and Frobisher and other idiots.

Nobody can already massaging the shoulders of Tosh? it would do him good.
Oh I'm so relieved Ianto's going to recover! Nice description of Jasmine now that her transformation seems to be complete, and I also love how you can make me feel both the tension and the laughter among the team at the Secondary Hub.

Can't wait to find out what happens next!