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The Breaking - Chapter Thirty-Two - Complete

The Breaking - Chapter Thirty-Two
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.

A/N2:  And now, the end of the story I affectionately nicknamed The Monster.  It took about six months of writing to finish it, and I do hope it was worth it.  Thank you, everyone, for your support on this.  But I really don't think I could have done it all without my beta, Totally4ryo, who was my number one cheerleader on this.  Also, thanks to Madbottoms for the fabulous art pieces that she created for this.

Next up...I won't be posting anything again for a couple of weeks.  I'm going to Gallifrey One next weekend, and I need to work on a few things.  Then I'll be going back to Series Two, so look for that.  I also am working on the story for Idycat1170, and she as requested a future fic in this universe.  So be on the lookout for those. 

Anyway, here's the last chapter of "The Breaking".  Hope you enjoy!  And, if you are interested in a PDF of this, just head on over to my AO3 profile and help yourself.

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




20 September 2009

The End

The party was in full swing as Alice made her way toward the large tent set up on the village green, where she knew Ianto had been settled into until he was healed enough to change back into human form. Where Ianto was, Jack would be, and she wanted to just be with both of her fathers, glad that events were finally over and they could relax for a bit.

Her Dad had already had a talk with her about revealing her position during an armed stand-off, and Alice had taken the words to heart. To be honest she hadn’t even realised she’d stood up before the Army private had shot at her, she’d used her ability to control the wind even without thinking, and had barely managed to blow the bullet off course before Patrick had come to her defence. It had given her a warm feeling when he’d called her his ‘girlfriend’, which hadn’t quite sounded as secondary schoolish as ‘boyfriend’ for some reason, and his willingness to let her fight her own battles had made her feel less like a damsel in distress and more like a fully-fledged member of the team. Still, she had Steven to consider, and she vowed that she’d try to keep herself out of harms’ way in the future.

The residents of Ddraig Llyn milled around her as she got closer to the tent. Alice truly did feel at home there, although it wasn’t in her to move to the valley permanently. She couldn’t, even if it was a better environment for her son. The real world could still intrude, and it wasn’t in her nature to hide them away from everything out there beyond the mountains. Besides, if she was truthful Alice knew that she’d get bored within a month. She needed to be out there, just as much as Steven did. Ddraig Llyn was a nice place to visit, but it was too boring to live in.

Her Dad was indeed within the tent, propped up against her Tad’s side as the dragon slept, head curled up on his muscled front legs. There was a paleness to his normally vibrant green scales, but Alice knew he was on the road to recovery. Yes, seeing him there, one wing bound tightly to his back and the still-visibly marks of damage traced on his scales as if someone had taken a black Sharpie and had drawn on the scorch marks was a bit hard to accept.

The rest of the Torchwood team was there, which didn’t surprise her. The entire team tended to hang around together, even when they were off duty. The only one missing was Toshiko; she’d decided to go back to Cardiff that morning, wanting to see her spouse and not willing to wait for anyone else to go with her.

Martha and Tom had also left, borrowing a car from one of the villagers. Martha had gotten the recall to UNIT not even half an hour after the soldiers had been ordered back to their bases. The call had come from Brigadier Winifred Bambera herself, asking for Martha and Tom’s help in her housecleaning of UNIT, and they had agreed.

The rest of the team were going to head home in the morning, Patrick saying he should really return the car he and Alice had stolen and then retrieve her vehicle from the Cardiff Airport. Besides, with the crisis past Steven would need to head back to school.

Steven hadn’t been very happy to hear that.

The only one not going back to Cardiff was Ianto. He couldn’t change his shape, not with the injuries he had, and so he was pretty much stuck there. Alice knew that her Dad had wanted to stay as well, but there was far too much to do for him not to go back.   She felt bad; she knew them both so well, knew that one wasn’t truly happy without the other close by, but there were times when there just wasn’t any way around it. She’d have to keep a close eye on Dad, and thought she should invite him over to stay until her Tad was well enough to travel.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jack called out to her.

Alice squeezed herself through the gathered teammates – no, family – and managed to find a place to sit next to her Dad, leaning carefully back against her Tad’s warm side. The way the dragon was lying put his damaged wing out of the way, but she still didn’t want to risk hurting him anymore than he already was. “Hey, Dad.”

He looked strange in the ‘normal’ clothes he was currently wearing, and not in his usual 40’s gear. Alice had to wonder if this was what he would have looked like if Torchwood hadn’t gotten in the way of him living his life.  

But then, chances were he wouldn’t have been her Dad then, and she wouldn’t have a dragon for a Tad. No, that wasn’t something she wanted to consider.

Jack draped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her against him. “I’m sorry you got dragged into his,” he apologised.

“No need,” she answered, resting her head on his shoulder. “This is how things are, and I’ve accepted that.” She had, although it had taken a while for her to do so.

Torchwood would always be in their lives. While once that would have made her furious, now she understood it, and the respect for her two fathers had come after that understanding had made itself known.

“Besides,” she went on, grinning, “didn’t you hear Patrick? I’m a bad arse.”

Jack chuckled. “And you come by that quite honestly, too.” He sighed. “So, you and Patrick, huh?”

She smacked him playfully in the chest. “Yes…me and Patrick.”

“Good,” he murmured. “He’ll treat you and Steven right.”

Alice thought so, too.

“You two look comfortable,” Estelle said, joining them.

Alice smiled up at the older woman. She’d grown to love Estelle like a grandmother, and it had ceased to be awkward that she’d once been one of her Dad’s many lovers. She’d never really get what Jack went through with his immortality, but she did know he needed companionship just like anyone else.

Moses minced his way into Alice’s lap, curling up as if it was his right to sit there. Alice shook her head at the cat’s antics, running a hand through his fur. The purr engine started up immediately.

“Have a seat,” Jack invited her.

“Actually,” Estelle said, shaking her head to decline the invitation, “I wanted to let you know that I spoke with the Witness just a short while ago.”

Alice was suddenly hit with how right that sounded, that things had come full circle. This had started with the visit by Jasmine Pierce to Estelle, to warn her about the Breaking, and now at the end of their adventure she’d returned to talk to Estelle once more.

“She asked me to tell you,” Estelle continued, “that the Fae still owed you and Ianto a debt, and that one day they would repay it in full.”

“I’m not really sure I want the Fae to owe me anything,” Jack admitted. “I don’t trust them.”

“But it never hurts to have powerful beings owe you, Dad,” Alice pointed out. “You might never have to call it in, but it’s there just in case.” She really didn’t trust the Fae either, after the stories she’d been told by Owen and Toshiko, but could see the sense of holding something over the heads of a race that might come in handy someday.

She felt her Dad shrug, and she knew he wouldn’t willingly call in that debt if he could possibly help it.

“I know, Jack,” Estelle said quietly, “and it’s fine. Just don’t let your hatred of the Fae blind you to a need you might have in the future.”

“She’s got a point, Dad.”

Jack laughed. “So, now my two best girls are ganging up on me?”

Alice jabbed him playfully in the ribs. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I should sic the pair of you on UNIT,” he threatened. “They wouldn’t dare stand in your way.”

Alice was aware that UNIT had been implicated in the attempted kidnapping of children all over the country, and that the organisation was undergoing a full investigation by the UN and the British Government...what was left of it, that was, after Her Majesty got done with it.    “At least we can pick up your clothes and belongings as we kick their arses.”

Jack snorted. “Winifred has that well in hand. I don’t know why nearly all the women I know are so scary, but it lets me sit back and watch them in action, so I can’t complain at all.”

“That does include Her Majesty I assume?” Estelle teased.

“It doesn’t matter how old she gets, Lizzie is a force of nature, especially when she finds out you’ve gone behind her back. From what she’s told me, she’s ready to kick UNIT out of the country.”

“You finally spoke to her then?” Alice asked. It still shocked her that her Dad and Tad spoke to the Queen on a regular basis.

“Yeah, and she wasn’t happy to find out all this was going on and that Green and his cronies were sending her doctored reports. They’d even kept Sir Alistair out, which I think was worse. Those two are like heterosexual life partners, I swear.”

Alice couldn’t help but laugh. It bubbled up from what felt like her toes and it took her a few minutes to get back under control. “Have you been reading TV Tropes or something?” she gasped, wiping her eyes.

“No,” Rhys answered, coming to stand beside Estelle, “that’s another thing we can blame Patrick for. Are you sure you want to date him?”

“I’m not that bad!” the aforementioned Patrick exclaimed, kneeling beside Alice and shaking his head in denial.

“You really are, mate,” Rhys accused, laughing.

“I may want to rethink this,” Alice chortled, reaching over and taking her boyfriend’s – okay, so maybe the term wasn’t quite so bad – hand.

“Anyway,” Jack went on, “It was finally the UN making noises that got Lizzie’s attention. Turns out Commodore Sullivan had poked NATO about what was going on, and the news made waves at the UN. They were aware of the demands but hadn’t known that Green and his Cabinet were actually going to go through with it, and that UNIT had been involved. She’s quite furious, of course. I understand there will be charges against them all. Oh, and a certain helicarrier is currently hovering over London, volunteering to help out.”

Patrick flinched. “Better call the parents, then. I bet I have a voice mail full of missed calls when I get my phone back from where I left it at Alice’s.”

“You know,” the dragon rumbled, “there are some of us who are trying to sleep.”

Alice glanced around her Dad, to find a pair of brilliant blue dragon eyes watching their little group. They were a bit hazy, but who knew exactly what sorts of drugs Owen had pumped him full of? She’d seen the large-bore needles the medic had had to use in order to inject the local anaesthetic in her Tad’s wing joint before resetting it. The noise of the joint going back into place was something she never wanted to hear again, along with the roar of agony.

“Yeah,” Owen’s acerbic voice floated over to the group. “Quit waking up the dragon and have your conversations elsewhere.

Alice couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty over waking up her injured Tad, and it must have shown in her face because Ianto gave her a small smile. “It’s fine,” he said, “I think I’ve slept enough for the time being.”

“You better be all rested up for tomorrow,” Rhys warned, “because I managed to contact my friend at Harwood’s and he’s willing to come here to pick up the ‘load’. And by load I mean one banged-up dragon. It won’t be comfortable but at least we can get you home.”

Alice was glad that he wouldn't have to be staying there without her Dad, and her body moved with the deep sigh Ianto let out at the news. “Thank you, Rhys. I really didn’t want to have to stay here until I could change shape.”

“And this way we can at least set you up in the back garden,” Jack added. He looked happier than Alice had seen him in…well, since the last time she’d seen him before all of this had started.

“Will your friend freak out when he sees Ianto?” Deborah asked, bringing up a tray full of mugs, the strong smell of coffee wafting around the group.

“I notice no one asked me that when I arranged the original pick up,” Rhys exclaimed. “But no, he’s a part of the local Cardiff coven. He’s seen a lot of shit you wouldn’t believe. Besides, Mam knows him and will vouch for him.”

“And if he does,” Jack said, “there’s always Retcon.”

It was a tribute to the fact that Alice was aware that Retcon was last resort for her Dad that she didn’t even react to the comment.

Deborah passed out the mugs, with Ianto looking at them pitifully. “None for you, Dragon Boy,” Owen ordered. “You’re on enough meds and caffeine will only mess you up further.”

“Besides,” Deborah said, “there isn’t a dragon-sized mug anywhere around.”

The dragon sighed, sounding very much put upon, and the rest of the team laughed.

“We’ll have a lot to do when we get back to Cardiff,” Jack reminded them, “but for now I just want to say how proud I am of all of you. It’s been an impossible week and you’ve all handled it magnificently.”

Alice could swear she saw tears in her Dad’s eyes, and she reached up and grasped the hand that was up on her shoulder. She squeezed it, and Jack leaned over and kissed her forehead.

“If you don’t mind,” Owen said, “I don’t think you need to be doing any of that mushy stuff around me. I might catch something.”

“Like cooties?” Patrick joked.

“Or a soul,” Rhys added, grinning.

‘Fuck off the lot of you,” the medic growled.

Alice couldn’t help but laugh. The others did too, all at Owen’s expense, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

**********

Jack watched as the sun set behind the mountains, wrapping a borrowed coat around himself as the chill began to set in.

He and Ianto were the only ones left on the green; the entire village, after having served a massive dinner that had been shared by everyone, had eventually all retired to their homes, wishing them good night. Jack had thanked them all, grateful for these people more than he could say. He knew, as long as Ddraig Llyn was standing, that he would have a home there, one that was unconditional and would always accept him.

He’d never really had that before…not that he could remember, at least.

Jack sighed, leaning back against his mate’s side. Ianto’s steady breathing wasn’t deep enough to indicate he was asleep, even though Jack knew that the dragon had to have been exhausted.

“Tomorrow we go back to Cardiff,” he murmured. “Goddess, there’s going to be so much to do…”

He wasn’t looking forward to it, especially with Ianto laid up. They were a good team, and Jack hated working without his dragon there to help.

“We’ll need to clean up our house,” the dragon said, equally quiet.

Jack flinched. He’d forgotten that MI5 had wrecked their home in search of evidence against them. “And we’ll need to arrange to have the part of the hoard you had there brought back.”

“I…I don’t know if I want it back. For someone to take a dragon’s hoard…it feels like a violation.”

The pain in Ianto’s voice had Jack wriggling closer, to comfort his mate. “I understand, but we can’t let them keep it. Even if you decide to give away what was taken, it’s not right that they get the use of it, not after what they’ve done.”

Ianto sighed. “You’re right, of course. Perhaps I should put it up for auction, and start a new hoard.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Jack closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment. “In fact, maybe we should start our own hoard…together.”

The dragon was silent for a long time, and Jack would have guessed he’d finally fallen asleep if it weren’t for the suddenly rapid beating of his heart. “Yes,” he answered, and Jack could hear hope and joy and love all in that single word. “We are mates. Our hoards should be mingled.”

“Then it’s a plan then.”

It was silent for a while, with only the sounds of insects and the unmistakable call of Myfanwy echoing over the valley to keep them company.

But then the dragon began to sing.

The song settled deep within Jack’s bones, claiming him in ways he never thought possible. He’d thought their mating had been enough, but this was something different. He truly relaxed for the first time in days.

Things would change tomorrow. They would go back to Cardiff, and start helping to rebuild from the chaos that the last several days had caused. It would be a long process, one that Jack wasn’t looking forward to, but it would need to be done.

But, he had his family around him. They would help in the days ahead, relieving much of the burden from Jack himself and coming together to set things right. There would be meetings and arguments and far too much anger on all sides. Jack knew it would be up to him and his people to soothe ruffled feathers and to make certain those who had been behind the entire mess got what they deserved. And, in the end, they would do what was best for the people they were supposed to protect.

Somewhere, out there in space, there would come another threat, and Torchwood would be there to confront it. That was their job, one that they did without hope of reward.

But, until then, Jack would live his life with his mate and his family, and he would do everything in his power to protect them.

The dragon’s song faded off into a single, calm note, and Jack smiled.



Fin


Comments

Your stories are always so entertaining and this one is no exception. And of course your interpretation of this particular story is much more palatable.

I enjoyed it thoroughly and although it ended up bigger than you originally imagined I could have read much more.

perfect ending to a perfect dragon tale.
You took a horrible story and created this comprehensible, sensible, enjoyable tension-filled version of COE.
It's now "canon" for me. :)


Thank you for this amazing story.
I'll definitely be swiping the PDF.

Edited at 2014-02-09 01:27 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much.
Brilliant work as always.
Looking forward to more.
:D
Loved the epilogue!
I'm going to miss this fic but I'm glad you're not going to stop writing.

It's funny Ianto looking pitifully at the coffee reminded of this pic I found on the net years ago

Green Dragon
This was epically brilliant!
That was so very, very awesome. I love the way you re-worked everything so neatly, so there didn't need to be any rubbish about sacrifices, and all that.

I love your characterization of Alice. Never liked the way RTD was so damned determined to deconstruct Jack and tear away from him everything and everyone he cared about. You've done so beautifully with rejuvenating her relationship with Jack, and the creation of this whole 'Torchwood family'.

Beautiful, and I'll be looking forward to the next story, whenever it may come. I can't help but wonder, though - will we be seeing Gwen agan any time soon? As much as she irritates me, there's a certain catharsis in treating her as she deserves to be treated... ;)
That was lovely!!! Definitely well worth all the angst and suspense (have I mentioned how glad I am that you posted updates so frequently?).

I really enjoy how much singing and music plays a part in Jack and Ianto's relationship/lives :D And is that a Jay and Silent Bob reference I see?

Loved it, as per usual!!!
A brilliant, thoroughly enjoyable read but I love to read what the Queen does when she gets her crown up in a dander! Do not mess with her Jack; the ToL won't be able to handle what the Queen will do to you! Green & Company should have a nice time cooling their heels in prison after what they did.

Have a great time at Gallifrey One and I'll wait patiently for what you do next :D
OOh It's done... sad and happy at the same time.
Your dragonstory is wonderful!!!! I can't wait for the next one..there will be next ones, will there??
Been waiting for this to finish so I can download it from AO3. Looking forward to reading. Will be back with a comment or two.
K
xx
A lovely ending for a great part of a larger story. Although, methinks that either I missed a few parts or they are in the process of being written. Either way, I enjoyed having a chapter a day to look forward to. It was nice, especially after I came down from the Dilaudid I was given for my abdominal pain. I will just a have to go back to checking when I'm able to for any more new chapters in a lovely long story that is Dragon Ianto and Jack.
Very nice epilogue.
The family is gathered around Ianto.
Everyone is safe.

Patrick's family is not far ... LOL

A small question: Johnson then? she will learn what really happened?

"We are mates.Our hoards shoulds be mingled." This is the best ending to the story! I love

thank you for this beautiful sharing.
I do not know if you realize, but you made ​​us live extraordinary and wonderful moments. What you created from the series: whaou!

I love them even more than before.
Brilliant ending! I couldn't help smiling at the thought of the Helicarrier swooping in during the aftermath.

A Harknees-Jones hoard. Yes, a wonderful plan indeed. :)

One of the best CoE re-interpretations I've read! Well done! :D
...and they say never to wake a sleeping dragon. I love the conclusion to this story. It makes me feel so much better that everything and everyone is happy and going to be healthy at the end of everything. I bet HRH will be furious when she finds out Ianto is injured. I imagine she is inordinately fond of him... :)
Beautifully done as always. I love this verse and the way you write teh characters. I look forward to seeing more of your writing, either from this series or any others. Keep up the great work!
A lovely ending, a wonderfully dramatic story. Thanks you.
Fabulous! Great story and what a believable version of CoE. I could never understand why they couldn't [with all the modern tech at their disposal] use the same wave-length style weapon back to destroy the 456 without using a child [soo barbaric]. What am I saying - the list of plot holes is actually longer than the series!!
So loved Ianto's revenge!
Thank you for sharing, can't wait for more from this lovely team.
Aww! The perfect ending to a story I've loved every word of!

As always I look forward to reading whatever you come up with next, but after "The Monster" you deserve a break! Plus it'll give me time to finish a couple of ... Oh, wait, what are they called? Made of paper, used to be all the rage before this fanfiction business ... Oh! "Books"!

:-D

Anyway, amazing work! Have fun at Gallifrey One, and do some gallifreying for me too!
Perfect. Thank you.