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Time Trap - Chapter Seven

Time Trap - Chapter Seven
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones; Patrick Delaware/Alice Carter; Martha Jones/Tom Milligan; Arthur (Harkness-Jones) Pendragon/Merlin Williams-Song; Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (Past); Owen Harper/Diane Holmes; John Hart/Cadi Harkness-Jones
Warnings: Language, Violence, Mpreg, Angst, Time Travel, Perceived Character Death
Spoilers: Up through Torchwood Series Three, through Agents of SHIELD Season One, for Captain America: The Winter Soldier, none really for Merlin, Doctor Who, and Sarah Jane Adventures.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.  Nor do I own Merlin, Doctor Who, anything in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or the Sarah Jane Adventures.  Oh, or Josh Gates either, although I'd kinda like to.

Author's note:  This is the sequel to the story, "Decisions", and is a crossover between the Dragon-Verse Post-Series and the Future Adventures.  It's also "Captain America: The Winter Soldier" compliant and "Agents of SHIELD" season one compliant.

SummaryTorchwood London gets a surprise...a displaced time traveller who is the double for a long dead friend.  Meanwhile, the Cardiff Hub also plays host to a visitor that is somehow linked to the man in London.  Who is he, and what does his presence mean for the timelines?

3 June 2014


“I’m here to pick up a passenger,” Hart said as Mickey searched him. He was being rough about it, but the ex-Time Agent seemed to be enjoying the manhandling. “I understand you have a certain visitor from the 52nd century hidden around here somewhere.”

Patrick frowned. This was just too surreal. “And how do you know him?” he demanded, his thumb softly stroking his gun’s safety on and off…on and off…trying very hard to push down the urge to just shoot Hart on principle.

“Never met him,” Hart admitted cheerfully. He jerked as Mickey poked under his ubiquitous Napoleonic-ear jacket. “Hey, watch it sweet cheeks, I’m ticklish!”

Mickey didn’t even react. But then, he was used to Jack’s behaviour, so anything Hart brought out would just roll off Patrick’s secondary team leader’s back.

“What do you mean,” Jack growled, “you’ve never met him?”

“Nope,” Hart said, smacking at Mickey’s wrist. “I’m doing this as a favour for the sister of my girlfriend, ‘cause I like my family jewels right where they are, and I don’t want to give up all the fantastically kinky sex I’ve been getting lately.”

Ah, there was that headache Patrick thought he’d gotten rid of. “And that has to do with what, exactly?” There was something off about this story, and it wasn’t just because it was coming from John fucking Hart.

“Try to keep up, gorgeous! Your Shieldsman is my girlfriend’s uncle, and she knew I had a working Vortex Manipulator, so she kinda talked me into coming back and picking him up. Her sister gave me a code phrase to identify myself with. In exchange…” Hart shrugged, leering. “Let’s just say my lady’s got it in spades, and I intend to collect the debt in sexual favours…which she’s always glad to pay up.” He gave Josh a smouldering glance, his eyes dragging up his body despite the gun that was still pointing in the direction of Hart’s head. “Too bad I can’t take you back with me, tall, dark, and dangerous; because I bet she’d gladly offer a threesome if I had you along for the ride.”

Josh’s slow, pleased grin was a treat to see. “I’m being hit on by a dick.”

“Just when you thought your life was complete,” Mickey remarked as he stepped away from Hart, all sorts of weapons in his arms. He began shoving them into the backpack he always carried with him.

“I know!”

“Say that we believe you,” Jack cut in, his eyes glittering in suspicion, “then just how did he get back here?”

“I only know what I was told, and it wasn’t much,” Hart admitted. “Something happened at the Imperial Palace, and wham!” He clapped his hands together sharply, and to the team’s credit no one jumped at the sudden noise. “Our little lost lamb is gone. Apparently I don’t need to know a lot to be a temporal shuttle service.”

There was something that rang hollow in Hart’s story, but Patrick couldn’t tell what. “You’re going to have to be a hell of a lot more convincing if you think we’re handing just anyone over to you.”

“Did anyone ever tell you paranoia is sexy?”

Patrick wasn’t about to lower himself to Hart’s level. “Give me one good reason why I should give you anything, let alone a person you don’t even know.”

Hart stared at him for a few seconds, and then he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I can’t.” He seemed genuinely disappointed that he couldn’t answer.

Jack stared at him shrewdly. “Timelines?”

“I might be an arse,” Hart admitted, “but even I try to keep to the laws of Time, Jack. You know that.”

Patrick glanced at his father-in-law. Jack nodded slightly at his look, enough of a confirmation for him that Hart was actually telling the truth for a change. He didn’t appear happy about it, which told Patrick more than it probably should. Jack Harkness might dislike John Hart intensely, but there was still a history there; they’d known each other for a long time, had run a lot of missions together as Time Agents. For Jack, Hart was what he could have become if not for the Doctor and Rose Tyler, and for him it was as if he was looking into a warped mirror, seeing himself as he was meant to be instead of what he was now.

Ianto didn’t believe that, of course. Patrick had been a witness to a couple such conversations on that subject, and knew his other father-in-law had very deep feelings about his mate’s destiny. To Ianto, this was how Jack was supposed to be, and not however badly he saw himself. Alice agreed with Ianto, as did Patrick and pretty much everyone in Cardiff, London, and Glasgow who were acquainted well enough with their Director to be aware of just how good a man he was.

Ianto and Alice could both become quite fierce on the topic.

Jack’s stance on timelines was something he would not budge from. It had become ingrained with his indoctrination into the Time Agency reinforced by his travels with the Doctor, and Patrick had to guess that Hart had been through the same sort of indoctrination. No matter how corrupt the Agency became, there were rules, according to Jack, that they simply would not break.

Patrick had to accept it; they weren’t going to get anything else out of Hart about their visitor.

Jack had stepped away, his phone up to his ear. Patrick didn’t even have to hear any part of the conversation to know that he was calling his mate, to explain to Ianto what was going on. He’d noticed that about the pair; how they always relied on each other to bring things into focus, tossing ideas at one another until a picture could be intimated by whatever small bits of information they had. They also included the team in on these sessions, and it was one of the many reasons Patrick loved working for Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones: their willingness to include and adapt to their teams’ opinions.

But this conversation didn’t seem to last very long at all.

Patrick didn’t miss Jack suddenly going pale, his entire body completely still as if any movement would disturb whatever thoughts were roiling in his head. Mickey also noticed, as did Hart; Josh, seeing that everyone was distracted, moved just enough to glance over at their boss while keeping his gun firmly pointed at Hart’s nose.

Jack was unnaturally still for so long Patrick wasn’t even sure his father-in-law was still breathing. But just as everyone began staring at him, he jerked forward a half-step, and barked, “Keep him there. I’ll call you back.” He disconnected the call so hard it was a wonder he didn’t break either his finger, or the screen of his phone.

Then he glared at Hart, who managed to pull off innocent despite Patrick knowing better. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t me,” he exclaimed, crossing his arms and pouting.

Instead of arguing the point, Jack growled, “We should get back to base.” He didn’t even bother giving any other directions; he simply stormed past the group and toward the roof access door.

Something was up.

“Handcuff him and let’s get the hell out of here,” Patrick sighed.

“Cuffs? Really?” Hart actually appeared to like the idea. He held his hands out for Mickey, who had taken a zip tie out of his jacket pocket. “Oh, now those are just cheap knock-offs,” Hart complained, yet he acquiesced to his hands being bound together. ‘Do you know how hard it is to have a good time in zip-cuffs?”

“I’m sure I wouldn’t know,” Mickey grumbled, cinching them just a bit tighter than they needed to be judging from Hart’s wordless shout.

“We better catch up with Jack,” Josh suggested. He lowered his gun, but he didn’t put the weapon away. Good man.

“Let’s go.” Mickey grabbed Hart by the arm and practically dragged him away, the time traveller making lewd comments about rough sex all the way.

Patrick followed, Josh falling into step beside him. “You got a clue what’s bugging our fearless leader? Besides the fact that his asshole seems to know what buttons to push.”

“No idea,” Patrick shrugged. “Something must be going on back in Cardiff. And even that weren’t the case, Jack would still be pissed off at Hart just on general principles.”

“Yeah, I read the report.” Josh held the door open for Patrick, pulling it shut once they were in the stairwell. From below, Patrick could still hear Hart griping. “Do you believe his reason for being here?”

“Strangely, I do.” Their footsteps on the concrete almost drowned out Hart’s strident voice. “And I’m pretty sure Jack does, too. It’s just a bizarre enough story that it could very well be plausible.” He rubbed his forehead. “We all know Jack comes across as flighty to complete strangers, but we’ve been witness to just how quickly he can put things together. He had that look on his face when he vanished back downstairs…that he was working things out. I don’t know what’s going on in Cardiff, but I think Jack thinks it’s connected with Hart…and with our visitor.”

“Coincidence doesn’t go hand in hand with this job,” Josh commented. “We’d better hurry before they leave without us.”

Patrick snorted. “Yeah, and just because I have the keys doesn’t mean crap.” He knew for a fact that Mickey could hotwire pretty much any vehicle, and Jack had his wrist strap. The SUV’s dead lock seals wouldn’t stand a chance.

They were in the lobby and close to the building’s front doors – and being stared at with varying expressions of curiosity, awe, and terror – when Patrick’s comm chimed.

He reached up and activated it. “What’s up?” he asked, pushing the glassed-in door open and holding it for Josh, who was also toggling on his own comm.

“We got an energy signal near Piccadilly,” Martha’s voice reported. “I’m taking Tom, Eion, and Clyde to check it out.”

“Okay. Keep me posted.”

“Will do.” The faint click of the comm turning off signalled Martha disconnecting.   

“That leaves Clint, Luke, Tish, and Rani in the Hub,” Josh commented, climbing into the rear of the SUV along with Mickey and Hart, who was sprawling as much as possible as if daring either man to say something about it...or to offer to sit in his lap.

“We definitely need to get back,” Jack said, and Patrick knew he’d overheard the comm call as well.

“Only one there with any real weapons training,” Mickey mused, pushing Hart’s leg aside.

Patrick knew immediately what Mickey was getting at: if someone was coming back to take Pendragon, this would have been the perfect time. With the place empty, anyone could strike and, while Patrick trusted Clint with his life, if the four there were outnumbered…

He got behind the wheel, and managed to break every traffic law on the books in his rush to get back to the Hub2, while calling in every team member he could get in touch with.

As it was, they were too late.

Chapter Eight



"As it was, they were too late."
but how!?!
What happened?

Aaaaargh! Now I gotta wait until next chapter to find out. :(

Hart & the Princess of the Human Empire?!?
Guess that's one way to keep Future Torchwood, or anyone else, from doing anything to him....I don't trust him
You know I love me a cliffhanger! *grins*

Oh no, the Imperial Family would never let Hart close enough to the Royal Heir like that! Hart's currently messing around with one of Anwyn's sisters...as in, one of Jack and Ianto's daughters! I don't really address that relationship here, but I will be writing about it at some point. :)
"messing around with one of Anwyn's sisters"
Please, please tell me you're joking!
Why? how?!? That's just insane!
oh, you better be writing an explanation for that as I'm really curious why Future!Ianto didn't roasted him on the spot or Jack shoot him.
Can you tell I'm not much of a fan of John Hart's? ^_^

Enjoying this series a lot! :)
Jack and Ianto try to pretend they don't know their daughter is messing around with Hart, and are just grateful that she hasn't claimed him for her mate. *laughs8
but that means he might know how to kill a dragon!
I'm not sure I like the Future much...

Ha! If you're writing it, I'm reading it - future TW or not. :)
No one would willingly put that sort of knowledge in John Hart's hands!

More up shortly. :)
Well that ending didn't sound good. Can't wait to see what happens next
Awesome! I was going for bad. Glad that worked! *laughs*
NOES!!!!! Too late...too late for what, how, who...?
Um...too late for the cookies that Luke had in the oven? *looks innocent*

We'll see....
*gulp* That last sentence sounds foreboding...
Yay! I was going for foreboding...*grins*
Wait... What?! Too late! Don't leave us hanging! 😵😵
But you know how much I love me a good cliffhanger! *grins*