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Lost and Found - Chapter Eight

Lost and Found - Chapter Eight
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Rowena Harkness-Jones/Henry Morgan, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (mentioned), Clint Barton/Other (mentioned), Cadi Harkness-Jones/John Hart (mentioned), Rhys Williams/Gwen Cooper (past), Others
Warnings: Implied Torture, Mpreg (mentioned), Reincarnation, Language, Violence, Angst
Spoilers: For most of the Dragon-Verse stories, some not yet written
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better. There are other things in here also that I don't own as well.

Summary: "Fucking Rift," Rhys managed to mutter, realising immediately what must have happened.

Living in Cardiff was like playing Russian Roulette: no one was safe, but the Rift more often than not dropped off instead of picked up and it was just luck of the draw when those negative spikes appeared and snatched a person away.


15 June 5119 (Earth Standard Date)

Madrina

Rhys followed the young man across the tarmac and toward the edge of the island, where there was a line of piers set up. At some where actual sailing vessels, some with broad sails and others that had only engines. They were very much like the boats that Rhys had often seen in Cardiff Bay, and if it weren’t for the fact that the sky and the sea were different from Earth’s and that he was walking beside a young person with obvious alien blood in him Rhys might have been able to convince himself that he was at home.

There was a roar overhead, and Rhys spun to watch as a ship lifted off. It was sleek, and painted a blinding white. “It’s a yacht,” Nathan explained. “Must be some rich family going somewhere.”

Nathan moved away and Rhys went with him. There were others milling around the piers; all of them races he had never seen before. It was thrilling, that he’d finally got to see other beings that weren’t hell-bent on killing him.

There were walking starfishes, intelligent horse-like aliens, a couple that resembled Old Earth satyrs, some that looked like humans but were a bright red, and so many others Rhys felt his mind boggling. And yet, Nathan ignored them all, cutting through the crowds without a single glance around them. But then, the young man was used to all of this, and Rhys hoped he would never become so jaded that he’d get used to all this variety.

It was then that he realised that he wasn’t even considering going home.

Rhys wondered when that had become his normal. That he fully didn’t expect to ever see twenty-first century Cardiff ever again. He knew there was time travel; he’d been witness to it several times since working for Torchwood. And that wasn’t even counting the Doctor, who he knew now was Merlin’s father and that Jack and Ianto had made amends with. No, lately it hadn’t even crossed his mind that he would be going back.

Nathan took them down one of the piers. The vessel that was waiting for them was obviously a submarine of some sort; it sat deep in the water, with only a bit of hull and a clear hatch showing above the waves. There was some writing on the hull, and at first Rhys couldn’t make sense of the looping script-like words but then they wiggled slightly and rearranged themselves into the words, Reefside Voyager Three.

“What the…?” he stammered in surprise.          

“Oh, sorry,” Nathan said, looking contrite. “I should’ve warned you that the translator taps directly into your brain waves and lets you read languages, too.” He then grinned. “Which makes them even more special! Merlin says it’s almost the same technology that the Doctor’s TARDIS uses when it translates for her passengers. Not quite though because the TARDIS is sentient, but still…”

Rhys shrugged. Made about as much sense as anything, and he was just glad he wouldn’t have to rely on someone reading things to him as well.

There was a ramp leading from the pier to the submarine, and Nathan took like he’d also been born part monkey, and it made it hit home for Rhys that this was, indeed, Clint Barton’s son; he’d seen the archer do things like that before so that agility had to be genetic.

Once across, Nathan opened the hatch.   Rhys followed him across more slowly, not wanting to lose his balance and end up in the drink. He did make it without much wobbling, and the young man waited until he was safely inside the ship before joining him and closing the hatch behind them.

The interior of the craft didn’t look all that high tech, to be honest. There were familiar gauges, switches, and dials, and a control yoke that looked like the one in most of the aircraft Rhys had seen. The hatch met the top of the control panel, and there was an audible hissing noise as it sealed them in…and the water out.

Nathan slid a headset on, flicking switches as he prepared their take-off.

Could it be called take-off if they were going underwater? Rhys wondered about it vaguely until Nathan radioed in that they were submerging and that their destination was the Reefside Entertainment Complex. Rhys’ heart thrilled a bit as the small submarine dropped below the surface of the water, and for the first time ever he found himself travelling under the sea.

And it was an alien sea, to boot. Rhys couldn’t help but be excited about it.

Nathan piloted the vessel as if he’d done it a million times before. Rhys considered that; he may have, since he was one of Jack and Ianto’s family, and were immortal. He hadn’t asked either Cadi or Brina about Nathan’s age. Now that he thought about it Rhys realised that he might seem young, but that looks were deceiving. Nathan could have been anywhere from the teenager he looked to thousands of years old.

He wondered if it was crass to ask.

He decided it didn’t really matter to him how old Nathan truly was.

The sunlight penetrated the water, illuminating strange fish that swam and darted around them, their colours bright and flashing in the diffused light. Rhys couldn’t help but watch as a larger fish, this one about the size of an Earth dolphin but a deep red, come right up to the submarine and match their speed. It winked at him when it noticed he was staring, and then with a flick of its powerful tail was gone into the depths.

Rhys couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s one of the native species here,” Nathan explained, a smile on his face. “There are two of them on Madrina: the ocean dwelling Sygnars, and the air breathing Tegnari. Both are really friendly races, and they’re on good terms with the Human Empire. It was the Sygnars that are sponsoring Morgan’s concerts here, since they’re really big on music.”

So were dragons, Rhys knew that. He’d been to enough karaoke bars with the team to know that. It didn’t surprise him one bit that a child of Ianto Jones was some sort of singing star.

“Morgan is pretty famous, but being invited to Madrina is an honour,” Nathan went on. He shifted the yoke forward, and the submarine’s nose dipped. “You’ll get to see one of her performances before we leave. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Nope,” he answered. “I can’t sing a note but I do appreciate good music.”

Nathan grinned. “Grandtad isn’t much into it, but he’s proud all the same. And being on tour gives me a chance to see places I’ve never been. Dad was quite a wanderer when Nicole and I were young, but he’s pretty well settled now that he’s found his mate. I think I get the wanderlust from him.”

Rhys was listening, but he also couldn’t help sightseeing through the clear hatch as the submarine headed downward. It got a bit darker the farther down they travelled, but it was still awe-inspiring to be on a world alien to him, witnessing life swim about them as they dove toward their destination.

It was obvious where they were heading; the lights of what had to be some sort of city glowed from the depths, illuminating the sea floor and the fish and other creatures flowing about the towers and buildings that beckoned them forward. To Rhys’ surprise there was no sort of dome over the bright structures before them; a series of walkways connected them to each other, and as they got even closer Rhys could make out the smaller buildings that made up the base of the city. It was almost as if an island with its own populace has sunk beneath the waves, to rest on the flat plain of the ocean floor below.

“That’s Reefside Resort,” Nathan answered Rhys’ unspoken questions. “It’s one of the largest entertainment venues on the planet. The Sygnars are the prime caretakers, but the Tegnari run things within the habitat. They have acts wanting to book here years in advance, but it’s always by invitation. To be asked to perform for either race is an honour, like I said. Morgan had been shocked when they asked her to come here.”

“But she’s that good, yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Nathan said. “She loves getting up on stage and singing in front of a crowd, but being here…it’s the top of the heap. Anything she does from now on she can say that she performed here, and her music sales will go through the roof. Not that it hadn’t already, but this was the icing on the cake.”

The city – the resort – kept getting closer, and Rhys could make out even more details. The towers must have been where the guests stayed; he could actually make out people through the windows. There was a rounded building in the centre of the resort, and Rhys guessed that was where the concerts were held, since it resembled a large coliseum or a theatre. Even though it was shorter than the towers, it was obviously larger than both of them combined.

Nathan turned the submarine to circle the vast venue, giving Rhys an even better look at the coliseum. It didn’t have any windows, but there was an enormous, clear dome over the performance area, and Rhys wondered if the Sygnars watched from outside since they were water breathers.

Nathan was piloting them toward another building, this one looking to be about six storeys tall, although it was hard to tell without it having any windows. There was a single large opening in the middle of the structure, and Nathan aimed right for it, passing through with plenty of room to spare. Beyond, there was a tunnel with branches leading up and down, and the young man took one of the upward tunnels and into a large room that had several small docks poking out from the wall.

Their submarine fit right beside one of them perfectly, bobbing to the surface of the water. There was a faint hiss, and then Nathan was unfastening his seat belt, acknowledging someone in his headset and then slipping it off to loop it over the steering yoke. “Morgan has a room for you,” he said, getting up from his seat. “I’ll take you there. You can get cleaned up, and there are some clothes there for you. Then we can all get together for dinner.” He took one step as Rhys was unsnapping his own restraint, and then turned back around. “Is it true you knew my grandparents back when they were really really young?”

“Yep,” Rhys said, getting to his feet as well.

The brilliant smile was back. “Great! I can’t wait to hear stories about them back then. The more embarrassing, the better!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not sure my life is worth it!”

“You do know them!”

Rhys laughed harder at that.

Together, they clambered out of the sub and onto the dock, which was a sort of concrete that had been painted with a brightly coloured mural depicting an underwater scene with a school of fish forming a large “R” near the middle. It was fairly tacky in Rhys’ opinion, but he didn’t say anything as Nathan led him out of the dock and into a lift that opened into what had to have been the main area of the resort. Beings dressed in what had to have been holiday clothes wove through the expensive furnishings, under a vast skylight that showed off to great effect the ocean outside. Every once in a while one of the red dolphin-like Sygnars would swim by, but it was the one that floated across the vast lobby, surrounded by water that bobbed like a bubble around it, that had Rhys’ mouth falling open.

“Force field,” Nathan answered the silent question. “It’s how they survive offworld, too. One of my professors at Luna University was a Sygnar.”

There was also a scattering of another race, all wearing what resembled a uniform with its sea-green coat and brilliantly white trousers. Each of them had a stylised “R” emblazoned on the breast.

The sea-green of the fabric coordinated with the pale yellow of the beings’ skin. Their eyes were dark, more pupil than iris, and took up almost a third of the face. The nose was just a stub, but the wide mouth more than made up for it. The strangest thing about them, though, was the extra pair of arms that each of them sported, moving gracefully as they helped various tourists with luggage and other things.

Rhys figured these were the Tegnari, the second race on Madrina. There was something about them that seemed to fit amongst the water-dwelling Sygnars, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It just felt obvious to him that they both lived on the same planet.

Nathan took him across the lobby to a bank of lifts, their burnished doors with the same logo as the Tegnari wore. “Like I said,” Nathan explained as they waited, “the Reefside Resort is close to being the largest resort on the planet. Lots of acts are booked through here, so there’s a waiting list to get in to stay here. We wouldn’t have been able to get you a room, except one of the guys in the crew volunteered to move in with someone…although, if you ask me,” he added slyly, “it wasn’t much of a hardship. I told Morgan I didn’t mind sharing, but she thought you might appreciate having your own space after everything that’s happened.”

A soft chime interrupted Nathan, and the lift doors slid open silently. It was just as posh as the rest of the resort, with its glass sides that showed the ocean outside. “As long as there’s no water leaks,” Rhys teased, watching the outside go by, “I’ll be fine.”

That comment made Nathan laugh even harder than ever. “Oh no, there wouldn’t be anything as crass as a water leak within a Madrina resort!”

He said it loud enough that one of the Tegnari looked absolutely scandalised, just before the doors shut and the lift headed upward. Rhys snickered. He couldn’t help it.

Chapter Nine


Comments

Can I just break out with chorus of "A Whole new world...." from Aladdin now?
Loving this. :)

Edited at 2016-08-11 02:16 am (UTC)

awesome !
Nathan is just as friendly.
He looks a bit scoundrel! He wants to know all the details about his grandparents to tease them ...
I would love to know their ages.