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Myfanwy 2

Lost and Found - Chapter Fourteen

Lost and Found - Chapter Fourteen
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.


19 June 5119 (Earth Standard Date)

Dahlnia Prime

 

Despite how tired he was, Rhys was completely unable to sleep.

He found himself at some ungodly time of the night wandering the hallways of the large spaceship, the Shining Star so quiet he could have heard a pin drop, even with the thick carpet on the floors.  In the observation lounge he got himself what passed for a bottle of water in the future; it was just like the same round bulb that Brina had given him back during their escape from Andrala. 

He took it and left the room.  He sighed as he continued his wander until he found the exit, the large metal door closed for the night. 

There was a pad next to it, and Rhys knew from his own bedroom door that it was a hand scanner.  Everyone on the Shining Star had their biometric information on file with the ship’s central computer, and could go anywhere onboard as they pleased as long as the scanner recognised them as a valid member of the crew. 

He rested his hand on the scanner, and it beeped, the red light on it shifting to green.  There was a faint rumble as the door rose and the ramp slid out of its housing to reach the ground.  Without stopping to look back, Rhys walked down the ramp and onto the odd grey tarmac of the spaceport. 

The air was cool, and there was the sound of machinery in the distance; there would still be work going on, and most likely wouldn’t stop until things were back to whatever passed for normal on Dahlnia Prime.

Rhys took a deep breath, an ever so slight chemical tang resting on his tongue.  He moved past the ship, his eyes turning to the sky, and he gasped at the bright aurora that partially hid the stars above.  Brilliant greens and blues fought for dominance, and for some reason he found himself thinking about Jack and Ianto’s mating, so many years ago, when Jack had been changed for one night into a fierce blue dragon, the better to chase green Ianto into the sky.  Both dragons had danced and twisted high above, flashes of colour against the white peak of Pedair Dreigiau and loud laughter echoing down to the clear water of the lake.  Everyone had been happy then. 

Not to say that there hadn’t been happiness after that.  There had been, more than anyone would have guessed.  But there had also been bad events that had affected their own, chosen, family directly.  The 456, the fall of SHIELD, HYDRA, the Invasion…so many tragedies, and yet they all managed to either survive or help the survivors in whatever ways they could.  And hey, they also saved the planet several times over, so that was definitely a plus.

A part of Rhys wondered what had happened to his teammates after he’d gone.  How many other tragedies had occurred without him there to help?  How had they eventually died?  Had it been heroically, or had it been peaceful?  And what about Alice and Patrick’s children?  The little girl that Kathy and Toshiko had adopted mere months before Rhys had been taken by the Rift?  Had Eion and Tish finally pulled their heads out of their arses and gotten together?  And Martha and Tom…they’d also been talking about having children, since Torchwood had grown so much over the years?    

Another part of him really didn’t want to know what had occurred.  Didn’t want to hear that someone had been killed or died or was changed beyond recognition.  He’d outlived them all through a chance encounter with a capricious Rift in time and space, and he thought that was keenly unfair.  He should have been able to stand with his teammates and fought the good fight and not survived them.  He should have been buried in Cardiff, or kept in one of the cryogenic units at the Hub because he’d gone and done something stupid with a piece of unknown alien tech. 

“You okay?”

The soft voice startled him, and Rhys jumped, almost dropping his water bulb.  Nathan was there, leaning against one of the Shining Star’s landing struts, his face curious under the shifting lights of the aurora overhead. 

“Can’t sleep?” Rhys asked in return, dodging the question.

Nathan shrugged.  “I don’t sleep much.  It’s a combination of my Margath, Dragon, and Immortal physiology.   My combined genetics do come back and kick me in the arse sometimes.”  His lips were curled up in a slight smile, one that Rhys returned.

He hadn’t really talked much about his other father, and when he had Rhys had had to refrain from making comments along the lines of, ‘Clint Barton…pregnant?’ because he had such a hard time with even considering his former teammate giving birth to twins. 

The future…stranger than he’d ever had a clue about; the one that wasn’t really Clint Barton anymore, but Clint Jones, according to his new family.

 “What about you?” came the response Rhys had thought he’d distracted Nathan from.

 Rhys mirrored Nathan’s shrug.  “You ever be so tired you just can’t get to sleep?”

“Reminds me of all those last minute papers I had to write while at University.”

“You didn’t say you were at University.”  Rhys shouldn’t have been surprised.  After all, he had no real idea just how old Nathan was, only that he mostly acted like a teenager but seemed really smart.

“Oh yeah.” His teeth flashed white as he smiled, those longer canines glittering almost predatorily.  “Studied quantum mechanics until I got completely bored with all the classes and stuff.  I just couldn’t stay in one place, even though Dad really wanted me to get an education…something about his first incarnation not getting the chance.  Well, he really couldn’t deny it when I purposely flunked out of all my classes because I just didn’t have the attention span for it.  So, he let me travel with him for a while, and when he settled down with my third Dad I joined Aunt Morgan’s crew.”  He held his arms out from his body.  “And here I am.”

“And here you are.”  Of course Rhys had heard about Clint’s lack of formal education, but it never seemed to hinder his former teammate at all.  Nor did it Nathan, apparently.

“And who knows? Someday I might get tired of it and decide to settle myself down.”

“Or meet the right person,” Rhys teased.

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“You don’t sound very certain of that.”  It surprised him a little, since Nathan had yet to show any sort of inferiority issues. 

Whatever he’d been about to say was interrupted by a sharp pinging sound, almost like a bullet hitting metal.  Rhys’ reflexes kicked in, and he ducked, hoping that Nathan would do the same since he wasn’t quite close enough to pull the young man down with him.

He managed to take cover near the lowered ramp, his eyes trying to find the source of the sound.  There were spaceships all around, several of them tall enough to hide a sniper…and in that moment Rhys had no doubt whatsoever that this was what they were dealing with.

Someone was trying to kill him.

Bloody hell.

“Nathan? You okay?” He glanced around and saw Nathan crouched on the ground, his head moving in an almost serpentine fashion as he, too, scanned for threats.  

“Yeah,” was the soft answer.  “It takes a lot to damage one of us, and this arse is a shitty shot.”

Another ping of bullet hitting metal had Rhys ducking once more.  He had to agree with Nathan’s critique of the situation, because even with a surprise shot he hadn’t hit either of them.  Rhys wondered if there was such a thing as smart bullets in the future, and why wasn’t whoever it was using some sort of laser gun anyway?  He knew damned well there were those in the future, since Torchwood had gained a couple through the Rift.  Patrick had loved them on sight, and it had taken all of Jack’s not-inconsiderable charm and some pretty harsh threats to get Patrick to let go and stay away from the “pretty toys”.

“So, why aren’t they using lasers or blasters or something?” he asked out loud even as he was moving up and onto the ramp to gain some better shelter.

“Probably not wanting to draw attention,” Nathan answered, following close to the ground.  “Lasers are loud and showy, after all.  Better with a bullet or something near-silent.”

“Like a bow and arrow,” Rhys quipped.

Nathan laughed.  “You really do know my Dad then…get down!”

A solid bulk slammed him flat onto the metal of the ramp, knocking the wind out of him.  There was a sudden warmth, and the weight on him got heavier and then was gone, accompanied by a loud hissing that sounded more snake than human.

Rhys flipped himself onto his back, so he could see what was going on.  His eyes widened as he took in Nathan, in all his dragon glory.

He was different, though, from the rest of his family.  Instead of the European dragon form the Jones family seemed to take, Nathan’s was closer to the Oriental end of the spectrum.  The lights of the aurora seemed to be sucked into the blackness of his scales.  His silver hair had lengthened, trailing down his long sinewy neck to end between his shoulder blades almost like a horse’s mane, with another tuft at the end of his flicking tail.  Two twisted horns adorned his head, closely resembling the rack of a large buck. 

And he had no wings.

Nathan reared up on his rear legs, serpentine body swaying as he hissed out a warning to whoever was shooting at them.  “Get into the ship!” he ordered.  “Get help!”

Rhys wasn’t about to argue.  More shots were coming, some of them ricocheting off of Nathan’s armoured body, and he had absolutely no wish to get hit by one.  For one thing, it would make Nathan feel guilty; and second…being shot hurt like fuck.  He’d done his time with Owen after having bullets in him, and he wanted to avoid that at all cost.

Besides, he knew Nathan could take care of himself.  He was a Star Dragon, and it took a lot to put a dragon down.

He was barely in the ship when a body collided into him.  He spun to see Gareth there, and practically shouted, “Someone’s out there shooting at us!”

“We know,” the doctor answered sharply.  “Morgan is on the line now with spaceport security.”

“Nathan’s out there,” he added, trying to catch his breath.

“I’ll go and get my nephew.  Wait here.”

Gareth hadn’t even managed to take a step away when a loud roar of anger and pain echoed through the open hatch.  There was a thud outside, and Gareth was out of the door like a shot, his own dragon form making itself known before he’d gotten halfway outside.  There was a sudden flash of light, and heat blasted back into the ship, making Rhys duck once more, the temperature of it making the once mostly healed sunburn on his face to stiffen and pinch.

Rhys wanted to go out there and help Nathan and Gareth, but knew he’d only be a target that they’d have to watch out for even as they tried to find the sniper, wherever they were.  So he stayed where he was, leaning against the cool metal of the wall, getting his breath back as yet another roar, this one fierce and furious, sounded out across the tarmac. 

Emlyn came running up to him, and shot him a look that told him to stay put.  She was out the door as well, the familiar golden glow of transformation forming around her.  He caught a quick glance of silvery scales before she was completely gone.

“You okay?”

It was a totally coincidental echo of what Nathan had asked him not that long ago.  “Am I supposed to be?” he asked sarcastically.

Morgan grimaced.  “No, I suppose not.”  She was holding a fancy looking rifle, resting it on her shoulder.  “Gareth and Emlyn go out?”

“Yeah.  Nathan’s out there, too.”

“Damnit.”  She looked helpless.  “Well, port security is on the way, but I bet Gareth and Emlyn catch whoever it is for them.”

“How did you know someone was out there taking pot shots at us?”

“Exterior alarm.  It registered the ship taking fire and woke us up.”

Morgan didn’t show any attempt to follow her siblings, and Rhys wanted to know why.

She shrugged at the question.  “I don’t have my dragon form yet.  Besides, someone needs to stay back and protect the ship.”

Protect him, she didn’t say.

She really didn’t have to.

“Morgan!”

It was Gareth calling out, and his voice, back to human normal, sounded downright terrified.  Morgan was out the door like a shot, and Rhys couldn’t help but follow.  Something had made Gareth sound like that, and his heart sank like a stone even as he was following Morgan.

“I need the first aid kit,” Gareth ordered.  Morgan was moving past Rhys as he stopped and stared, his pulse racing a mile a minute as he watched Gareth kneel beside a prone Nathan.

The young dragon was moving, but the whimpers of pain pierced Rhys like he imagined Clint’s arrows would, stabbing him deeply as he watched as Gareth stripped off his shirt and pressed it against black scales, and what had to have been blood making an even darker stain on Nathan’s chest.

“Armour piercer,” Gareth proclaimed even before Rhys could think about what sort of projectile had been able to get through dragon scale.  “Emlyn’s on their trail.  They won’t get away.”  There was a tone in his words, one that Rhys had heard Ianto use when someone had hurt his Torchwood family.  It meant blood and vengeance, and he really wanted in on that.

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“Hold this,” Gareth didn’t have to even indicate what he meant; Rhys was on his knees instantly, hands on the makeshift bandage and pushing on it as hard as he could. 

Nathan whimpered again, and Rhys knew it had to hurt like hell, but he also knew they had to get the wound to stop bleeding.  “It’s gonna be okay,” he murmured, hoping he was being heard. 

“Hurts,” Nathan whined, showing Rhys that he had, indeed, heard.

“I know, believe me,” he reassured the injured dragon.  “Been where you are, and I had a medic who knew just what to do.  Like your Uncle Gareth.”  The older dragon had left Rhys’ side, but returned quickly clutching a large white box with a red ‘x’ on it.  He practically ripped the lid open, revealing all sorts of medical equipment; Rhys recognised it from when Gareth had helped with his earlier sunburn.

“We need to get that bullet out,” Gareth murmured, pulling something from the first aid kit that resembled some sort of scanner.  He ran it over Nathan’s chest, watching the readings he was getting.  “When Emlyn gets back, we’re going to transport him to the nearest hospital.  It should have the facilities I need.”  His eyes met Rhys’, and he could see the fury and agony that the doctor was feeling.  “Morgan’s going to need to handle spaceport security, and I’d like you to stay with her.  Then you can both come to the hospital and hopefully I’ll know more then.”  He went back to monitoring Nathan’s condition, and Rhys could see his hands were steady even though the rest of him was shaking slightly.

“He’ll be okay, won’t he?” Morgan asked.  Rhys glanced up at her; she was standing with her feet apart, the rifle held firmly in her hands, and he could tell she desperately wanted to shoot something.

Gareth didn’t answer, which scared Rhys more than all the blood that was still seeping from the young dragon’s chest.

 


Comments

Shit! Armor-piercing means the shooter knows how to wound a dragon and that he might have to. And the shooter would have to have been waiting and watching but how would they know to expect Rhys to step outside?!? or were they going to wait until morning when everyone was leaving the ship?
Hope Nathan pulls through...ok, so I know he will. I'll amend my statement and say: I hope Nathan pulls through Soon.

(I love this series :)
Wow what an update. Nice surprise this morning but now we need more. Please please new update soon 😊
argh!!!!