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Myfanwy 2

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Three

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Three
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones; Jack Harkness/John Hart (Past); Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson (Mentioned)
Warnings: Language, Violence, Temporary Character Death (Jack, of course), some Torture.
Spoilers: Both series up to S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", and the audio play, "Lost Souls". 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note:  This is the Dragon-Verse version of "Fragments"/"Exit Wounds".  I've gone with one story to cover the two episodes, since a lot of "Fragments" was flashback, and I do plan on writing those into longer stories at some point so I don't see the need to add them here. 

Summary:  John Hart is back, and with him is Jack's long-lost brother, Gray.  But not all is what it seems...and Jack has to deal with consequences of actions that happened so long ago...and far into the future. 



14 March 2009

 

Owen came free of the pile he’d been buried in, dragged toward Patrick as Rhys put his own back into tugging them along.  With a hideous screech, the glass came loose from its tenuous perch and slid down and toward right where Owen had been trapped.

Patrick felt a piece of glass slice his cheek as it broke just inches from their sprawled bodies.

Owen was practically laying on top of Patrick, breathing harsh in the sudden return of silence.  Patrick had his arm around the medic, and was himself sprawled against Rhys, so that the Welshman was at the bottom of their pile.  They lay there for a few seconds, and then Rhys began pushing at Patrick.  “Off!  You’re both crushing me!”

Owen scrambled off, followed by Patrick.  As they three of them sat amid the destruction, they began to laugh. 

It was a relieved, slightly hysterical sound, and didn’t last very long.  The first one to their feet was Rhys, who held out hands to Patrick and Owen, who both accepted the help.

“How’s everyone else?” the medic demanded. 

“Jack and Ianto are getting Tosh out,” Patrick answered.  “She was trapped under a column, but that’s why we have a dragon on the team, right?”

“Yeah, Dragon Boy is good with the heavy lifting.” The return of Owen’s habitual sarcasm was a welcome one.

“They’re gonna meet us outside,” the American added.  “Tosh thought her arm was broken.  Jack died.”

Owen’s face went expressionless.  None of their team liked it when Jack did that, because they all knew what it meant for him to come back. “Let’s get back to the SUV, and I can patch Tosh up and we can get back to the Hub.  I wanna know who planned this and kick their arses.”

“The SUV is missing,” Rhys reported as they made their way outside.  It was getting dark; the sun was beginning to set, shadows lengthening across the scrub land around them and made Rhys’ blue car look black. 

“Where’s the SUV?” Jack demanded.

Patrick turned; Jack, Ianto, and Toshiko were both leaving the building, all three covered in dust; Toshiko’s arm was in a makeshift sling that looked to have once been the inner lining of Ianto’s jacket. 

Owen went to her immediately. “Rhys, you got a kit in your boot?”

“Course I do.”  The Welshman was obviously insulted.  He popped the trunk, revealing a large first aid kit as well as other smaller pieces of tech.

“We don’t know where the SUV is,” Patrick answered as the medic proceeded to splint up Toshiko’s arm, handing her some pills and a water bottle; he knew that those would have been the good drugs, judging from the small wince the technician gave as Owen put the broken limb in a decent sling.

A loud beep sounded out over the quiet.

Jack glanced down at his wrist strap.  Flipping it open, he pressed a button…

And a man appeared, flickering blue in the dim light.

A very loud growl came from Ianto, and Patrick hadn’t ever heard his boss make that sort of noise before.  “I swore I would kill him…”

It wasn’t anyone that Patrick recognised.  The man was a little shorter than Jack, although that might have been the nature of the video than anything else.  He had light hair and sharp eyes, and was wearing some sort of historical-looking coat that didn’t pair well with the twin guns holstered on his hips

Even though the man wasn’t exactly present, Patrick could tell immediately that he wasn’t to be trusted.  And that had nothing to do with the fact that the normally placid Ianto Jones had once promised to commit homicide on the stranger’s person.

To rile the dragon up like that, it had to have something to do with Jack.

“Oh, déjà vu!” the man said almost chirpily.  “Or did I say that already? Hey, team. Course, there might be a few less of you by now. Don't know if you liked my little gift.” His eyes went to where Jack was standing. “Course, you can't die. And with all that life, all that time, you can't spare any for me.”

Ianto growled again, and his fists were clenching spasmodically.  Since Patrick didn’t have all the facts and had to guess just from whatever the hell this person was had said, he felt he had a claim on Jack in some way that had to have been pissing off the dragon something fierce.

 “Oh!” the man went on. “Say hi to the family.”

Another beam of light appeared, this one from the man in the image’s own wrist strap, illuminating a young man that looked to have been in some sort of handcuffs.  His hair was buzzed close to his scalp, and the clothes he was wearing had obviously seen better days.  If Patrick wasn’t mistaken, there was also some sort of scar on his neck.

It was Jack’s reaction that truly had Patrick’s attention.  His bosses’ face had gone ghastly pale, and the hologram began trembling in response to the shaking his hands were doing.  “It’s not possible,” Jack gasped, pain in every single word of that short sentence.

There was a slight resemblance to Jack in the younger man, and with the comment about family Patrick guessed that this was Jack’s long-lost brother, Gray.

Jack had told them all about Gray.  How the loss of his only brother had been the catalyst of Jack’s joining the Time Agency, and yet he’d found no trace of Gray anywhere.  He’d finally accepted that he was dead and gone, killed by the alien race that had taken him so long ago and yet so far into the future.

The man confirmed Patrick’s supposition with his next words.  “Been a while since you've seen your brother, Jack?”

“Gray?” The agony in that name was palpable, and Patrick would have stepped forward to comfort his boss if Ianto hadn’t beaten him to it.

Whoever this bastard was, he could see just why the dragon wanted to kill him.  He wondered if there’d been some sort of vow of vengeance or something.

“OK,” the man continued, “here's what's going to happen. Everything you love, everything you treasure, will die. I'm going to tear your world apart, Captain Jack Harkness, piece by piece. Starting now. Maybe now you'll wanna spend some time with me.”

With that final oath, Jack’s brother vanished, followed almost immediately by the insane as fuck person threatening Jack.  Did the man have some sort of death wish?  Didn’t he realise that Jack had a mate and that that mate would do anything to protect the man he loved?  Was he just that stupid, or did he really not care?

“Who the hell was that?” Rhys demanded.

“That,” Ianto snarled, “was a dead man walking.”  He was supporting Jack, his hand under their bosses’ elbow, as if afraid he was going to collapse.  And maybe he was, just from the expression of shock and terror – with an odd glimpse of hope almost hidden behind it all – on his face. 

“His name’s John Hart,” Owen explained as he finished up with Toshiko’s injury.  “He’s an ex of Jack’s.  Fucker’s crazier than a bag of cats, as you can tell.”

“He was my partner at the Time Agency,” Jack picked up the explanation.  The captain was completely wrecked, as if his entire world had just crashed in around him. 

It had, Patrick knew. 

“He tried to kill us all,” Toshiko added.  She reached into the trunk of Rhys’ car, and pulled out one of Torchwood’s PDA’s.  She managed to work it one-handed.  “John must have taken the SUV.”  

Ianto had managed to make one appear as well, and was checking it even as he helped support Jack.  “Looks like he’s driven it back to the Hub.”

The one Toshiko held began beeping at her.  “I'm getting readings of Rift activity all over the city,” she cried. “Major Rift flares at St Helen's Hospital, the Police Headquarters and the Central IT Server Station…”

“Yeah, I can feel them,” the dragon confirmed. 

What the hell was happening?

A phone rang from somewhere in the group.  Ianto handed his PDA to Rhys, and then fished his out of his pocket.  He checked the caller ID, his face grim. “Yeah, Andy?”

Patrick tensed.  Toshiko had just said there’d been Rift activity at Cardiff CID, and that just couldn’t be good at all.

Ianto’s expression turned darker as Andy talked to him.  Patrick wished he could hear what the detective constable was saying.  “Is Kathy alright?  And what about you?” he asked after a long pause.

Toshiko had looked away from her readings, hanging on every word Ianto was saying.  She visibly relaxed when Ianto nodded, smiling slightly.  “Is she on her way back?...Okay, can you handle things there until Kathy arrives?...alright, yeah…hell is breaking loose at other places as well, so if you can deal with things there…keep us informed, alright?...Thanks, Andy.”

He closed his phone.  “Apparently, several Weevils just appeared at the Cardiff CID and killed the four ranking officers on site.”  There was something in his voice that made Patrick shiver.  “Kathy’s fine; she’d actually been on her way home when shit went down.  Andy called her back in and then called us to let us know.”

“They’re fine handling things there?” Jack asked.  He was visibly pulling himself back together, hiding his shock and dismay behind his Captain’s mask. 

“Yeah, Andy wrangled several of the coppers that weren’t too traumatised and managed to get the Weevils into a cell.  They’ll hold them there until we can collect them.”

“Alright.”  Jack straightened his shoulders, pulling away from Ianto slightly.  “Ianto, I want you to fly Tosh to the Central Server building.  We’re all not going to fit into Rhys’ car, and we can’t afford to have the Central Servers go down.  There’s no telling what got deposited there.”

“Jack…” Ianto growled.

Jack continued on as if the dragon hadn’t spoken.  “Owen, I want you, Rhys, and Patrick to get to the hospital, find out what’s going on there – “

“And what about you?” Patrick challenged, although he’d pretty much guessed what he was going to say.  If this Hart bastard was after Jack, then he’d be wanting to face the man alone.

“I’m going to Torchwood.”

That was exactly what Patrick had expected him to say.  “I’m going with you.”

Jack shook his head.  “Patrick, you don’t know John like I do – “

“I’m sure that’s true, but here’s no way in hell I’m letting you walk into the Hub without back-up.  Besides, we have no idea what’s happened to Deborah, if this Hart jerk really is in the Hub.”

“I’m just going to confront him – “

“He wants you, Jack.  What makes you think you can reason with him?  He just tried to kill two thirds of the team!”

“I was the only one who could ever control him. That's why the Time Agency partnered us.”

“That might have been then,” Toshiko butted in, “but you know he’s dangerously unstable.  You can’t face him on your own, even though you’d come back to life if he kills you.  He even knows you’re immortal.  There’s no telling what he has in mind.”

“I am not letting you go there alone,” Ianto spoke up.  “If you won’t let Patrick go, then I’m going with you.”

Jack was shaking his head.  “Toshiko’s going to need you to get her to the Central Server in case something goes wrong there, and you’re somewhat familiar with the systems there as well.  Maybe not as good as she is, but she’s going to need all the back-up she can get with being down an arm if anything happens out there.”

“And I’d be completely useless at the hospital,” Patrick pointed out.  “I can have your back, Jack.”

He really hoped Jack would listen to them all.  Sure, he really didn’t have any idea just what this John Hart could do, but there was no way he was going to let his friend and boss handle a potentially psychotic ex all by himself.

Jack was looking at each and every one of them, as if he’d somehow gained telepathy and was trying to read their minds.  Patrick knew that wasn’t possible but he let his determination show. 

They were a team, and they looked after each other.

Finally, Jack’s shoulders slumped.  “Alright.  Rhys, you’ll drop me and Patrick off at the Hub.  We need to know what John is up to, and what he might have done with Deborah.”

Patrick kept himself from performing the fist pump he really wanted to, but it was a close thing.

 

 

Comments

Thank you, Patrick for being sensible!!

Patrick may not have ever come up against anyone like Hart but he's already beaten him on one thing - getting Jack to THINK, not react.

Loving this! :)

Edited at 2016-12-30 01:51 am (UTC)
Well, Jack's got a lot on his mind, he really does need someone to watch his back.

We'll see how that works out in the next chapter... :)