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Myfanwy 2

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Fifteen

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Fifteen
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

The Torchwood Hub, Cardiff

 

Patrick didn’t know what had dragged him out of his drugged slumber, but he didn’t like it.

His chest felt flayed, and to be honest he didn’t know how he was still alive.  He’d been close enough that anyone halfway proficient with a gun should have made a kill shot, and he had no doubt that John Hart was just that good.

So, he couldn’t have meant to kill him then.

Still, it hurt like a bitch.  Patrick hated being shot, and he muzzily vowed not to let it happen again.

He tried to blink his eyes open, but they felt heavy and gummy, and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.  But something had awakened him, and he needed to know what it was before he could relax again.

This time he managed to get his eyelids to cooperate.  The light was almost too bright and he had to squint to see, but he could make out that he was in the Hub’s autopsy bay…misnamed in this case, since it was obvious he was still alive.  Probably had Owen to thank for that miracle, and he’d remember not to thank the medic for it later.  Oh, he’d most likely take him out for drinks, but there was no way any sort of gratitude was going to cross his lips.  Owen’s head was far too big as it was.

A hand rested lightly over his mouth, and Patrick started in surprise, the sudden jerk making him moan in pain.  He raised a hand to try to fight, but noticed just in time that it was Deborah who was trying to keep him quiet.  He looked up into her worried pale eyes and tried to smile reassuringly, but with her hand over his mouth it was a wasted effort.

She put her mouth next to his ear.  “Gray is in the Hub,” she breathed.  “I heard a shot from upstairs.  I think…I think he got Owen.”

Patrick nodded slightly to signal his understanding.  He wasn’t sure what was going on, and just why Jack’s brother would want to shoot Owen, but he could wait to get his answers.  Right now, there was a danger in the Hub and it needed to be neutralised. 

With Deborah’s help Patrick managed to sit up, even though it made him light-headed.  He carefully removed the IV in his arm, along with the needle that was transfusing blood into his veins.  While Deborah was capable of so many things, she wasn’t that good in a fight, and every protective instinct Patrick had was rising up within him.  He had to deal with this threat; it was the least he could do for the man who’d saved his life.

“You’re too weak,” Deborah admonished quietly as she put her shoulder under his and helped him climb off the medical table. 

She wasn’t wrong.  The wound might not have been deadly, but Patrick knew he’d lost a lot of blood judging from the way he was feeling.  He refused to admit he was helpless, however. 

Deborah was touching her ear.  “Can anyone hear me?”

Someone obviously answered her comm, because he could feel the tension leaving her.  “Gray’s in the Hub, and I think he’s shot Owen.  I don’t know what’s happened to Rhys and John Hart, I can’t reach them, so it’s just me and Patrick…”  Then she sighed.  “We’ll have to hide then.  Be careful.”  She toggled off the comm.  “Toshiko is getting ready to try something at Turnmill Power Station – “

“What?” What was going on at the nuclear plant?

“It’s about to go into meltdown…long story, but it involved Hart blowing up a large chunk of the city.  Anyway, Ianto went to find Jack, because Hart and Gray buried him alive sometime in the past and Ianto thinks he can find him.”

“A lot happened while I was out.”  Patrick didn’t want to know what being buried alive would do to Jack, let alone the enraged dragon that Ianto was bound to turn into. 

“You’re not kidding.  But Hart’s on our side now, turns out he was being held hostage to some sort of explosive device grafted onto his wrist…”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.  Somehow Gray let loose a bunch of Weevils, including the ones in the cells.  Rhys and Hart went down to corral them, but I haven’t heard anything from them at all.  And I’m pretty sure Owen’s down.”

It was a very succinct report.  Ianto would have been proud of her.  He knew he was.

“So we need to get to this Gray character and stop him.”

“But how? I’m not that great with a gun and you’re barely able to stand.  Gray could come looking down here any second…”

Patrick needed to come up with a plan, but his head was still too full of drugs to come up with anything.  He was about to admit that very thing when the ground began to shake.

His legs too weak to hold him up, Patrick went down hard, slamming against the cold tiles of the autopsy bay floor, accidentally taking Deborah down with him.  Black spots began swimming in his vision, and in the part of his mind that wasn’t blanketed by pain knew he’d never be getting up again, not without help.  And he doubted Deborah would be able to do it on her own. 

There was the distinct sound of cursing coming from the main Hub.  It sounded remarkably like Owen, so thank God he was still alive.  There was another voice as well, one that Patrick didn’t recognise but who must have been Jack’s brother, Gray.  He was obviously speaking to someone, most likely Owen, and while Patrick couldn’t make out the actual words he sounded angry.

The shaking continued.  A cart of instruments rolled across the room, knocking into the wall and spilling all its contents in a loud clatter.  Patrick had been in earthquakes before, and this one was lasting far too long to be natural.

Was there some sort of explosion going on upside?   Deborah had claimed that Hart had blown up sections of the city.  Was this a part of it? 

But no, she’d also said that Hart was on their side now, and if Jack’s brother had something to do with it then certainly he’d sound happy about it? 

As the quaking continued, Deborah curled herself around him, in an attempt to keep Patrick as motionless as possible.  He wasn’t even going to pretend not to be grateful.  The movement was spreading pain through his entire body, and it was all he could do not to moan with it. 

He felt himself sliding back toward unconsciousness, and he had no choice but to follow it down into the dark.

 



Comments

Quaking, huh.
I'm guessing there be Dragons involved :)

Glad Patrick's ok (compared to what Could've happened ^_^)
Proud of Deborah, too. She's definitely an asset to the team.
Well, in that a power of a Dragon is involved, sure. Toshiko is a lot more powerful than anyone thought. :)