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The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Ten

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Ten
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson, Owen Harper/Diane Holmes, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst, Temporary Character Death (It's Jack), Perceived Character Death, Minor Character Death. 
Spoilers: Thru S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", the audio play "Lost Souls" for Torchwood, S4, E12 and E13, "The Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End" for Doctor Who.  Slight spoilers for the movie, "Iron Man" 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better. Don't own Doctor Who, Sarah Jane Adventures, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe, either
Author's Note:  Here it is, the Dragon-Verse version of "Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End". 

Summary:  The Earth has been stolen.  There are twenty-six other planets in the sky.  The Daleks are raining death down from the sky.  It's the end of the world.



30 April 2009

Cardiff

 

Jack threw his mobile down onto the desk, where it bounced and tumbled to the floor with a loud clatter.

“What the hell is Project Indigo?” Patrick demanded. 

Ianto knew, while Patrick didn’t remember meeting Martha in that Year and saving her life, the two had gotten close during the times they’d been together.  He respected Martha, and wouldn’t have wanted anything to happen to her.

Quite a crowd had gathered around the station where Ianto had been working, and where Jack had been talking to Martha on the phone.  He’d had the mobile on speaker, so everyone had heard what had been happening in New York.

They’d heard Martha say goodbye to him and Jack.  Ianto wasn’t about to cry, as much as he really wanted to.

“It’s an experimental teleport,” Jack answered harshly, dragging his hands over his face roughly.  “It was scavenged from the Sontarans.  But they haven’t got coordinates or stabilisation.”  The sheer pain in his voice had everyone’s attention.

“What does that mean for Martha?” Deborah asked tentatively.

Jack looked as if he’d rather die than explain, so Ianto did.  “It means Martha was most likely scattered into atoms.”  He was proud of the fact that his voice didn’t crack.  “She’s gone.”

“Oh god,” Rhys whispered.

The loss and horror of Ianto’s announcement lay over the Hub, stifling and heavy.  In the silence Ianto could hear the reports coming in over the emergency network, the Lord Mayor’s voice urging everyone to stay indoors and to shelter themselves from the Daleks prowling the streets. 

This time, Ianto couldn’t keep his grief to himself any longer, and the ancient words of the Song of Mourning echoed out over the Hub, drifting over them all as they stood around the workstation, drowning out the words that were being said to the people of Cardiff.  The dragon knew they really didn’t have time for this, but there wasn’t any way he could keep his pain to himself any longer.

He had the feeling that Martha was only going to be the first.

His mate’s warm, broad hand landed on his shoulder, and Ianto reached for it, clasping tightly and not wanting to let go.  Jack’s eyes were glittering with tears as he leaned into the dragon’s body, needing the comfort as much as he was giving it.  Owen had his eyes closed, swaying slightly as Ianto sang.  Deborah had her arms around Patrick, letting herself sag against him, and Patrick’s good arm was around her shoulder, steadying her as much as he was able.  Rhys had collapsed into a chair, his eyes shocked and unhappy.  Clint hadn’t known her as well, but he’d liked her, and the pain in his eyes was equal to anyone else’s in the Hub.  Each of them had loved Martha in their own way, and to lose her like that was a blow Ianto wasn’t sure they’d be able to recover from.

But to him, Martha was like a sister.  The Nightingale and the Dragon, walking the Earth to save it.  They’d supported each other through what had, until that moment, been the worst that the world had gone through.  He’d helped her with her mission, and she’d saved his life.  They’d been thrown together and had relied on each other, and Ianto had loved her as much as he loved Toshiko, his other sister. 

There really wasn’t anyone he would make his Vengeance oath against. 

He’d be the one to tell Tom and Martha’s family.  It was his right, as her brother, and he hadn’t been able to protect her in the end.

If the planet survived the Daleks.

The song faded.  Ianto rubbed his eyes, doing his best to push his grief back into a manageable lump of pain in his chest, needing to concentrate on what was going on outside, beyond the Hub. He took a deep breath in past the loss that smothered his heart, going back to the computer readings he’d been monitoring as Jack had tried to convince Martha not to use untested technology to get away from the Daleks invading UNIT’s New York base.

“This is the Commander General of the United Nations,” an accented voice rose from amidst the chatter on the emergency band, “calling the Dalek fleet.  We surrender. I repeat: we surrender.”

It was really all they could do.  There were far too many Daleks and they’d quickly decimated Earth’s defences.  Those that were left didn’t have the firepower to push back the Daleks.  Plus, the unimaginable power that it had to have taken to move the Earth simply demoralised everyone. 

Ianto, though, didn’t have any hope that, in the long run, that the residents of Earth would survive the Daleks, whatever they wanted the world for.  He wasn’t at all sure the Earth itself would survive; he could feel the planet suffering, although it must have been so much worse for the Great Dragon Friends, with their direct connections to the Great Dragons.  Toshiko had yet to regain consciousness, and the dragon doubted that the other three were in any better shape. 

They were dying.  He had no doubt of that. 

Perhaps this was for the best.  Perhaps the four of them not being aware of what was going on was a mercy. 

He thought of Rhiannon, the last Jones, daughter of the long line of priests who had saved a young dragon who’d thought he’d had nothing left to lose after the deaths of his family.  She’d be leaving her own family behind if she passed; her two children, and the husband that she loved to tease so much.

Then his mind went to Kathy, one of the first human friends he’d made in Cardiff outside of Torchwood, and how much he’d been looking forward to hers and Toshiko’s wedding in this summer.  The police officer, still so new in her responsibilities as a detective chief inspector, but strong and smart and ready for any challenge her position would bring.

And Alice…the closest thing he’d ever have to a daughter, who’d accepted that a two-thousand-year-old dragon could become a parent, and who loved him just as much as he loved her.  Steven most likely didn’t even know that his mother was ill, trapped at his school as the Daleks rampaged.  Both alone, without either Jack or Ianto there to comfort them.   

No.

It couldn’t end like that. 

Ianto wasn’t going to give up.  There had to be something they could do.  They still had allies out there, ones that would only be waiting for the right moment to fight back. 

“I don’t think a simple surrender is going to satisfy the Daleks,” Jack said, his voice choked by his own emotions.  He looked around at the gathered team.  “Get back to work, people,” he ordered. 

“There are reports of Daleks rounding people up out of their homes,” Deborah said, taking her seat back at her station, her fingers dashing tears from her eyes as she concentrated on what the monitor was telling her.  “They aren’t exterminating them, though.”

“Okay, so the Daleks want them for something,” Jack said.  He began to pace, which was a sure sign he was trying to put things together.  “They want the Earth here, with these other planets, and they’re keeping humans alive for some reason.”

“We need to figure out what that is,” Patrick added.  He looked twitchy, which was his default when he wanted to be out and doing something but needed to stay where he was.  Ianto wondered if he was thinking about his parents, back at his flat, waiting to see what was going to happen next; and his grandparents, far away in the States, and his uncle, trapped on the SHIELD Helicarrier for the time being, and if they were all safe.

They all had people out there, and there wasn’t anything they could do to make certain they were alright.

They had jobs to do, and they were going to do them.

A sudden, strident beeping filled the Hub, coming from the computer that Ianto was working on.

“Can anyone hear me?”

It was a woman’s voice, crackling and hissing with static.  The large central monitor fuzzed out, the sensors that the dragon had been monitoring disappearing within the obscuring snow that overran the readings that had been there.

“Who the fuck is that?” Owen rasped. 

Once again, the entire team was gathered about the workstation, watching as the snow began to fade away. 

“The sub-wave network is open,” the woman said, “you should be able to hear me…”

The dragon knew that voice.  Ianto tapped the keyboard, attempting to bring the signal in better.  He opened up a small window at the bottom of the screen, bringing up all the scanning software he knew to activate, in order to trace the strange signal trying to make contact with them. 

The signal was buried so deep it was amazing mainframe could even read it, let alone get anything from it, and Ianto wished that Toshiko wasn’t incapacitated.  She’d have been able to trace this thing, while Ianto was totally failing at it.

The interference cleared, revealing a familiar face.

The woman held up an identification card.  “Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister.”

Jack let a laugh bubble up, before he said, “Yes, we know who you are.”

“Captain Harkness,” Harriet Jones greeted, lowering her ID.  “Second Jones.”

The dragon bowed his head in acknowledgement.  The day that Harriet Jones had been deposed had been a sad one for him.  She had been a pioneer and had fully supported Torchwood and its mission, and she’d also been a pleasure to speak to.  Ianto truly felt that Great Britain – no, the world – had been worse off losing Harriet Jones.

Her being voted out of her position had eventually led to Harold Saxon taking office…and that had almost brought about the ruin of the universe.  It was just one more thing that Ianto held against the Doctor.

“We don’t have much time,” the former Prime Minister said.  She was sitting at a desk, obviously in front of a computer.  In the background was what looked like her lounge, so Ianto assumed she’d been caught at home when the Daleks had invaded.  “I’m going to see if we can all see each other.”

She was working at her keyboard as Ianto wondered just who she had made contact with besides Torchwood.  The screen suddenly split into four sections, two of them blank at the moment; one of them showing Ianto’s own face with Jack standing just behind him, and the other Harriet Jones as she did whatever she was doing.

The top blank section cleared, and an attractive older woman appeared, with a young boy standing beside her.  Ianto, of course, knew who they were at once, although that didn’t stop Ms Jones from introducing them.

“Sarah Jane Smith, and her son Luke I believe.  Ms Smith, this is Torchwood.”

Patrick pushed a little to the front. “Ms Smith, my grandfather is Pat Andrews, and he’s a great admirer of your work.”

Sarah Jane Smith, journalist, alien fighter, and former Companion of the Doctor smiled at Patrick’s obvious enthusiasm.  “It was a pleasure working with Pat…you must be Patrick, then.”

Patrick looked pleased as punch that Ms Smith had known who he was.  “Yes, ma’am.” 

Ianto had known, from Patrick’s background, that his grandfather and Ms Smith had collaborated on an article that had been acclaimed all over Great Britain and, indeed, the world.  And Mr Andrews did seem the type to mention his grandson, since he was so very proud of Patrick.

“The fourth contact seems to be having some trouble getting through,” Ms Jones’ voice cut through their conversation.   “Let me try to boost the signal.”

She went back to work, her hands at her keyboard.  The fourth section slowly began to come into focus, and two people faded into view.

 



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