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Myfanwy 2

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Four

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Four
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13, for language and violence
Summary: When Master Archivist Ianto Jones of Torchwood Castle discovers the presence of a powerful magical Artifact, Baroness Gwen Williams hires Captain Jack Harkness and his band of mercenaries to retrieve it.
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones; Gwen Williams/Rhys WIlliams
Warning: Fantasy violence
Spoilers: None really; mostly for Doctor Who S1 episodes "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", and Torchwood S1 "Everything Changes" and S2 "Fragments".  Although the stories have been warped to fit into a fantasy setting. 
Author's Note:  This is Torchwood in a fantasy setting.  Everything that could be considered alien in the normal universe is magical here. 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, if I did I'd have treated it better. It - and Doctor Who - are owned by the BBC, and created by Russell T. Davies.


Chapter Four


“There he is!”

Ianto stifled the sigh at Captain Jack’s greeting. The mercenary was leaning against the wall near the closed doors to the Baronial audience chamber, looking for all the world like some barbarian king in all the armor and weaponry. That cloak didn’t do anything to dispel the image, either.

“Welcome back to Torchwood Castle, sir,” he murmured. “It’s been a while.”

Captain Jack grinned. “Four months, one week, two days…I can go on.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. Trust the man to know exactly how long he’d been gone. “And they call me anal retentive…”

“And you are, but it looks good on you.”

Oh Gods…more flirting. Was the man completely insatiable? Oh wait…he already knew the answer to that question. “Does that line actually work?”

“You’re the first person I’ve tried it on. You tell me.”

A part of Ianto was pleasantly touched by the admission. He couldn’t help but admire Captain Jack; handsome, brash, confident…pretty much everything Ianto wasn’t. But the archivist was also aware that he acted that way around pretty much anyone, so he had to take the captain’s flirting with a large grain of salt.

He was actually saved from answering by the door to the audience chamber opening. Master Andrew stuck his head out. “The Baron and Baroness are ready to see you now.”

Captain Jack made a deep bow, waving Ianto in first. The archivist accepted and, clutching the materials he’d brought with him a little tighter he moved past the mercenary and into the room.

The audience chamber was one of Ianto’s favorite rooms in the palace…besides the archives, of course. It was light and airy, with large windows looking out over the castle gardens. Yes, he knew it was opposite from where he usually spent his time, but he wasn’t a complete mole despite what others might think.

The Baron and Baroness were waiting for them. Baron Rhys had apparently just gotten up from his seat; he was stretching slightly as he rose. Baroness Gwen was standing by one of the large windows, but her gaze wasn’t on the view outside.

Both men stopped about halfway into the room, then bowed. Out of the corner of his eye, Ianto could see that Captain Jack’s obeisance was rather more flamboyant than it strictly needed to be; but then, that was Jack Harkness for you.

“You’re looking quite radiant today, Your Grace,” the mercenary said by way of greeting.

“Oi!” Baron Rhys shouted. “No flirting with my wife!”

“What? I can’t compliment someone?”

Baroness Gwen just shook her head. “Can’t you be serious for five minutes, Jack?”

“Sure. But where would be the fun in that?” He winked at her saucily.

And this was the reason Ianto would never get his hopes up that Captain Jack’s compliments were anything but flattery.

“We have a job for you and your people,” the Baroness went on.

“I assumed that’s why you sent that letter,” Captain Jack answered.

“You took your time getting here,” the Baron snorted.

The mercenary simply shrugged. “Was in the middle of something that couldn’t be dropped. Not even for one of my best clients.”

They let it lie. Even Ianto knew that when Captain Jack got secretive there was no way to pry anything out of him.

“Master Ianto…if you please,” the Baroness motioned him forward.

This was the part Ianto didn’t care for: the “stand in front of the audience and share” part. He’d always been much happier in the background and let others have the spot light.

But then, in this circumstance, he supposed he was the one with the information.

He carefully laid out the original scroll, and all the handwritten notes he’d made over the two weeks since he’d first made his discovery. When he was done, the top of the Baroness’ desk was neatly covered. Ianto pushed the magical glasses up onto his nose – he really needed to figure out a way to get them adjusted if he kept insisting on wearing them even when he didn't need to – then turned to address the waiting trio.

“This scroll,” he began, resting his gloved fingertips lightly on the parchment, “was discovered in a cache that dated back almost one thousand years. We’ve managed to confirm that date through…certain means.” He didn’t feel the need to go into that much detail. “Anyway, through some careful translation I’ve been able to determine what it says…and it’s quite interesting.”

Captain Jack looked at the scroll closely. “Looks like tangled up string to me. Are you sure this is a language?”

“If Master Ianto says it is,” Baroness Gwen answered waspishly, “then it is.”

The mercenary looked at Ianto, his blue eyes dancing. “I’m sure he has very talented…eyes.”

Ianto felt a flush creep up past his collar. He almost wanted to admit that it wasn’t him, that it was the glasses, but knew the need to keep that sort of thing private.

It took him a couple of seconds to get back on track. “As I was saying…the translation is fascinating. It begins with the story of the Immortality of the Deathless.”

Captain Jack reared back. There was surprise on his face…which was wiped away by derision. “Someone wrote about that old myth? Why is that so fascinating?”

Now Ianto was irritated. “If you’d stop interrupting you might find out why.”

The other man raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll be quiet, I promise…just for you.” He followed that up with a rather broad wink.

“Jack!” the Baroness snapped.

“It’s fine,” Ianto snarked. “He’s just being his usual self…an ass.” Why had he ever thought that he’d actually missed having Captain Jack around?

“Sticks and stones…” the mercenary quipped, smiling.

“Getting back on track,” the Archivist continued,” as all of us here are familiar with the legend of the Immortality of the Deathless, I won’t go into too much about it. However, this scroll has some other details about the tale that don’t appear in current versions.”

“And this is important how?” Captain Jack asked.

Ianto wanted to reach over the desk and punch the man. He barely managed to hold that impulse in, but his teeth were getting a workout with all the grinding they were suddenly doing. “The first major change comes with the idea that the Deathless could, in fact, die under the right circumstances. This would involve using two items: The Dagger of Darkness and the Gauntlet of Resurrection.”

His audience was finally listening raptly. Good.

“This scroll describes both the Dagger and the Gauntlet as very powerful,” he went on, “so powerful that using them could very well addict their user into wielding them all the time.”

“What exactly do they do?” The Baroness asked.

“The Dagger supposedly steals the souls of its victims, and passes that energy onto its handler,” Ianto answered solemnly. “The Gauntlet can bring the dead back to life.”

The room was silent once more. It had stunned Ianto when he’d first translated those parts of the scroll dealing with the Dagger and the Gauntlet. The very notion that someone could control the forces of life and death like that…it was almost inconceivable.

“Let me guess,” Captain Jack finally spoke. “You want me and my people to go after these Artifacts?”

“Yes, we do,” the Baroness answered quietly. “You’ll be well compensated.”

“It would be nice if we knew where we were going.”

“That’s in the scroll as well,” Ianto said. “Although much has changed in a thousand years, it might be possible to trace the Dagger and Gauntlet through what was written.”

“So it won’t be a complete wild goose chase.”

“Indeed not,” she said. “Master Ianto will give you all the information that he has been able to discover.”

Ianto nodded in agreement. “I’ve made copious notes – “

“That’s all well and good,” Captain Jack interrupted. “But what if something comes up on the trail that isn’t covered by your “copious notes”? What happens then?”

“There isn’t any possible way to plan for every contingency – “

“Well, duh!”

“But we can do our best.” The man was just so frustrating!

“Jack,” the Baroness soothed, “be reasonable.”

“I think I am being reasonable. I won’t risk my people on what could very well be a fools’ errand. I’m not some idealistic idiot to follow one of Torchwood’s crusades.”

“As I said, you’ll be amply compensated.”

“Money doesn’t cover everything, Your Grace.”

Baroness Gwen looked as irritated as Ianto felt. “Then what do you think will ensure your success?”

Captain Jack stabbed a finger right at Ianto’s chest. “Him.”


Chapter Five...

Comments

Oooooh ...
And we know Jack usually gets what he wants...
Ha!!!! More I read more I enjoy!!!
Naughty Jack, here is he. Love this. I'm surprised you don't get more comments, though.
Oh yes, naughty Jack... :)

Don't be concerned, I get more comments the farther you get in! It just took a while for people to find me!

I'm glad you did, too!
I'm happy to know that because it's very good. I've seen that you are nominated for the Children of time awards, congratulations.
Thank you! It was a bit of a surprise, I do admit. And you're reading this on your computer? *big grin*
yep cause I would have to wait until Wednesday to print it.Reading on computer can get tiring when you had spend five hours typing your own story.
Oh yes, I can understand that! :)