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Myfanwy 2

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Two

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Two
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Rhys; one-sided Lisa/Ianto; past Master John (Doctor)/Rose; other canon pairings.
Warning: Fantasy Violence
Spoilers:  Some could be for Torchwood S1 "Cyberwoman"; "They Keep Killing Suzie"; Doctor Who S1 "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", S2 "Army of Darkness" and "Doomsday"; and S3 "Utopia";"Sound of Drums", "Last of the Time Lords" and possibly other episodes, although they have been warped into a fantasy setting.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Doctor Who, although I wish I did....
Author's note:  This is the sequel to The Immortality of the Deathless, the chapter list to be found here.   It's Torchwood and Doctor Who twisted into a fantasy setting, where everything that could be considered alien is actually magical.

Summary:  When mercenary Captain Jack Harkness vanishes while on a mission, Wizard Ianto Jones has to choose between his lover, his duty...and quite possibly his destiny.



 

Chapter Two

Ianto;

Well, what we thought would be a fairly straightforward mission has become one of the worst clusterfucks I've ever gotten involved in. And you know me well enough to realize for me to say that, it's really bad!

The negotiator Their Majesties sent to diffuse the situation has just made it worse. I have two Baronies readying for war on either side of me and all that git Frobisher can do is stand there and whine about not knowing what exactly went wrong. The one good thing out of this is that the situation really has gotten the attention of the Royal Court, and this time they're sending Brigadier General Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart with enough crack troops that we might actually be able to protect this place. And it needs to be protected; I just wish I could tell you why, but I don't want to risk this letter getting lost in the post and the reason getting out to someone else who might take an unhealthy interest in what's going on. It's difficult enough to keep things secret, believe me.

I thought we'd be back by the Spring Revels, but at this point I can't promise anything. We're all pretty pissed off about it, because we all had plans – you know what ours was, and all I can do is apologize for not being able to make it to Cardiff in time. I'll try, and maybe with Sir Alistair on site it might make them back down, but Gods only know what's going to happen. We could very well end up with a fight on our hands, and that's the last thing those of us in the middle want.

I'm going to cut this short, since I want to make sure this gets out with the rest of the correspondence. I just wanted to make sure you knew as much as I could tell you. Give Myfanwy a scratch for me.

Jack.

Ianto Jones sighed, rubbing his eyes and then re-reading the letter. He couldn't help but be disappointed; the Spring Revels would have been the first time he and Jack would have been able to spend any sort of time together in over two months.

Gods curse it.

Myfanwy sensed his mood; the dragon curled up on the window seat with him, her horned head in his lap as she chirped in sympathy.

"I know," he murmured, rubbing the warm scales of her head. "You miss him, too."

When they'd decided on waiting for Ianto's contract to expire at Torchwood Castle, the almost five years had seemed like such a short time for each of them. But now, six months on, Ianto found the separation just a little too hard to bear. From the letters he received from Jack, the Wizard also got the impression that the mercenary felt the same, especially since his jobs took him away from Cardiff most of the time. The Baroness flatly refused to hire Jack and the others anymore, not since he'd invoked that hazard clause, so they only got to see each other when Jack was back in Cardiff in between jobs.

Which had been a grand total of three times since that fateful mission that had brought the two men together.

Ianto glanced out the window, not really seeing the gardens below. It also didn't help that the Baroness was acting…oddly, to say the least. She was actually being nice, and while that didn't mean she hadn't been nice before, now she was treating him like a member of her family instead of a contracted employee. It was…disturbing, to say the least.

Take this…his new quarters. Before that mission, Ianto had had a room near the Archives, one that, while a bit gloomy, had suited his needs. But, within a week of his return, Baroness Gwen had ordered that he be moved into this far more spacious tower room, overlooking the gardens and the sea beyond. She'd claimed it was so Ianto would have more room, what with Myfanwy being with him now, but the young man wasn't so sure.

Ianto knew damned well what his new status meant to Torchwood Castle…and to the Baroness. The first Wizard born in centuries, working for the Cooper-Williams family…well, it was prestige, pure and simple. And not for him, but for Baroness Gwen and the Castle; Ianto's feelings really didn't come into it. If he'd thought that being considered a resource before had been a bit demeaning…this was worse. Much worse. And Ianto didn't like it one bit.

And yet, he still wasn't considering leaving before his contract was up. His sense of duty and honor wouldn't let him just up and leave.

"Enough moping," he said aloud. He gently shifted Myfanwy off his lap, the dragon protesting by whimpering and flooding their empathic link with sadness and loss. The Wizard knuckled her head fondly. "Quit trying to guilt me. You're worse than any woman I've ever known."

Myfanwy retaliated to the insult by playfully nipping his hand as he withdrew it. The Wizard chuckled, getting up from the seat, then heading over to his work area.

He'd set up a desk and chair, with a large bookshelf, along one wall of his new quarters. The gramaryia that Ianto had found at the ruined Wizard's tower north of Gateway took up pride of place on one of the shelves, and on others were other books he'd found that tickled his magical sense in some way or another; one of those was Fantastical Tales, the book of children's stories from Haven. Ianto had read it through once, but had yet to discover a valid reason for it to have been bespelled the way it had been.

He'd also managed to find scrolls and other books in the Torchwood Archives, and had broken his number one rule – never remove anything from the Archives – to bring them up to his quarters. It was simply much easier to study them in the privacy of his own rooms than down in the Archives, where there was a tendency to be disturbed for the littlest reason. And it had started happening much more frequently when it got around to the other archivists that their Master was, indeed, a Wizard.

Ianto could feel the jealousy a mile away, and he wasn't empathic with anyone except Myfanwy.

A detailed map of the United Kingdom lay across the desk. One of the first spells Ianto had experimented with was a Scrying charm, which could be used to find things – and people – with a simple pendulum. Ianto had made the pendulum himself, from a rough crystal, a silver chain, and a thread from Jack's cloak…which meant it was uniquely attuned to Jack himself, and it also meant that Ianto would always know where Jack was, as long as he had a map and the pendulum with him.

It was how he knew exactly where Jack was now, and once he'd known that he could get some idea of just what his lover was dealing with.

It was a small eastern town called Canary's Wharf. According to the map it was on the borders of the Baronies of Skaro and Telos, not really claimed by either simply because there was nothing interesting to claim. However, apparently something had changed, because rumor said that Barons Kale Davros and John Lumic were now itching to bring the coastal village into their "protection." Ianto hadn't been able to discover just what that reason was, but with Jack there he could easily guess that the townsfolk didn't want to have any part of being victims of a land grab.

It worried him that Jack, as well as the rest of his team, was smack dab in the middle of a possible war zone. The letter had given him a little bit of hope that it could be avoided, but that didn't detract from the knowledge that his friends were in the center of danger. Yes, it was part of their job, but it didn't make Ianto feel any better being stuck at Torchwood Castle.

It was yet another reason why it was becoming harder and harder for him to wait for his contract to be over. Even though he was well aware that Jack himself was the Deathless, that didn't mean that he couldn't be hurt. As for Toshiko Sato and Owen Harper…they could very well be killed, and Ianto didn't want that to happen. Tosh was possibly his best friend beside Jack, and while he would never quite claim to like Owen, he could truthfully say that he respected the battle surgeon. The Wizard had only met their newest team member, Tommy Brockless, once, but he could tell that he'd get along very well with the young soldier. And, from the couple of letters he'd gotten from the Elven woman, he could infer that Toshiko was beginning to like the young man quite a lot.

He really wanted to be with them…he shook his head, knowing it was impossible.

There he was…getting maudlin again.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, a soft knock brought him out of his reverie. Ianto strode over to the door, pulling it open. One of the castle pages stood there, looking slightly uncomfortable in his livery. "Master Ianto, the Baroness wants you to come to her reception room immediately," he said, trying to sound solemn but failing; he was at that age when his voice was obviously trying to break.

"Very well," he answered, smiling at the boy.

"Master Ianto? Is Myfanwy here?" He suddenly went shy, as if afraid he was imposing.

That made Ianto grin. All of the castle's children adored the dragon, and she felt the same way about them. "Yes, she is. " He ushered the page in.

Myfanwy raised her head from where she'd rested it on her front paws, her green eyes whirling happily as the boy made a beeline toward her. Ianto's grin turned into a sigh; he wished that everyone got along with her as well as the younger ones did.

"Let's go, you two," he called, pulling on his formal tunic and buttoning the charcoal gray material over the deep blue shirt he was wearing. "Mustn't keep the Baroness waiting."

The page – whose name Ianto recalled was Gareth – moved back to let the dragon hop down from the window seat. Together the three of them left the tower, taking the wide stone steps down toward the common areas of Torchwood Castle. No one paid them any heed as they made their way through the various employees and servants who were the support staff of the immense structure; they were all used to Myfanwy by now, even though there were quite a few of them Ianto knew were still a bit uncomfortable around the magical creature. He couldn't really blame them for it, even though he knew she wouldn't hurt anyone without provocation.

Master Andrew Davidson, the Baroness' personal secretary, was at his desk when Ianto and his two companions arrived. "Good afternoon, Andy," he greeted the man. They hadn't really been on familiar terms until after Ianto had returned from his mission with Jack and his team, which was when the Wizard discovered the other man's love for a good story and a good pint. They'd gotten along famously after that.

"Afternoon, Ianto." He didn't look happy.

"What's going on?" That look tipped Ianto off that something wasn't right.

"Let's just say there are days when I really wonder why I work here," Andy sighed. "Look mate…I can't say anything, but you're not gonna like it."

Ianto stifled a sigh. "Thanks for the warning."

"Not a problem. I'll announce you. Gareth, why don't you head down to the kitchens and see where the Baroness' tea is."

"Yessir, Master Andrew." The page patted Myfanwy on the head as he left.

Andy got up from his desk, walking over to the door that led into the Baroness' reception chamber. Ianto could hear him telling the Baroness that Ianto was there; a few soft words answered, and the secretary pulled out of the doorway. "You can go in, Master Ianto," he said formally.

"Thank you, Master Andrew," the Wizard answered just as formally, recognizing the seriousness of the situation just from that.

Ianto knew he wasn't going to like this.

That was even before he set foot into the room.

Baroness Gwen Williams stood at the front of her own desk, wearing the robes she normally wore when she was holding court: a deep green overgown cinched at the waist with a white underdress showing at bosom, cuffs, and skirt front. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and the Baronial circlet rested in the dark curls, the plain red-gold band glinting in the sunlight streaming in from the high windows.

So, it was going to be official business then.

"Your Grace," he greeted, bowing. "You sent for me?" He let his professional mask slip effortlessly into place.

"I did, Master Ianto." She frowned. "You could have left the dragon outside."

"You should know by now….where I go, Myfanwy goes." Ianto knew she didn't care for his familiar at all, which was ironic considering that Cardiff's official heraldry all bore a red dragon, although one very different in looks from his Myfanwy.

"No matter." The Baroness smiled at him, completely ignoring the dragon sitting by Ianto's side. "Your loyalty to me hasn't escaped my notice, Master Ianto."

The Wizard didn't say anything; they both knew the only thing keeping him here was the contract he'd signed.

"I've decided that it's time I reward such loyalty," she went on, clasping her hands in front of her. The gesture was meant to make her look demure; but the expression on her face gave the Wizard the impression that she was feeling pretty triumphant about something.

"That isn't necessary, Your Grace." Ianto had the sudden urge to make a run for it. He could feel Myfanwy shifting beside him, picking up on his unease.

"Of course it is!" The Baroness smiled, which some might have thought comforting but for some reason to Ianto resembled some sort of predator's snarl. "You're important to the Castle, Master Ianto…and to me, of course."

Certainly he was important to her…important for the prestige value.

"That's why I've done something that should prove to you just how important you truly are," she went on.

Myfanwy's head rubbed against the fist that Ianto hadn't even been aware that he'd made. That contact relaxed him somewhat; after all, just how bad could it be?

Baroness Gwen's hazel eyes sparkled, as if she were trying to hold in her laughter. "I have found you a wife."


Chapter Three...

Comments

Wants to punch Gwen so hard but that would mean punching my uncle´s computer and I just can´t do that.
No, don't punch anything! Don't want you to hurt yourself...

Og God! I don't know if I can stand an bitchy Gwen and the angst that goes with Lisa or anything else that comes between Jack and Ianto. **covers eyes, blocks ears and songs 'Lalalalalala' very loudly**
Don't worry, I'm not evil. Well, not completely...
Bloody Gwen!!! This oughta go over well with our poor Ianto ;p I love this! Can't wait to see what you bring us next!
Yep! Let's just say Ianto is not amused...
Uh-oh... Sir Hallet's daughter? This can't end well...

I'm really starting to hate Gwen. Any chance for a part of the story where the peasants rebel and kill the ruling lord?
I'd say don't worry, but you know...

Thanks!
Gwen is such an interfering bitch - and up to no good! This story is off to a great start. I loved the first story and I know this one will be fantastic too!

Thank you!

Edited at 2010-07-09 03:31 am (UTC)
Oh yes, she is. But that's what happens when someone gets a lot of power in their hands...they think they can do anything.

And no...thank you! :)
Holy crap, what a bitch
*Worries about pretty much everyone -except Gwen*
Yep, she is.

And I'm very much afraid you should worry...
Oh no ... that is so not good ... not good at all!
Nope, not good at all...

*laughs evilly*
Oh dear I don't think Ianto will want a wife - can't think why really!! Bad Gwen - well at least it can't be her unless she's got rid of Rhys. NOw I'm sure the Brigadier will be able to sort things out - just worried where our friend Saxon is. More soonest please.
Yes, this doesn't make him at all happy. And the Brigadier...I love him. I had to have him in this.

As for Saxon...*laughs evilly*
oh I just LOVED the first story and read it today in one go, it was absolutely amazing. and I really love the beginning of this story, god I hate Gwen (I love to hate her ;)) stupid ugly manipulating bitch *coughs* sorry ;) though love Rhys ... can`t wait to read more!!! please update soon :D
Thanks for reading! I do know how you feel about Gwen, so I had to make her not nice here. And I adore Rhys, he deserves so much more...

I should be updating tomorrow or Sunday.
HOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIT. Love this.

(it's Lisa, y/y?)
Hmm...could be... ;)

Glad you like it! Thanks!
I've just read all of the previous fic - and now this - in one evening, and I love it. It's fantastic, and I love your world.

Gwen is so bitchy here, I hope Ianto manages to get himself out of this - I have a feeling this will be Lord Hallett's daughter?

Can't wait for more, hope I won't have to wait too long!
Thanks!

Yes, she is...but absolute power etc....and yes, it's someone who could be related to Lord Sir Hallet...:)

I should have the next chapter up tomorrow!
Andy is right: don't like this at all!

love the fic though
Ianto doesn't like it either.. :)

Thanks for loving the fic though!
arghhhh!
Gwen is a really ....
How does it Ianto will be able to get out of there? it can refuse?
Yes, she is...

We'll see about how he gets out of it...