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April 2018



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The Call of the Last - Chapter Two

Author: Milady Dragon
Artist: Madbottoms, whose amazing art is Here
Beta: Cjharknessgirl
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Merlin/Arthur (past); Eleven/River; Anwyn/OMC (mentioned)
Warnings: Language, Angst, Violence, Character Death, Reincarnation, MPreg (mentioned)
Spoilers: For all seasons of Torchwood (except Miracle Day; that does not exist in this universe) and for Merlin and Doctor Who (just to be safe)
Disclaimer:  I don't own Torchwood, Merlin, or Doctor Who.  All three belong to the BBC; Torchwood by Russell T. Davies; Doctor Who by Steven Moffat; and Merlin by Shine.  I don't own a thing here except for my own original characters.
Author's note:  This is written for the Long Live Ianto Big Bang Round One, and is yet another future story in the Dragon-Verse.  This takes place after The Green and the Blue so there are possible spoilers for anything that came before.  This is also a crossover with Merlin.

I want to thank my Chat Cheerleaders:  Totally4ryo, Bookwrm89, Cyberdigi, Moonfirefic, and Cjharknessgirl, because without their getting their pompoms out this might not have been finished, what with my crazy work schedule and personal life crises and all.  Also, a really big 'Thank you!' to Madbottoms for the wonderful art, which makes this story even better than I've been assured it is. 

Summary:  Jack's and Ianto's peaceful family life is disrupted when Ianto and their eldest daughter receive a magical call they are unable to ignore.  Drawn by that call, they find the Doctor and a young man having dreams of a past life.  Now they must race to find Avalon, and rescue the Once and Future King from whomever has stolen his body...and rescue his soul, as well.

14 April 3257 (Earth Standard Year)


The dragon who had gone by the name of Ianto Jones for almost too many years to count soared on the air currents over his home, the lake shining beneath him as he ducked and rolled under his mate’s clumsy grab.  He laughed, and the blue dragon that was Jack Harkness’ secondary form smirked as he flicked his tail against the dragon’s emerald green scales. 

Ddraig Llyn had changed in the little over eleven years since he and Jack had come home once more.  Not only were they the parents of twins – their miracle children, given as a blessing by the Great Dragons themselves – but they had opened the valley once more to their closest friends and trusted allies, who had come to live there as well.  Seven families called Ddraig Llyn home now, including their own, and they were happier than the dragon could remember.

A smaller aquamarine streak flashed across in front of him, and the dragon pulled up.  “Watch where you’re going, young lady,” he scolded.  He hadn’t gotten a good enough look in order to tell which one of the twins it was, but he was betting on Rowena; Cadi would be waiting at the house for Anwyn to arrive.

While retirement had done wonders for Jack and himself, their eldest daughter had found herself at a bit of a loose end after a couple of years, even with the challenges of helping her fathers raise twin dragons.  A couple of times a year Anwyn would take on jobs outside the valley, using her Captain’s credentials and her Torchwood connections to get supply runs to various colonies in the Empire.  Sometimes she would take private contracts; other times, Torchwood itself would ask her to fly personnel or equipment to various other planets. 

Anwyn had been on a private job this time, ferrying a group of archaeologists to some ruins half a galaxy away.  She was due back today, and the dragon knew that Cadi had been waiting very impatiently for her older sister to get home.  Where Anwyn was, Cadi was right there, and she’d actually worked out a way to take her human form by the age of nine, just so the little dragon could go places with her.  Rowena hadn’t caught up with that until she’d turned ten.

“Sorry, Tad,” Rowena answered, not sounding at all apologetic.  “But Anwyn’s back!”

The dragon glanced at his mate, and saw Jack grinning.  Together they banked toward the shore, and as they neared they saw their eldest standing there, Cadi with her. 

Jack didn’t even wait until he’d touched down before changing back; he landed quite gracefully in a swirl of gold, looking immeasurably pleased.  The dragon rolled his eyes and made his own landing, triggering his own transformation as he pulled his wings into his body.

Anwyn was grinning widely.  “Dad!” She hugged Jack.  “Tad!” Then Ianto.  “It’s good to be back. The hellions keeping you both busy?”

“Well,” Jack answered, “no one’s given Rowena chocolate lately.”

Their other daughter had joined them, taking on her own human shape.  She – and her identical twin – had Ianto’s slightly curly hair and Jack’s eyes.  She rolled those eyes as dramatically as only someone looking like a ten-year-old could.  “That’s only because you and Tad ordered it all hidden,” she sassed back.

“Of course we did,” Ianto said, chuckling.  They’d learned that Rowena, normally a fairly calm and solemn child, would go buzzing about like a hummingbird on speed if given enough chocolate. 

Anwyn laughed, hugging both her sisters to her sides.  “Then I suppose my presents might not be welcome?”

“As long as you’re volunteering to peel Rowena off the ceiling,” Jack teased. 

“Dad,” Rowena whined with all the petulance she seemed to be able to muster.

Cadi looked up at Anwyn adoringly; that had been the way of things, ever since the twins had been born.  From the moment Anwyn had held Cadi in her arms, the youngest Harkness-Jones child had been nearly inseparable from the older Anwyn, and had only been happiest when close to her.  It was a strain on her when Anwyn was gone, Cadi only coming out of her shell when Anwyn was home.

There were times when Ianto was very worried for his and Jack’s youngest, but there really wasn’t anything that could be done.  They’d thought about sending both twins out of the valley to school, but knew that would have been impossible; despite the multi-cultural aspect of Earth schools, Ianto simply didn’t trust them to be able to deal with adolescent dragons.

Jack had suggested they bring more families with children to the valley, that way their little ones would have playmates.  Three of the new families in Ddraig Llyn fit the bill, and while Rowena had taken to them, Cadi was still prone to being far too quiet when Anwyn was gone.

They’d talked to Anwyn, but neither Jack nor Ianto would have dreamed of asking her to stay when it was obvious that her own retirement wasn’t what she wanted.  She still felt that sense of duty that had driven the dragon and his mate to work for Torchwood for twelve hundred years.  She also had itchy feet, and Jack had blamed himself for that; it had been one of the reasons he’d left his own colony – the other being Gray, his brother – and had joined the Time Agency. 

At least she was limiting her trips, which made Ianto happy…and not just for Cadi’s sake.  He wanted his family all together, and while that might have been a bit selfish, he figured after so long he was entitled to a bit of selfishness.

Together, the family made their way into their home, the rebuilt Green Dragon Inn.  Jack ushered their youngest into the lounge, while Ianto headed into the kitchen, knowing that he would need to feed his mate and eldest daughter’s caffeine addiction.   Anwyn followed, volunteering to help with snacks and refreshments. 

As Ianto set to work at the coffee machine – it was an old-fashioned model, but then sometimes modern didn’t equal the best – Anwyn dug around in the cupboards for cups, mugs, and for the secret biscuit stash that the dragon always kept.  “I won’t ask you how you know where those were,” he teased.

“Please, Tad,” Anwyn laughed.  “You were never quite as sneaky as you thought you were.”

“And here I blamed your Dad for the biscuits running out.”

“Who do you think showed me where they were?”

Ianto chuckled.  “So, do you have any other jobs lined up?”

Anwyn shook her head.  “Nothing coming up.  Look, I know you need me around –“

“We’d never dream of asking you to stay somewhere you didn’t want to,” Ianto assured her. 

“I know that.”  She hugged him, one-armed.  “And I love you and Dad for it.  I really thought I was ready to retire…”

The dragon hugged her in return.  “It’s fine.  We love you, that’s all that matters.”  He went back to working the coffee machine.   “So…did anything exciting happen on your trip?”

“Not really,” she answered.  Then she grinned.  “Although, there was this gorgeous man I met at Farpoint Station…”

“And you think it’s gross that you know your Dad and I have sex?” he asked, rolling his eyes.

“It is!”

Ianto chuckled.  Anwyn’s libido, while not the equal of Jack’s, was also possibly one of the reasons she left periodically.  The pickings were slim in Ddraig Llyn, and while he knew his daughter really wanted to find her own mate, she still sought out ‘company’…not that Ianto could blame her.  She may have been a little over six hundred years old, but in dragon terms she was still very young.  It was another reason why she wasn’t ready to completely settle down.

“Just so long as you’re being careful,” he said. 

“Please,” she snorted.  “I’m on every form of birth control known to human, alien, and dragon…it’s perfectly fine.”  She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.  “You know you worry too much, Tad.”

“It’s my job,” he answered, smiling slightly.

“And you do it far too well.”  She stepped away, opening the packet of biscuits and setting them on a plate.  “Let’s get these out to the starving hoards, and I’ll tell you more about my trip…and yes, I’ll keep it family-friendly.  I’d hate to get you and Dad all upset.”

“Brat,” Ianto said fondly.

“And yet you still love me.”

“If I must.”  He mocked-glared at her.

Anwyn passed over the mugs she’d taken down, just in time for Ianto to pour the coffee.   “Yes, you must,” she answered lightly. 

Ianto couldn’t help but smile.  Yes, he really must. 


They’d spent a lovely afternoon together, Anwyn regaling them with several funny stories, which prompted Jack to do the same.  Both Rowena and Cadi were wide-eyed as their older sister described the planet she’d visited; all desert and ruins and two suns.  Ianto knew that, one day, the twins would want to accompany their sister, and he and Jack would let them go.  It would be hard, but they would be with Rowena and Cadi as they were with Anwyn; they wouldn’t tie any of them down to the valley until they were ready to stay for good.

Jack was sharing a story from their old Torchwood days when Ianto felt…something.

Before he knew it, he was on his feet, staring around the room, but somehow he knew whatever it was, wasn’t anywhere near. 

“Tad,” Anwyn whispered, “what was that?”

“Ianto?” Jack inquired, concerned.  “Anwyn?”

The dragon held his hand up.  Whatever it was called to him, pulling him from the house and out onto the beach, and he knew Anwyn was right with him, followed by the rest of their family.  He’d never felt anything like it before, and it frightened him yet at the same time he felt as if he belonged wherever that strange feeling was drawing him.

“You hear the call.”

Ianto had been so distracted by what he was sensing he didn’t even notice the Earth Dragon appearing before him, and he jumped at the deep, rumbling voice.  “The what?” he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.

The Earth Dragon’s ethereal form settled onto the ground.  “You hear the call of the Last Dragonlord.”

The dragon stilled, shock overcoming him.  The Last Dragonlord? That was impossible…

The Dragonlords had died out so long ago; in fact the very last had been Merlin, King Arthur’s Court Wizard and Consort.  Merlin himself had died childless, the last of the Great Sorcerers ever to walk the Earth…at least, that was what the stories claimed.  The entire magical world had mourned the day Merlin had passed, knowing what it had meant to those who were left behind. 

Magic would be almost completely gone within a thousand years, with only pockets still existing in isolated areas of the world.

Including Ddraig Llyn.

He was saved from denying what the Earth Dragon was claiming by Anwyn’s voice, sounding strained.  “If they’re calling Tad, then why am I feeling it?  And why aren’t my sisters?”

“What the hell is going on?” Jack demanded.  “What do you mean…Dragonlord?”

Ianto wrapped his arm around his oldest daughter, not as surprised as he should be that she was also sensing the call…since it was obvious that it was some sort of magical signal.  She was, after all, a part of him, although why the twins weren’t was a question.

“You both must answer,” the Earth Dragon said, completely evading the questions that had been thrown in his direction.  “Our Pact with the ones called Dragonlord must be followed.”

“But there are no more Dragonlords!” Ianto reiterated, frustrated, the need to answer the summons growing the longer they stood there.

“And yet there was the Call,” the Dragon said pedantically.

“Ianto and Anwyn aren’t going anywhere until there’s some sort of explanation!” Jack insisted.  He kept Rowena and Cadi close; both girls clung to their father as if he were their lifeline.

“A very long time ago,” Ianto answered his mate, “a certain clan of dragons entered into a Pact with a family of humans.  The reason is lost to time, but it meant that anyone of that clan would be forced to answer any sort of summons from any members of that human family line.  It was basically an agreement for those dragons to become slaves to that family.”

“You mean you have no choice but to answer whatever this call is?”  Jack looked angry. 

Ianto couldn’t blame him; he wasn’t feeling all that happy himself.  “No choice at all.  But, all the so-called Dragonlords were supposed to have died nearly three thousand years ago.  There shouldn’t be anyone left to make the call!”  He glared accusingly at the Earth Dragon.  “And why does Anwyn sense it and not the twins?”  He knew why Jack didn’t; his mate was technically a human who could transform into a dragon and not a dragon who could transform into a man.  Although Anwyn had never shown any sign of gaining a dragon-form.

“Rowena and Cadi are too young to sense the call,” the Earth Dragon finally deigned to answer.  Dragons of only a certain age can be summoned by a Dragonlord.”

“And that still doesn’t explain why there’s a Dragonlord out there when they’re all supposed to have died out!” Ianto growled.

“Tad,” Anwyn sighed.  “We don’t have any choice.  I can feel the pull getting stronger…”

She was right.  The summons was thrumming along his very nerves, tugging him toward the source of the call.  There really was no way to avoid going.

“It’s to the south,” he murmured, turning his face in the direction the call was strongest.  “We can take the transmat to New Cardiff and home in on it once we get there.”

“No way,” Jack snapped.  “You two aren’t going anywhere until we know more about the situation.  And I’m not about to let you walk into something that might be a trap.”

“Jack,” Ianto sighed.  “We’ll be all right.  Even though we don’t have a choice, any Dragonlord wouldn’t hurt us.”  He didn’t want to try to explain how Uther Pendragon had used a Dragonlord to supposedly trap and kill most of the dragons in that long-lost clan.   He didn’t think his mate would let them leave, no matter how strong the call became.

“It’s okay, Dad,” Anwyn added.  “Tad and I can look after ourselves.  Besides, there’s no way I’m going anywhere without being armed.”

“I’m coming with you –“ Jack began.

“Someone has to stay here with Rowena and Cadi,” Ianto pointed out.  “We’ll keep in contact, Jack.  I promise.”

Jack didn’t look happy; the twins looked scared, and Ianto wished they could understand more of what was happening.  He realized that all the two could tell was that he and their sister were going away, and that their Dad was worried. 

He knelt down in front of them, hugging the two girls to him tightly.  “Anwyn and I will be back soon,” he said with certainty.  “You take care of your Dad for us, all right?”

Rowena nodded solemnly.  “We will, Tad.”

Cadi was angry.  “But Anwyn just got home!” she stamped her foot.

 “Hey, brat,” Anwyn said, taking her turn with the hugs.  “I’ll be back with Tad.  We just have to do this, and I promise I’ll stay home through the New Year, all right?”

The little girl chewed her lip.   “But I missed you!”

“I know, and I missed you, too.  But someone has to stay here and keep Dad out of trouble, you know how he is.”

Cadi nodded seriously.   “Okay, but hurry back, okay?”

“Do my best, kiddo.” 

Jack looked very uncertain about the whole thing.  “Ianto…”

The dragon pulled his mate into his arms.  “You know we’ll be careful, Jack.  And we’ll come back.”

“I trust you,” Jack muttered.  “It’s just whoever’s behind this call that I don’t trust.”

Ianto nodded, releasing Jack.  “I know.  We’ll be careful.”

“You better be.  Now go on, before I change my mind and call in all sorts of back-up for you from Torchwood Central.”

He knew Jack would, too. 


They transmatted to New Cardiff, materializing at the main transmat hub for the city.  It was past rush hour, and the hub wasn’t nearly as busy as it would have been just an hour ago.  Ianto and Anwyn left the modern-looking building, stopping to stand in the middle of what passed for the Roald Dahl Plass in this new city in order to get their bearings.

“We’re close,” Anwyn said, confirming what Ianto himself was feeling. 

“What do you say we arrive in style?”  He might not have been happy about having to answer this call, but Ianto knew he wasn’t about to walk into the situation in his human form.

“They must be expecting a dragon,” Anwyn agreed.  “I say we give one to them.”

Ianto grinned at his daughter.  “Let’s get somewhere a bit more private.”

‘More private’ ended up being the roof of the transmat hub.  Once they were there, Ianto triggered the change into his true form, and the dragon shook out his wings before kneeling just enough for Anwyn to climb up onto his back.  She’d come prepared, wearing a pair of goggles around her neck, her hair tied back to keep it from blowing into her face.  She wasn’t wearing a coat, since it was warm enough without one, but she was still dressed in her shipboard clothes, which made her almost like a Steampunk version of a Cavalier.  All she was missing was the large feathered hat to make the look complete.

Never let it be said that a daughter of his and Jack’s didn’t have flair, especially where clothes were concerned.

“You haven’t taken me flying in a long time.”  The dragon could hear the excitement in Anwyn’s voice.

“Then we should get to it!”  With a flexing of his wings, the dragon was airborne, sailing over the city of New Cardiff.

It was so very different from the old Cardiff that the dragon had lived in for so long.  The buildings were taller; and while some of the landmarks were the same, others were very different.  There was no more Millennium Centre, and yet the Plass had been transplanted.  The entire city was cleaner and brighter than Old Cardiff had been, and the dragon found he missed it.

He circled around, trying to follow the call back to its source.  It thrummed strongly against his nerves, pulling him toward the City Centre…

The dragon followed the call, knowing the sooner they found out what was going on, the sooner they could get back home.

The call seemed to be coming from the tallest building in New Cardiff.

With his sharper vision the dragon could make out two men on the rooftop.  As he flew closer, more detail became visible: one of them was tall and gangly, wearing somewhat anachronistic clothing; and the other had black hair, even thinner than the other, wearing a fairly nice business suit with the tie loosened.

He looked vaguely familiar, but the dragon couldn’t place him.

Kicking up a wind that whipped the strangers’ clothes, the dragon settled onto the rooftop.  Anwyn didn’t wait for him to bend down before she was sliding off, her hand firmly on the butt of the blaster in its holster at her hip.   As he furled his wings close to his body he looked at the two men.  The one in the business suit he realized was in too much a state of shock to be a concern.  The other, though…

The other man literally stank of Time.

There was only one person that the dragon knew who dressed oddly and was that rife with the sheer essence of Time.

“Greetings, Doctor,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at the Time Lord.  “I take it you’re the reason we were called here?”

Chapter Three



I forgot to say, beautiful banner.
and what a pleasant surprise to see this montage under chapter.

Anwyn is called as Ianto. I wonder if she'll be able to become a dragon. I seem to remember that this possibility had been discussed.

Go without Jack! it's hard!
It really is a gorgeous banner! I'm so happy with it!

Anwyn is a mystery which we shall solve...eventually.

"The other man literally stank of Time."

Yep, that's how I'd usually describe him, especially when he was being a bastard to Jack.
Oh, absolutely! *grins*
Great chapter, and amazing banner by Madbottoms!
It's a fantastic banner! She did an awesome job on all the artwork. :)