Author: Milady Dragon
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.
She could hear it, speaking to her.
She thought maybe she was going mad.
My dark one…you are the one truly worthy of me…you can wield me, daughter of assassins…
She tried to ignore it, but the soft, silky voice grew stronger as she lay there, attempting to sleep. Not even the thunder could block it out.
You know you want me. Your darkness compliments mine.
She heard someone get up, and wanted to call out, to let them know that something was wrong, but she continued to lay there, pretending to be asleep.
It is simply the Wizard. Pay him no heed. He is too weak to use me as I was meant to be used. But you…we were destined. You and I, assassin's child.
She wondered vaguely how the voice knew, knew about her family.
That question brought quiet laughter.
I recognize you. I know you. None of these others do; they tolerate you, using you only for your skill with a blade and not even curious to know more about you.
She knew that wasn't exactly true, yet at the same time the voice was making sense.
You could not take your Masters' exams, because the Testers would know you immediately. You attempted to hide your true self, but that has proved to be impossible.
It was true; she'd had to bar herself from achieving her Mastery, it would have given away too much. Being a rogue assassin would have caused far too many questions, and the last thing she'd wanted was to have it get back to the Guild that she'd broken her vows. It wouldn't have mattered what her reason had been.
Not even the Assassins' Guild could control you. You are a force of nature, dark one. Nothing can stop you, only hold you back if you let it.
The voice was right. She'd known she lusted for wealth beyond the Guild, and what it could provide. She'd been meant for so much more than to sneak around and backstab local lords for pay. And yet, she'd still ended up a mercenary…
Only temporarily, and only so we could be brought together. It was Fate.
She'd always believed in Fate. Since the time that Unearthly Child had read her fortune, she'd believed. It had set her on her current path, riding with Captain Jack Harkness and his crew. She'd been his first recruit, and she'd served him well.
But you are above teaching weaklings how to use weapons they will never master, or cleaning up the messes left behind by your so-called teammates. Your skills are misused.
That was true. She felt the twin stabs of anger and frustration pierce deeply. She'd been misused, her skills unappreciated.
She lost track of time, as the voice whispered to her. Someone else got up, and this time she didn't give calling out another thought.
The immortal captain goes in search of his catamite.
The voice chuckled darkly.
Oh yes. I can sense the ancient magic in him, keeping him alive beyond the natural span. He was the reason I was brought to this place, only the Wizard who found me proved as weak as the young one who travels with you.
She remembered the story of the scroll, the story of…
There was yet another laugh.
At least she was amusing whatever it was speaking…
Not you, dark one. I am amused by your captain, thinking he can hide this. Oh, the Wizard knows, but it is only a matter of time before the Deathless makes a mistake.
It simply wasn't possible. She'd traveled with him for years, and never once had she seen…
That is because you are undeserving of his trust. He hides his true nature from you, who should have been his confidante.
Yes, she should have been.
Between us, there are no such secrets.
But Ianto knows…why him?
Because magic calls to magic, and the Deathless…wants to play. Has he ever played with you?
The voice sounded amused.
The anger roiled within her. She'd tried, when she'd first been recruited, but nothing had ever come of it. He'd seemed too enamored of the Baroness…
Do not let it bother you…you deserve better than that.
Yes, she did.
You deserve me.
Yes, she did.