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The Breaking - Chapter Fifteen

The Breaking - Chapter Fifteen
Author: Milady Dragon
Artist: Madbottoms
Beta: Totally4ryo
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto, Toshiko/Kathy, pre-Alice Carter/Patrick Delaware, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan
Warnings: Language, Violence, Child Endangerment, Temporary Character Death
Spoilers: Up through S3, "Children of Earth".
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better...and so I rewrite it so it might make more sense.
Author's note:  This is the "The Breaking", the Dragon-Verse rewrite of "Children of Earth".  I have changed the date to reflect the fact that school doesn't start in Great Britain until September, and not the original airing date.  This was written for the Long Live Ianto Big Bang Round Two.

SummaryThe Fae are watching.  The children are chanting.  Can Torchwood stop the end of the world?

17 September 2009

“My contacts have been stubbornly quiet, Captain,” Brigadier Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart’s voice boomed from the phone’s handset. No matter how old he got, Sir Alistair still had that order-barking tone that always had Jack standing to attention, even when he was sitting down.

“That’s why I’m calling, Sir Alistair,” Jack said. “I wanted to ask you to stop asking around.”

“If there’s something going on, we need to know it!” the Brigadier exclaimed, sounding confused.

“Yes, I know. But my technician has found evidence that UNIT might be involved deeper than we previously thought.” He explained what Toshiko had found.

Anyone else would have cursed at this, but not Sir Alistair. Instead, the old soldier said, “I think, perhaps I might go and have tea with Her Majesty. It’s way overdue.”

Jack wanted to laugh. Trust Sir Alistair to find a way to help that wouldn’t put him in too much danger. Besides, Jack himself hadn’t been able to reach the Queen; perhaps a frontal assault would do the job? “Please give Her Majesty my regards.”

“I shall. Thank you for the call, Captain. I shall hopefully see you soon.”

Jack rang off, grateful for the Brigadier’s support. While he’d never really gotten along with most of the idiots at UNIT – Colonel Mace being the exception, more than the rule – Sir Alistair had respected Jack pretty much from the beginning. He’d been the one to contact Jack and Ianto to let them know about Toshiko, and Jack would forever be grateful just for that.

Jack left his office, spying Ianto up by the coffee machine. He headed over, and wrapped his arms around his mate from behind, resting his chin on the dragon’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re making coffee. I would murder a cup.”

Ianto chuckled, and Jack could feel it through his chest. “You’re not the only one. How did it go with Sir Alistair?”

Jack explained what the Brigadier had said, and what he was going to do. “We can’t get a phone connection with Lizzie, so I’m hoping Sir Alistair can. They’re good friends, after all. Hopefully anyone keeping her in the dark won’t stop him from getting in just on that alone.”

“I know we were going to, but do you really think it’ll do any good questioning our MI5 guests?”

He sighed. “No, not really. I doubt they know all that much, now that I’ve thought about it. But I do think we should transfer them into Kathy’s care before we head into London. I don’t want to leave them here while we’re gone simply because we don’t know how long we’ll be gone. The last thing we need is to come back here and find them dead because we weren’t here to feed them.”

Ianto nodded. “I agree. Plus I’m certain they’re missing their friend.” There was a teasing note in his mate’s voice that made Jack smile.

He watched as Ianto’s slender fingers worked the coffee machine, moving in their patterns over the knobs until the coffee was done. He poured two cups, and while Jack really wanted his he didn’t want to let go. He burrowed his face into Ianto’s neck, breathing in his mate. Ianto smelt the same as always: of old paper and coffee, but it wasn’t until their true mating did Jack notice the extremely faint undertones of earth and sky, of rain and smoke that was the dragon under the suits and human form that Ianto cultivated. When Ianto was the dragon, those scents were more powerful, and it was the single sign that his mate was far more than anyone would ever guess.

“Are you alright?” Ianto asked softly, resting his hand on Jack’s clasped ones over his waist.

Jack lifted his head. “These last days have been hell, but you’ve been my rock and I cannot express just how much I love you for it.”

“You are my eternity, Jack,” his mate whispered. “I will always be there for you, for as long as we both shall live.”

“I can’t believe how much of my past you’ve accepted and it hasn’t stopped you believing in me.”

“I doubt there’s anything that you could do that would shake that belief. I sang the Commitment Song and made my vows to you, and I flew the mating flight with you. I will love you until the Sun goes out and the Earth is long dead and dust.”

Jack couldn’t express just what this meant to him. He’d never thought that he’d find this sort of love, that he would always lose those closest to him. Having Ianto as his mate meant that would never happen, that he would spend their eternities together.

He didn’t kid himself into thinking that they’d never disagree, and that they’d even have fights, but Jack knew that these wouldn’t tear them apart. The Great Dragons has meant for them to be together for as long as Ianto was alive – and it didn’t change anything knowing just how they’d accomplished that – and Jack would never disagree with their decision.

Gently, he turned Ianto until he was facing him, and Jack leaned forward, kissing his mate quietly, but with a passion that he’d never felt for anyone else, the warmth of his mate’s lips feeling perfect. They simply stood there, kissing softly, reaffirming their connection through that simple touch.

Jack lost track of time as they stood there. The world could have ended around them and he would never have noticed, so focussed was he on this wonderful person held in his arms. Jack felt complete, as if he had been missing this his entire life and he hadn’t even realised it until he’d met Ianto. Yes, he’d fought against the pull, but in the end the dragon calling himself Ianto Jones had proved irresistible. What would Jack have done if he’d lost Ianto, back nearly two years ago when his actions had broken his beautiful dragon’s trust in him? He couldn’t even consider it.

Eventually they pulled apart, and Jack wanted to keep the look on Ianto’s face in his heart forever. His mate was so very beautiful, lips red and kiss swollen, his eyes changed into their dragon aspect but holding a sparkle that, to Jack, was brighter than the stars themselves.

He may have once wanted to return to those self-same stars, but Jack had found his home in Cardiff, and in a secluded valley to the north with a creature from legend.

It was funny how things could turn out, especially for a boy born on a frontier world in the far future.

“I’m certain the coffee is cold by now,” Ianto murmured, his eyes slowly changing back to their human blue.

“I don’t care,” Jack answered. He leaned back in, and the coffee was completely forgotten.


Alice sat on a large rock, looking out over the peaceful waters of Ddraig Llyn, lost in thought.

She’d learned a lot about her father in the last day, and yet surprisingly she couldn’t hold the past against him. Patrick had explained what Torchwood had forced him to do, and while it made her hate the organisation even more than before, she simply couldn’t hate Jack.

Her mother had railed against both Torchwood and Jack Harkness, and while she’d been perfectly correct about Torchwood Alice had learned that her mother had been wrong in so many ways about Jack. She wasn’t naïve and knew her dad had done things that she’d never agree with, but Alice was discovering that most of those times he just hadn’t had a choice. And, to now find out that they’d actually held her mother’s health over his head, in the beginning of their relationship…it made Alice wonder just what her father would give up for her and Steven.

It was an almost frightening thought that her own father could love that much that he would do anything for those he cared the most about.   That sort of commitment went against what her mother had told her about her dad, and it hurt in a way that she’d not known that about the man she’d once married.

There were times when Alice wished her mother was still alive, so she could be shown this side of Jack that she’d obviously never known existed. Although she wasn’t sure her mum would actually want to know that he’d given away twelve children in order to protect her…

A loud cry echoed across the valley, and Alice looked up to see Myfanwy, her dad and tad’s pteranodon, circling high on the wind currents over the lake, and she couldn’t help but smile. Her dad was fond of saying that capturing her had been his and Ianto’s first date, which made an odd sort of sense given the strangeness they dealt with every day. The pteranodon suddenly dove downward, and her beak skimmed the surface of the lake; when she rose once more, it was with a large fish held triumphantly in her mouth.

“She’s really kinda amazing.”

Alice didn’t startle at the unexpected voice. “Yes, she is,” she agreed, turning to look over her shoulder at Patrick.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” he said, his body language suddenly awkward. Alice had never really seen this in him, and it was endearing. Patrick Delaware was confident and self-assured, and this was a part of him Alice hadn’t thought existed.

“It’s fine,” she said, motioning him to join her. “Just getting a bit of peace before it goes to hell again.”

“Which it will,” he agreed, coming to sit next to her on her rock. He looked out over the lake with her, a slight smile on his face. “You know, before I came to Cardiff I had no idea places like this existed. Hell, I didn’t even believe in magic, but here…you can feel it, can’t you? The timelessness and the magic that lives here?”

“Yes, I know.” She leaned back on her hands, letting the sun warm her face. “The first time I came here, I only got to enjoy it for not even a day before disaster happened. Then the valley became a refuge from the Master.”

“I can’t even imagine it,” Patrick murmured. “I know I did things in that Year, but I…just don’t want to know.” He chuckled weakly. “I have enough nightmares as it is.”

Alice glanced over, to see him looking at her. For some reason she blushed slightly, and then blamed the sun. “It truly was hell, Patrick, and I hope you never have to deal with anything like it. But, at the same time, so many friendships were made here…and we’re all a family because of it.”   He was sitting close enough for her to swing her foot over and prod his calf. “You’re a part of that now too, you know.”

“Yep.” He turned away, back toward the lake. “It’s so weird…I came here because my granddad Canton thought this would be a good opportunity for me, and I ended up a part of something I hadn’t even known existed. My entire family says I’ve changed, but I can’t see it.”

“Well, not having known you before Torchwood, I wouldn’t honestly know, but I like the person you are.”

Was he actually blushing? Alice didn’t feel alone in her embarrassment, which was good to know.

“Thanks,” he said softly.

They sat there in silence for a while, watching the sun heading toward twilight. It was a peaceful, comfortable silence, and Alice found herself enjoying it.

A couple of minutes later it hit her…she was comfortable in Patrick Delaware’s company.

She found herself doing something she didn’t think she would ever do…she actually looked at him, out of the corner of her eye, simply taking her time to consider her companion. She took in the receding hairline, the blue eyes, the small scar on his chin. His clothes were a bit baggy, and they hid what she knew was a body that he kept in shape against what he’d called the “Delaware spread”. He wasn’t conventionally handsome; in fact, under certain circumstances he would have been completely unobtrusive, which he claimed to have inherited from the Coulson side of his family. But now, with him totally relaxed, Alice could see that he was, in fact, quite easy on the eyes.

There were things she didn’t quite like about him, like his love affair with guns and the fact that he used ketchup with his fish and chips, but maybe she could live with them.

“You should ask my tad for permission to court me,” she said, before she even realised she was speaking.

Patrick promptly choked.

“Excuse me,” he finally said, just when Alice was convinced he wasn’t going to respond, “did you just say I should ask your tad for permission to court you?”

“I would say ask Dad,” she answered blandly, trying to keep the grin off her face at his expression of bewilderment, “but Tad is much more old fashioned and would understand the sentiment behind it.”

“And if he eats me?” Patrick asked, his voice suddenly light and teasing.

The grin couldn’t be held back any longer. “I’m sure you’ll taste quite nice.”

Patrick laughed. “If that was a euphemism, then the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Oh god,” Alice groaned, face planting into her palm.   “I’ve become my dad.”

His laughter went louder, and he leaned far enough over to bump her shoulder with his own. “It was bound to happen eventually. It’s in the genes…you know, like male pattern baldness.” He ran his fingers through his own thinning hair.

“If you can deal with me being my dad, I can handle you becoming yours.”

“Then I guess this means, after we’re done with all the crap going on at the moment, I should ask your tad about this whole dating thing, since you’re willing to put up with me leaving hairs in the shower.”

“Oh no,” Alice said, waggling her finger at him, “you’re cleaning the drain when you’re done.”

Patrick’s eyes turned serious. “Does this mean we might get to the part where I actually use your shower some time?”

She regarded him closely. There were questions in his eyes, and he looked hopeful. “Maybe,” she answered coyly, “if you play your cards right.”

“Oh, that’s alright then,” Patrick said, relaxing. “I definitely know how to play all sorts of card games.”

Alice smacked him in the shoulder. Just because she could.

Chapter Sixteen


the "calm before the storm"
love the banter between Alice and Patrick. I hope Patrick finally _does_ ask permission from Ianto...although having him ask Jack would be comedic gold ;)

eagerly awaiting next chapter (as patiently as I can ^_^)
Oh yes, this is just a small interlude and stuff starts happening. *grins crazily*

Patrick will ask, but he'll of course wait until things calm down. Also wait until he calls his own folks and tells them he's dating!

At least I'm posting every day. :)
Loved the update!!
Thanks! :)
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" I love, love, love Alice and Patrick. Congratulations! You've given me a new ship :) (although this one may prove difficult to assuage easily...)
Thank you! I'm glad you like Alice and Patrick. I have plans for them. :)
Tad is definitely the one to go to, I think. Go Patrick! Yay! That was a very sweet start to a relationship. :)
Tad will be a lot less likely to threaten Patrick's life, that's for sure! LOl!

I trust you have already written that wonderful scene where Patrick stammers and sweats his way through asking permission from Ianto..And I do hope you will have Ianto do something evil and snarky..but of course approve...
Don't worry, I don't have it officially written but it is planned. :)
I'm glad Alice has a shot at a decent love life. Now, if they can only get rid of those pesky government traitors and the 456....
Alice does deserve it, doesn't she? And Patrick will be good for her.

Oh, don't worry about the government... *laughs*
I haven't been able to be online much so I have had to binge read this. This verse continues to be amazing and I can not wait for more.

Love your take on COE much better than canons. And of course now that Gwen is not part of TW it makes for a better read.
Don't worry, I'm just glad you're enjoying it!

LOL about Gwen! But I do warn you...she will be back. I have plans for her... *laughs manically*
Wonderful update! Lovely interlude with Jack and Ianto, and I'm loving Alice/Patrick.

Looking forward to the next chapter. :)
Thank you! Glad you like Alice and Patrick, I do certainly have plans for them. :)

Aaw! All sorts of romance and fluffiness and happily-ever-after - perfect as a bedtime story! :-)
Thank you! I little bit of fluff before things start hitting the fan all over again!
Thank you! :)