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Time Trap - Chapter Nine

Time Trap - Chapter Nine
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones; Patrick Delaware/Alice Carter; Martha Jones/Tom Milligan; Arthur (Harkness-Jones) Pendragon/Merlin Williams-Song; Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (Past); Owen Harper/Diane Holmes; John Hart/Cadi Harkness-Jones
Warnings: Language, Violence, Mpreg, Angst, Time Travel, Perceived Character Death
Spoilers: Up through Torchwood Series Three, through Agents of SHIELD Season One, for Captain America: The Winter Soldier, none really for Merlin, Doctor Who, and Sarah Jane Adventures.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.  Nor do I own Merlin, Doctor Who, anything in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or the Sarah Jane Adventures.  Oh, or Josh Gates either, although I'd kinda like to.

Author's note:  This is the sequel to the story, "Decisions", and is a crossover between the Dragon-Verse Post-Series and the Future Adventures.  It's also "Captain America: The Winter Soldier" compliant and "Agents of SHIELD" season one compliant.

SummaryTorchwood London gets a surprise...a displaced time traveller who is the double for a long dead friend.  Meanwhile, the Cardiff Hub also plays host to a visitor that is somehow linked to the man in London.  Who is he, and what does his presence mean for the timelines?

3 June 2014


The main area of the Hub2 looked as if a whirlwind had passed through it.

Patrick stood with his hands on his hips, examining the scene with an eye that would have done a crime scene investigator proud. There were papers scattered from several of the desks, littering the concrete floor like some bizarre form of snow. Two of the desks had been forcibly moved from their former positions, and nearly every chair in the room had been knocked over. It had been a hell of a struggle, and Patrick was surprised at the lack of blood that he saw, more than the mess that had been made of his headquarters in the short time they’d been gone.

Clint’s bow was under one of the desks. It must have been tossed there, although either before or after the fight Patrick couldn’t readily tell. But its presence there, and the lack of presence of its owner, worried Patrick more than he could express.

Luke and Rani were fine; they only had minor bruises from being tossed around. The men who’d teleported into the base had thrown them into a storage room and had locked them in, keeping them away from whatever had happened within the Hub2 itself. He was so very grateful, because while both could take care of themselves one loss was more than enough.

“Did you get anything?” he asked Mickey, who was busily running a scanner around the trashed room.

“Temporal traces,” Mickey reported. “More than one. They were outnumbered, that’s for sure.”

That didn’t really need to be said. Patrick was well aware of just how deadly Clint was, and while he didn’t really know the first thing about their ‘guest’, just from what he’d witnessed and from what Jack had shared with them about the Shieldsmen, he could guess that Pendragon was just as deadly…if not deadlier. It would have taken more than a knock-down, drag-out fight to get them to surrender.

He didn’t need to see the Hub2’s CCTV system to know what that would have been.

With a sigh, he made his way toward the infirmary area, needing to know if Tish was alright.

Tish had been knocked unconscious, but despite the darkening bruise on her forehead she seemed more pissed off than in pain. She was seated on the examination table, letting Martha examine her. As he entered, he just caught her telling Eion to back off because he was trying hover over her too much; they may not have worked out as a couple, but they were still great friends. “Those bastards just appeared out of nowhere,” she hissed as Martha flashed a light in her eyes to check for dilation. “Damnit sis, that’s bright!” She tried to push Martha’s hand down, but it wasn’t working.

“Hold still,” Martha chided. “I need to make sure you don’t have concussion.”

“What else?” Jack asked calmly…way too calmly, if Patrick had to admit. His father-in-law had been the first to enter the Hub2, gun drawn, and he’d been the one to find Tish slumped on the ground next to her terminal. Patrick knew how protective he was over the Joneses, so Jack had to have been fuming inside.

“Like I said, they just appeared,” Tish went on, submitting to her sister’s poking and prodding with ill grace, shifting on the hard table in order to make herself more comfortable. “There were eight of them, all pretty non-descript except they all wore a mishmash of clothing. One of them was dressed like some sort of monk out of the Middle Ages! But they all carried weapons, kinda like that sonic blaster we picked up in one of the black market raids.”

Jack nodded. “If they’re from the same time as Pendragon, then that would make sense.”

Patrick and his small team – with Hart in tow – had arrived back at the Hub2 first, followed quickly by the group Martha had taken out to find the signal out in Piccadilly and then the majority of the tertiary team. Not wanting to take a chance, he’d sent Erisa, Santiago, and Genevieve back out to check out the signal as soon as they’d arrived, followed by Jeff and Cassie as back-up. It had turned out to be a hoax; some small device that had put out the signal that Luke’s sensors had picked up, which hadn’t surprised Patrick at all, meaning that whoever had attacked the Hub2 had meant to draw most of the team away in order to get easier access and had most likely had the place under some form of surveillance.

They’d managed to locate Tish and Luke and Rani quickly enough, but Clint had been missing. Patrick wondered why their resident archer had been taken, and if he had to guess it had been because of whatever fracas had occurred in the main work area.

Or else as leverage, against either Torchwood or Pendragon he couldn’t say.

“I know Clint tried to take them down, and he did manage to get a couple, but…” Tish shook her head. “I don’t remember anything after that at all. It’s all a blank.”

Probably when she’d gotten hit over the head, Patrick mused to himself. “Luke’s bringing up the internal cameras now,” he said. “We’ll know what happened then.”

As if on cue, Luke’s voice came over the comms, saying he had the recordings up and ready. Patrick’s heart thumped painfully, hoping what they were about to see wasn’t worse than what he was already imagining.

The entirety of Torchwood London gathered in the lab, standing around the largest view screen in the Hub2. Luke fidgeted, eyes darting around to everyone around him, looking quite upset. Whatever he’d seen on the CCTV had bothered him, no doubt about it.

“Play it,” Patrick ordered softly, a part of him dreading what was about to appear on the screen.

The young man nodded sharply, finger touching the embedded keyboard in the top of the holotable.

The screen lit up, showing the main area of the Hub2 from an angle and downward. “Rani and I were in the lab,” Luke said, as the recording began. Rani nodded in agreement. “This is new to us, too…at least this part of things. I…saw some of it, when I was rewinding to the nearest timestamp before the attack…” He shrugged helplessly, and Patrick considered that he might be feeling guilty about being caught so easily. He’d need to have a talk with the young man when this was all over because, if two highly-trained men had been taken, then Luke really hadn’t stood a chance.

The picture was of Tish at her station, doing something at her computer. She said something too low for anyone to hear, and Luke turned up the volume without being prompted.

“– don’t understand why you have to hover up there like that,” she was complaining, although there was a fond note to her voice. “It’s not like it’s a new view to you.”

There was a laugh off-screen, and Patrick recognised it instantly, knowing that its owner would be perched high up in the exposed steel rafters of the former warehouse. “You know I see better from a distance,” Clint said teasingly. “And this way I can look down your –“

Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by a loud banging sound coming from somewhere off camera. “What the hell –“ Tish managed before there were several flashes of light, and eight people suddenly appeared around the main area, all dressed as she’d described and holding sonic blasters.

Two were down with arrows in them before anyone could react, disappearing before they could hit the floor. Then, three of the intruders aimed their weapons toward the ceiling, firing almost in unison.   There was no shout of pain or sound of falling body, so Patrick assumed they’d missed Clint entirely.

Tish cried out, but her hand was moving toward her desk drawer where Patrick knew she kept her gun. She didn’t make it; the stranger closest to her, looking like something out of some period drama only with a metallic belt around his waist, swung what appeared to be a baton of some sort and it connected with her forehead, knocking her down. He then stood over her prone form, pointing his gun at her.

“Come down,” one of them called, his words a sing-song of a strange accent that Patrick couldn’t identify. “Come down or we’ll kill her.” He sounded smug, and the grin on his face was evident even in the slightly grainy video as he motioned to the floor with his weapon.

Clint dropped into frame, and another of the intruders practically tore the bow from his hands, flinging it aside. Clint glared at him, but didn’t make a move, only lifting his hands to show he wasn’t armed any longer. “There’s no need to hurt anyone,” he said, pitching his voice low and comforting. Patrick recognised it as the ‘I know you’re crazy but I’m trying to be your friend’ voice that every hostage negotiator was taught.

The man who’d threatened Tish simply smirked. “Find him,” he directed the others. Four of them moved, leaving camera shot.

This one was obviously the leader. He was dressed in a deep blue tunic and trousers, looking out of place in the current century. His hair was dark with silver at the temples, and he was cruelly handsome.

“I know him…” Jack murmured. Patrick glanced at him, seeing a puzzled expression on his face.

“Do you know where?” he asked softly.

Jack shook his head, frustrated. “I should, though.”

“Yeah, you should,” Hart piped up from the chair he’d been cuffed to, and he didn’t sound happy. “That’s Juno Bayl, the bastard.”

“Pause it,” Patrick ordered. He then regarded Hart. “And just who is Juno Bayl?”

“He’s the head of the Time Agency,” was the answer, but it didn’t come from Hart.

It came from Jack, who looked as if someone had just hit him over the head with a heavy object.

Patrick frowned at his father-in-law. “I thought the Time Agency had been disbanded.”

“It has been,” Hart replied. “And Bayl ended up on a prison planet on the edge of Imperial space because of a list of charges as long as my dick, thanks to some very determined people. But it looks like he’s found a way out.” His jaw clenched, as if he was barely holding himself back from saying something he shouldn’t.

Everyone ignored the dick part.

“But why here?” Josh asked. “And why is he after Pendragon?”

Both excellent questions, but Hart was done speaking. He simply leaned back in the chair, managing to look comfortable even though he was tied to it and his expression resembled a disgruntled little kid. But there was actually fear in his pale eyes, and Patrick wasn’t sure what scared him more…a frightened John Hart, or someone who could transport themselves into his Hub at will.

Patrick stifled a sigh when the ex-Time Agent remained silent, instead going back to the recording. “Start it up again.”

The images on the screen started moving once more. The man Hart had identified as Bayl moved toward Clint, who stayed exactly where he was, hands still raised. He glanced over at the person holding the gun on the unconscious Tish, then back to Clint. “We’re not going to hurt anyone, we just want what we came here for and then we’ll be gone. If you simply cooperate everything will be fine.”

“Pardon me if I don’t quite believe that,” Clint answered, in the exact same tone he’d have used to discuss the weather.

“You’re Torchwood,” Bayl answered. “I might have…disagreed with what Torchwood did to me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to risk timelines over something that will be settled as soon as I…ah, and there he is.”

The fact that Torchwood apparently still existed far into the 52nd century settled into the back of his mind as Patrick watched the four antagonists who’d left came back into shot, Pendragon walking in the centre of their diamond formation, all guns aimed at various parts of his anatomy. From his position on camera Patrick couldn’t see the expression on the man’s face, but his body seemed wound tightly as they escorted him to Bayl, as if he was holding himself in check.

“You’re very good,” Bayl commented. “You do certainly live up to your reputation.”

Pendragon said nothing.

Patrick frowned. This Bayl person was talking to their guest in English, as if he expected the Shieldsman to understand him…and that thought brought up a flair of suspicion that, perhaps, they’d been played in some way.

But then, they’d already assumed that Phillip Pendragon was something beyond what he appeared.

Bayl sketched a bow. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Grand Master Pendragon…or should I say Phillip Coulson, Director of SHIELD?”

Chapter Ten



ok - 1st I want to say: I WAS RIGHT!!! They _were_ after Coulson!! [yay me! :) ]
Right. Enough. Moving on.

What happens when they find out that they went to the wrong Hub and got the wrong man?!?
Was that's why Future!Phil was there? so Bayl would get the wrong one?
What is Bayl planning since he says he's not messing up the timeline?
Is time still being changed?
Where's Franklin in this?
Where's Clint?
What's Hart's role in this?
Will I stop asking questions?

Exciting update! :)
I'm eagerly awaiting the next update.

Edited at 2015-02-01 02:54 pm (UTC)
Yes, they are...but which one? Is one a red herring? Or is there something else??


Bayl's not messing with Torchwood's timeline...he didn't say anything about anyone else's. *winks*

Please don't ever stop asking questions...I love 'em!! More up later. :)
Loved the update! I can't wait to see what happens next!
Thanks! We'll start getting answers in the next chapter. :)
OMG, you're killing me with these cliffhangers!
But it's not a bad way to die, right? *laughs*
Wha... they are after Coulson? And what does this jerk from the Time Agency have to do with it? Why did they take Clint? Arrgh, I'm on tenterhooks here!
Yes...but which Coulson are they after? I can promise that Hart is in it only for the sex, because we all know what a motivator that is for him. *grins*

More up in a bit, and some of the questions are going to start to be answered. :)
You do realise I will not sleep tonight and wear the refresh button on the computer out...And yesss..if hart is afraid..we should all be very afraid..
I do hope you got some sleep!

More up in a bit, I'm polishing the next chapter now. :)
When I read this, I interpreted it differently from your other commenters. I thought it meant that Pendragon was actually a descendant of this Times Phil Coulson, and had inherited SHIELD. Otherwise, why would they call him Pendragon? And anyway, didn't they bring him into the past (from his own time)? All who is right, which Phil are they really after? And would they have dared hurt anyone, knowing it could cause a paradox? And probably more likely to near a fixed point like Jack. This story is really addictive, I can't wait for the next chapter.
These are fascinating theories and questions! All I can say is, the next chapter will start clearing things up.

Thanks so much! I'm going to be posting shortly. :)