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February 2019



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Time Trap - Chapter Fourteen

Time Trap - Chapter Fourteen
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.

A/N2: Just so you don't think this is the end, there are two more chapters left.  I should be posting them on Monday and Wednesday.

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?

5 June 2014


Ianto Jones stepped out of the Sky Gypsy and onto the tarmac of Torchwood’s small landing strip just east of the Hub2. He stretched just enough for his vertebrae to crack, glad to be on the ground once more. It didn’t matter how long he lived, he just knew he’d always hate flying in a plane.

His mate was waiting for him, hands behind his back and greatcoat flapping in the breeze. Despite the summer heat Jack still insisted on wearing the coat…not that Ianto was complaining in the least. That coat was damned sexy on Jack…and Jack knew it, of course.

Decorum would have insisted that they meet as colleagues, but Ianto didn’t feel very big on decorum at that moment. He took several swift steps forward, grabbed the lapels of the coat and hauled Jack in for a kiss that he hoped curled his mate’s toes.

There was a sharp wolf whistle that Ianto didn’t bother reacting to at all. He was much too busy greeting his mate in the way that Jack had become accustomed to.

Jack’s arms went around Ianto’s waist, tugging him closer. The dragon could feel him getting hard against his own groin, and he removed his tongue from Jack’s mouth reluctantly, aware that they couldn’t get carried away even though he really wanted to drag Jack off and have his wicked way with him.

“Well,” Jack gasped when Ianto eventually pulled away, “I missed you too, gorgeous.”

“I can tell,” the dragon murmured, moving his thigh just enough to rub against Jack’s burgeoning erection.

“You do that again,” his mate growled, “and I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

Smirking, Ianto stepped completely away.

“Tease,” Jack accused, although his eyes were fond.

“And that’s why you love me.”

“One of the reasons, yeah…” Jack cleared his throat, turning toward their audience. Standing beside the Delaware family vehicle was Patrick, along with Clint, Steven, and Alice holding little Gracie. He hadn’t seen them in months, and all Ianto wanted to do was stride across the cracked tarmac and hug each and every one of them.

But there was something that needed to be done first.

“Is he in there?” Jack asked, jerking his head toward the Sky Gypsy, the twin engines of the de Havilland Dragon Rapide idling down, propellers slowly coming to a halt.

Ianto nodded. “He’s nervous but hiding it.”

“We’re not telling him what happened,” Jack warned. “His future self asked us not to. It’s not time yet.”

The dragon nodded. It made sense; this Phil Coulson didn’t need to be burdened yet by what he’d find out later. And Ianto thought that whatever happened today was going to be hard enough without giving Coulson something else to worry about; that didn’t even count what the months would bring, with the rebuilding of SHIELD and keeping under the radar with HYDRA.

“Martha said there were a few alien bits in his DNA,” Jack continued. “I’m guessing those markers came from whatever the hell was done to bring him back. I’m also guessing it’s gonna be those bits and pieces that are going to lead him to realise just what he’s become.”

“Owen’s already making noises about tests and medical records,” Ianto replied. “It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if Phil finds out from what Owen discovers.”

“He better not cut Martha out of the loop,” Jack laughed. “She’ll be pissed.”

“I also sensed a form of magic within him,” Ianto added. He made a mental note to get some advice on that particular subject from someone more knowledgeable than himself; perhaps a visit out to Estelle’s would be in order.

“Hart mentioned magic as part of what made him immortal,” Jack admitted. “The only thing I can think of would be from the so-called staff that Loki killed him with.” He sounded unsure, but then Ianto knew that, no matter what had happened in the years since they’d met, Jack still had trouble acknowledging that magic actually existed. Having it come from the likes of John Hart probably made it worse.

“Uncle Phil!” Steven’s voice rang out. Ianto glanced over Jack’s shoulder to see his grandson running full tilt out toward the Sky Gypsy, the adults following at a much slower pace.

Ianto turned on his heel just in time to see Phil catch the excited teenager in a fierce hug, and with his better than average eyesight the dragon thought he caught the glitter of tears in the man’s eyes as Steven hugged back.

Ianto leaned over and whispered into Jack’s ear, “You have any idea how much of a catastrophe this is going to be?”

“No clue, although I think Clint’s going to be the soft touch in the group,” Jack whispered back. He took Ianto’s hand. “Let’s give them all a little privacy.” His mate tugged Ianto toward the car, purposely putting both their backs to what was undoubtedly going to be a rather fractious family reunion.

Ianto looked back as they reached the car; he could just make out Diane in the cockpit, attempting to ignore what was going on just outside the plane’s door. He felt a bit bad for her, having to pretend not to know what was happening, but at the same time he was certain the story would be around the Hub within fifteen minutes of them getting back to Cardiff. Plus, she should have left the plane the same time Ianto had if she’d wanted to avoid the upcoming messiness.

Judging from body language alone, Ianto couldn’t make up his mind who would break first. Patrick stood next to Alice, leaning forward almost belligerently, but there weren’t any raised voices which was a good thing. Clint was slightly apart, arms crossed, his eyes on Phil as the man talked, one arm around Steven as if Phil were afraid to let the teenager go. He didn’t know where Jack was coming from about Clint being the “soft touch” because it certainly didn’t look that way to him. If it was anyone who would forgive first, he would have thought it was Patrick, who was quick to anger but also quick to get over it, especially where family was concerned.

However, it was Alice who stepped forward and promptly handed Gracie over to her great-uncle. Phil looked surprised but accepted the toddler readily, who seemed perfectly fine being held by a stranger. A small hand tangled itself up in the man’s jacket lapel, and Phil didn’t seem to mind at all, making a funny face at her that warred with the man’s usual dignified appearance. Gracie’s giggle could be heard across the open tarmac.

Two Delawares won over, it seemed.

Jack hummed, bringing Ianto’s attention back to him. “I don’t think I was expecting that, knowing Alice’s temper. She was pretty angry when Patrick told her about Phil really being alive.”

“She also knows the value of family,” Ianto pointed out. “She’s still upset, but she’s willing to listen.”

“Since when did you start knowing my daughter better than me?” Jack joked.

That didn’t even deserve an eye roll. “Since I had to move to Glasgow for years and we began Skyping each other over the sub-wave.”

Jack shook his head, smiling. But one glance toward the plane had him sobering. “I wonder what’s going to happen once Phil comes out of hiding along with the new SHIELD he’s building.”

“No idea,” the dragon answered. “But they’ll be as safe as they can be here. The Queen has assured him of that.”

He’d spoken to Her Majesty after the Hub had come out of lockdown – Jack had lifted the lockdown when he’d been in Cardiff to check on the place where future Phil and Clint had been held – and she’d been delighted at the turn of events. She’d requested a meeting with the new Director of SHIELD, and Phil had scheduled it for tomorrow. Ianto knew that she wasn’t going to offer anything but assurance of protection and a safe haven for any SHIELD agent who wished it, but her support would be invaluable with the rebuilding of the organisation, and having a place where persecuted agents and their families could live would be one more thing Phil wouldn’t have to worry about.

However, Ianto also knew that Her Majesty was hoping that some of the former agents would come to work for Torchwood. The expansion hadn’t been as quick as she’d hoped; it was nearly halfway through her ten-year plan, and she was a touch frustrated at the slowness that bogged down what she’d requested them to accomplish. Oh, she knew it wasn’t Jack’s fault; it hadn’t been that simple recruiting especially with the wait they’d had to have with the last of UNIT’s Black Archives and the mess that had been Torchwood House as well as the occasional invasion. Even with the help from SHIELD before it fell, it had taken far longer to get the archive ready than it should have.

“Why can’t I escape the thought that HYDRA kinda did us a favour?” Jack mused.

“I…can’t argue with that,” Ianto conceded. While they’d had a fairly strong alliance with the old SHIELD, the new one would be run by a member of their family, even if Phil wasn’t related by blood. He couldn’t help but think the ties between the two organisations could only be stronger because of it.

Plus there would be the displaced former agents, who might decide to join Torchwood instead of going back to SHIELD. This could create a growth spurt within Torchwood, which could only play into Her Majesty’s plans.

Goddess, Ianto really did hate politics, even if he was fairly good at navigating through them.

“Still,” Jack went on, “I don’t have any problem with making HYDRA pay if it comes down to it.”

Ianto turned once again to the group by the plane, tucking himself into Jack’s side as he did so. As Jack’s arm went around him, he couldn’t help but wonder just what sort of future the immortal Phil Coulson had come from. What had happened to him, and Jack…were they still running Torchwood? Because it had been obvious that Torchwood still existed just from the inferences that had been made, so Ianto was very curious to find out.

Well, he supposed he’d find out eventually.

Even if he had to get there the long way round.

Chapter Fifteen



Great update !!!
Thanks! Glad you liked it. :)