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Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Four

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Four
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones; Jack Harkness/John Hart (Past); Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson (Mentioned)
Warnings: Language, Violence, Temporary Character Death (Jack, of course), some Torture.
Spoilers: Both series up to S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", and the audio play, "Lost Souls". 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note:  This is the Dragon-Verse version of "Fragments"/"Exit Wounds".  I've gone with one story to cover the two episodes, since a lot of "Fragments" was flashback, and I do plan on writing those into longer stories at some point so I don't see the need to add them here. 

Summary:  John Hart is back, and with him is Jack's long-lost brother, Gray.  But not all is what it seems...and Jack has to deal with consequences of actions that happened so long ago...and far into the future. 


14 March 2009

The Torchwood Hub, Cardiff


Jack was glad that Patrick had insisted on going with him.

Rhys had dropped them both off at the Plass, and then he and Owen headed to St Helen’s.  It was now fully dark, and as the pair of them crossed the Plass heading toward the Tourist Centre, Jack considered his options.

The thing was, he was having a really hard time concentrating.

John had Gray.

That had been his ex-partner’s final words to him as they’d sent him on his way several months ago.  Jack hadn’t really considered the fact that he’d been serious; after all, John Hart was a liar, a thief, and a murderer.  Owen had been correct in saying that John was crazy, and there really was no telling just what a crazy man would do.

He’d explained to Rhys and Patrick on their way here, with their medic adding his own commentary to Jack’s story.  He’d honestly thought they’d gotten rid of him for good, that their promises and Ianto’s very presence in Cardiff would have been enough to keep John away and out of their hair forever.  He’d seemed very much wary of the dragon.

But there he was, back in their life and this time he had Jack’s brother with him…the brother he’d thought he’d never see again.  He’d done everything he could think of to find Gray, but none of it had worked.  By the time he’d become disillusioned with the Time Agency and their erasing of two years of his life from his mind, Jack had had to admit to himself that his brother was gone.

He still remembered his mother’s recriminations after his father had been killed and Gray had been taken.  She’d blamed him for Gray’s disappearance, and Jack could completely understand.  Their father had given Jack that one single duty…take care of his little brother.  Jack had failed so utterly, and he’d kept right on failing even after he’d had the resources of the Time Agency at his disposal.

Jack had mentioned it to the Doctor once.  It had been his own Doctor, the one he’d travelled with; the one in the leather jacket and with the large ears.  The Doctor had told him they couldn’t go back and change things even when Jack had begged; but then, Jack had known all along that if he’d changed his past and had saved Gray, none of what had caused him to be the person he was would have been gone.  It would have created such a paradox there would have been no way to fix it. He’d learned that lesson in the Time Agency himself, and to be honest that hadn’t been what he’d been asking.  The Doctor had misunderstood his plea…whether it was wilfully Jack would never know. 

Somehow though John had located Gray when Jack had completely failed.  It was one more black mark against him.  He hadn’t even been able to find Gray, while his homicidal ex-partner had.

He needed so badly to get his brother out of John’s hands.  He had to succeed in this one thing or else he didn’t know what it would do to him.

Patrick seemed to understand Jack’s need to get his mind wrapped around what was happening.  He walked beside Jack, keeping his silence as they took the steps down to the Quay.  He was grateful for that, and for his friend and teammate’s being there and not letting him face John on his own.  Jack really didn’t want to at all; he really wished that John had stayed gone. 

But he was back, and he was threatening his team and his family.  Jack was just ecstatic that he didn’t seem to know about Alice and Steven.  There really would have been no going back if John had somehow found out about them.

“Alright.”  He stopped just outside the Tourist Office, Patrick beside him.  “Your priority is going to be finding Deborah.  There’s no telling what John might have done to her, and I want her safe and out of the Hub as soon as possible.”

Patrick looked as if he wanted to argue, but he simply nodded at the order. 

“I’m going straight in through the cog door.  If I know John at all, he’s going to take the high ground, which means he’ll be up on one of the gantries around the main area.  I’d say for you to come around and through the garage, but I don’t trust him not to have booby trapped it in some way.”

“Understood, Boss.”

“Now, he’s going to expect me to come alone, or at least bring Ianto with me.”  Jack did; he wished Ianto was with him.  Nothing against Patrick, in fact he was glad the American was with him.  But his mate had been needed to get Toshiko to the Central Server Station.  Toshiko needed Ianto; Jack simply wanted him. 

“And of course he probably doesn’t even know I exist,” Patrick mused.

“I would say no.”  Of course, there was no telling what sort of information John had managed to gather on the newest team members, but Jack was betting he hadn’t done much research at all. Now, he could see him researching the Hub, to make sure he had the best chance of setting his trap.

John had always been a bit of a lazy bastard when it came to certain things.

“Let’s go and take care of things.” Patrick had his gun out and ready. 

“How many weapons are you carrying at the moment?”

The smirk that graced Patrick’s features looked downright dangerous.  “Enough.”

Really, Jack should have known better than to ask.

He used his wrist strap to unlock the door to the Tourist Office.  Inside, it looked as if a whirlwind had hit the place.  Brochures were scattered everywhere, and one of the metal racks with postcards had been knocked over.  A couple of textbooks had been tumbled to the floor, telling the story that Deborah had been studying when Hart had entered.  It looked as if she put up a hell of a fight.

But her stun gun was just visible under the reception desk, showing that John had gotten her by surprise.

Jack prayed that she was alright.

Patrick reached under and pushed the button to the Hub.  Behind them the Tourist Office door snicked locked, and the door in the wall opened almost silently.  Jack stepped into the corridor first, Patrick at his back.  Everything looked fine, but that was no guarantee although Jack was positive John would be down in the Hub proper.

The lift down to the Hub was also made in silence.  They really didn’t need to speak.  Jack trusted Patrick to do what needed to be done while Jack himself faced John. 

It didn’t mean that Jack wasn’t feeling the nerves and adrenaline that came into stepping into what had to have been a trap. 

He opened the cog door, the alarm almost being drowned out by loud, thumping music coming from somewhere in the Hub.  Jack stepped out past the cage, knowing that Patrick was with him and would be taking advantage of the distraction brought on by the song that seemed to fill every part of the Hub.

Jack wondered just how Myfanwy was putting up with it, but then he’d made sure she’d been locked inside her nest before they’d left on that Rift alert that had been a plot to kill them.

“Come on!”

Jack had been correct.  John was up on the upper gantry that ran around the Hub.  He was dancing along to the music, waving some sort of scarf about his head…Jack recognised it as having belonged to Deborah, and he was afraid she’d been hurt when John had invaded.  He didn’t see her in the main Hub, so John could have stashed her anywhere.

“Sing along!” John went on, and if Jack wasn’t mistaken there was a tone of anxiousness about it.  “It’s our song!”

“We don't have a song,” Jack denied. “And if we did have a song, it wouldn't be this song.”  It really wasn’t his taste at all.

John dropped the scarf, the pout almost managing to look pitiful.  “You're no fun!”  He let the scarf flutter to the floor, then flipped open his wrist strap and punched a button.

The Hub became mercifully silent.

“Thank you.”

“I've been here quite a while.”  John started across the gantry and down the stairs. “What kept you?”

“We all survived.” Jack began walking toward John, wanting to keep his ex-partner’s attention on him and not on Patrick as his teammate peeled off to search for Deborah.  “You know, if you're gonna set an explosion, you need to be more efficient.”

John shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something off about the movement, and it set Jack’s instincts jangling in alarm.  “Oh, them.”  He waved the very idea of his bombs off, as if they didn’t matter to him at all.  “They were just prototypes, had to test out a theory. How are they all? Oh, I noticed you finally got a blonde on the team.  Cute little thing!”

Jack ground his teeth in rage.  John had done something to Deborah, and he needed Patrick to find her and get her the hell away from this maniac.  “What do you want?” he growled.  He stepped a little closer, afraid to get too close because he really wanted to beat the shit out of Hart in that moment.

John’s face lost all touch of humour.  “I want you to know that I love you.”  He said it completely seriously, and Jack knew he was speaking the truth…as much as John knew the truth, or was capable of loving anyone.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” Jack answered sarcastically. 

It was bad that John was already pushing each and every one of Jack’s buttons.  This asshole had tried to blow his people up, and somewhere in the Hub he was holding another one prisoner.  He needed to play it cool, but it just wasn’t in him to do it anymore.  He wanted John gone, and at that point he didn’t care how it happened.

“No, seriously…you have to understand.”  John turned his back, and Jack watched him warily.  He was definitely up to something.  “I really do love you.” 

Suddenly he swung back around.  In his hands were a pair of machine pistols. 

Jack had, of course, been expecting something.  But for some reason this surprised him, and he froze for a second.

That gave John his opportunity.

The first shot though wasn’t at Jack.

They were at Patrick, who’d managed to come around Toshiko’s work station, putting him in a perfect position to fire if he needed to.

Patrick didn’t stand a chance.

Jack screamed as one of the guns spat loudly.  He couldn’t help but watch as the bullet hit Patrick high in the chest.

The immortal didn’t see Patrick fall.

Instead, he went for his Webley, determined to take John down once and for all.

The problem was he was completely unable to outdraw a pair of weapons that could outfire him so easily.

Bullets riddled his body.  All Jack could do was shudder under the onslaught, as if the hail of metal slugs was keeping him on his feet.

Pain exploded across his chest and abdomen, agony like nothing he’d felt in a long time slamming into him.  He was falling as the gunfire ceased, and he just before he died he heard John say,

“Because this…this is gonna get really ugly.”



ok. that's gonna take me some time to get over....
no rush on that next chapter.


this is sooo good. ^_^
So, you're saying you don't want the next chapter tomorrow then? *winks*

Thank you so much. :)