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Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Five

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Five
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

Central Server Station, Cardiff


Ianto was able to land in the empty car park of the Central Server Station.  Toshiko clambered down from his back somewhat gingerly, only having one good arm to balance herself with, and the dragon waited patiently while she dismounted. 

As soon as she was down and steady, Ianto triggered his transformation, and he stuck his comm back in his ear as the pair made their way into the building, Toshiko having to user her PDA in order to bypass the electronics on the door. 

The server area was in the back of the building.  Most of the lights had been turned off for the night, but several of the fluorescents flickered as they made their way down the stacks.  The uptick in Rift activity was making itself known to Ianto’s senses, prickling against his scales and making him feel jumpy.

“This building houses servers for the military, police, NHS, even looks after the server systems for the nuclear station at Turnmill,” Toshiko murmured as headed quietly deeper into the building.

“What did they report?” Ianto asked, not having had a chance before.  He hadn’t wanted to distract Toshiko from holding on with only one hand she had available.  He hadn’t wanted to risk her falling by having her need to use her device to pull up the information he was enquiring about.

“Ghosts in these server stacks.”

Well that certain explained why the building was deserted.

“How’s your arm?”

Toshiko shrugged her good shoulder.  “Those industrial strength painkillers Owen loves giving out work like a charm.  I can wait to get it properly looked at until all this is over.”

Ianto couldn’t help but worry, but then this was why the team liked to tease him about being their ‘mother’.

They cleared another row of stacks.

An unearthly moan sounded from down the next stack.


The dragon turned.  Down the hallway stood three black-clad beings, each holding a deadly-looking scythe.  They looked the very embodiment of Death, and the Rift clung to them as darkly as their robes as they noticed the Torchwood pair standing at the end of the row. 

“Devils,” a sepulchral voice echoed through the deserted server room. “Blasphemers…pray to your heathen God. While in the Lord's name, we cast you out…”

They began striding toward Ianto and Toshiko, their robes billowing despite the still air in the room.  Scythes came up, and Ianto had to wonder if they’d be able to cut him or if this was just one more weapon that wouldn’t do all that much damage.

He couldn’t take the risk.

Toshiko must have been on the same wavelength; she pulled her gun at the same time he did.  They didn’t have time to figure out the situation, and personally Ianto had been on the receiving end of far too many religious zealots to know that they’d never listen to a thing either of them said. 

The echoes of gunshots were loud in the enclosed space.

All three of the black-clad beings went to the floor.

“There we are then,” Ianto commented, putting his gun back in its holster.

“Sorted,” Toshiko added with a single nod of her head.  She juggled her gun away, and then retrieved the PDA from her pocket.  She returned to her scanning.  “I’m not getting anything else.”

I’m not either,” Ianto confirmed.  His senses weren’t tingling quite as badly with the trio of aliens dead. 

“I can’t believe this is the only thing John’s got planned.”

The dragon agreed.  Hart was up to more than bringing strangers through the Rift.  “Let’s check the building in case there’s any sort of booby trap or sabotage that’s not obvious.”  He really wanted to go to Jack, to watch his back, but he trusted Patrick to do whatever he needed to.

Toshiko nodded in agreement then took off down the stacks, stepping carefully over the bodies without paying too much attention to them.  Ianto made a mental note to arrange clean-up as soon as Hart was taken care of.

His comm crackled to life.

“Attention... Torchwood employees!” the unmistakable voice of John Hart sounded in his ear.  “Evening all! Now, stop what you're doing…”




14 March 2009

St Helen’s Hospital, Cardiff


The doctor – Conolly written on her badge – looked pretty calm for having something lurking in the basement.

Owen was impressed.

She was leading the medic and Rhys down to the lower level of the hospital, saying as she walked, “Was coming back from a break, saw the door open and there it was. Chewing through the cables. So I locked it in.”

Smart lady, he couldn’t help but think.

The door going into what looked to be a boiler room of some sort was shut, and it looked old enough to have been part of the hospital for decades.  It was large, metal, and Owen could have sworn it was slightly wet with condensation…but it was dry to the touch.

From within the room beyond was a metallic rattling.  Owen glanced over at Rhys, who was holding a rucksack with some of the kit the Welshman had in the boot of his car.  Owen swore the man was almost as anal as Dragon Boy in wanting to be prepared for anything.

But then, he’d also had that well-stocked first aid kit, so he really couldn’t complain a lot.  He’d been able to make sure that Toshiko was well doped up on the good drugs before Ianto had flown them both to the Central Server building. 

Rhys glanced through the narrow window in the door, then reared back a little in surprise.

“What the hell is it?” Conolly demanded, and it sounded as if she was used to getting answers.  Meant she was probably one of the doctors in charge, with that tone.

“Short answer?” Owen snarked.  “It’s an alien.”

Conolly looked at him like he was insane, and then breathed out.  “Bloody Torchwood.  Of course, it’s an alien.”

Really, if Jack seriously thought they were that big a secret anymore, Owen was going to have to check his boss’ mental health.

“A Hoix, to be specific,” Rhys added.  He pulled the rucksack off his shoulder and began rooting around inside.

“Lovely.”  Owen hated Hoix with a passion. “They only live to eat, doesn’t matter what. Caught one in Barry last year in a kebab shop, it went through seven doner sticks in 20 minutes.”  After all, the woman already knew about Torchwood.  She probably could do with a bit of an explanation.  Maybe he could convince Jack to hire her or something, what with her steadiness and grasp of the ridiculous.  “Now, have you got the keys?”

Rhys passed over an enormous syringe of the good stuff as Conolly passed over a keyring with an honest-to-God little green man bobble on it.  Owen really should have known.  What a bloody crime that was. 

“What’s that?” Conolly asked, nodding at the syringe.

“All species sedative.”  Owen hefted it in his dominant hand, knowing he’d want to be quick about poking the Hoix with it.  The last thing they needed was a Hoix on the loose, gobbling up anything and everything it could get its teeth on.   “Rhys, you got anything in your bag of tricks I can distract it with?”

Rhys held up a protein bar.

“Remind me to kiss you once we’re done.”  He really was prepared for almost anything.  Owen was going to pick Rhys for his team every fucking time.

“Don’t make me sic Diane on you, mate.”

Owen smirked at that.  It was so much fun riling people up.

He used the key and pulled the stiff metal door open just enough for he and Rhys to step inside.  He could hear rustling deep inside the room, around where several pipes ran from the ceiling to the floor.  Something clanged, and a harsh growling sounded.

The Hoix was just visible on the other side of the pipes.  It was a butt-ugly thing, all teeth, and it was currently chowing down on some cabling that probably shouldn’t have been chewed on.  Owen hoped it hadn’t done too much damage.

“Hoixie,” Owen called in a sing-song voice, “where are you?”

“Hoixie?” Rhys grumbled.  “Really?”

“You got something better to call it, you’re welcome to take point.”

Their voices were enough to grab the Hoix’s attention. It turned its massive head in their direction, baring its teeth at them as it took a lumbering step forward. 

Rhys tossed the protein bar, and it skittered across the concrete, the sudden movement drawing its eyes to the treat.  It bounded toward them, scooping up the bar even as Owen was darting forward with the sedative.

He stabbed it into the Hoix’s heavily muscled neck.  The alien roared but didn’t have time to react any more than that.  

It collapsed to the ground in a disgusting heap.

Owen looked down at it.  “You really are quite stupid.”

Rhys rolled his eyes.  He knelt down beside the Hoix, snapping on a pair of Weevil cuffs.  “We’re gonna have to wait to get the SUV back before we can move it,” he pointed out.  “This thing’s not gonna fit in the boot of my car.”

Owen’s comm clicked on, and he had his hand at his ear before he could think.

“Attention... Torchwood employees!”

The medic glanced at Rhys, whose eyes were narrowed in anger.  Jack had been more than happy to share with both Rhys and Patrick just who John Hart was on the trip out from the abandoned building that had almost been their death traps.

“Evening all! Now, stop what you're doing…”