Author: Milady Dragon
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
Bute Park, Cardiff
The dragon landed in a small clearing in the centre of the park.
Ianto had no idea how he’d missed this so many times he’d been in the park. The feeling was so very strong; the itching sensation in his hindbrain he always got around his mate, signalling the Vortex that kept him alive despite everything.
Nearly two thousand years his mate had laid under this very ground, waiting for the dragon to come and save him.
His heart ached knowing that Jack had been put through this. And by his brother as well, the one person who should have loved him unconditionally.
Of course, he knew the story of Herbert Grayson Wells, nicknamed Gray. He’d been named after his mother’s side of the family, just as Jack – Jamys Franklinson – had been christened using his father’s family’s naming traditions. He knew that Jack blamed himself for what had happened, just as his mother had as well, which had driven young Jamys away from home and into the army…and eventually to the Time Agency. It had motivated him in everything he had done since, leading him to the Doctor, to Torchwood…and to Ianto.
And it had led him to this.
The dragon’s head weaved back and forth, trying to narrow down the area where his mate was buried. There was also magic there; magic that was permeating the soil where Jack had been for nearly two thousand years. It was a familiar magic, of the deep Earth, soothing and calm as the darkness under a tree at night.
But it was also mixed with other magic as well: bright and warm; cool and wet; breezy and dry. It was all the Great Dragons together, and suddenly the dragon knew that they’d been protecting his mate from the centuries that had passed while he lay deep underground.
Raising a taloned hand, the dragon drove his claws deep into the soil, tearing up enormous hands’ full as he dug down to where his mate lay waiting for him. Down and down he went, needing to find Jack and bring him back.
His mate was buried deep, but a dragon in search of his true mate was a force to be reckoned with. He clawed up huge mounds of earth, the scent of it heady in his nostrils.
And then one claw caught in blue fabric.
Carefully now, Ianto scraped away the loam, revealing his mate. Jack looked peaceful, sleeping under the night sky, like a prince in an ancient story, waiting for the right person to awaken him.
There was a faint, golden glow surrounding Jack’s prone form that Ianto didn’t notice at first. But then it flared into brilliance, dispelling the shadows in the darkened park and almost blinding the dragon.
Ianto shook his head…and reared back, gasping in shock even as he registered what he was seeing.
Another dragon was curled up on the ground before him.
This dragon was blue-grey, the colour of Jack’s signature greatcoat, scales glittering in the starlight that managed to penetrate the slight pollution haze in Cardiff’s atmosphere. Blue slitted eyes blinked sleepily as the majestic head rose, shaking as if to clear away the fog of a long nap.
“Ianto?” it spoke, in that familiar flat accent that was American, and yet not.
Tears that couldn’t be held back slipped down scaled cheeks. Ianto made a noise that didn’t even begin to cover the intensity of everything he was feeling. This was…this was it. This was the promise that had been made to him at this sister’s mating; the blue-grey dragon that would be his mate for eternity, that would be with him forever.
Toshiko had once pointed out that the dragon from Ianto’s vision had been the same shade as Jack’s greatcoat, and she’d suggested that it had been merely symbolic. Ianto had agreed, because he’d known almost from the moment he’d met Jack that the immortal was his mate. But this…this was impossible.
This was magic.
Jack had held up one of his clawed hands, examining it in the faint light that shone from the scales like water. His eyes were wide in pleased surprise, and he looked at Ianto with love shining from them. “I think this makes it official, doesn’t it?” he quipped.
Ianto darted forward, wrapping his own neck sinuously around his mate’s. “How is this possible?” he whispered, moving just enough to rub his cheek against Jack’s, revelling in the sensation of silky steel scales against his own. He’d never once believed this would ever happen.
“I’m not sure,” Jack answered. “I remember…the Great Dragons. They came to me after…after I was buried.” The sorrow in his voice broke Ianto’s heart. Jack’s own brother had done this to him, and Ianto wanted nothing more than to sing the Song of Mourning for his mate. “They…used their magic to protect me. I know I slept…it was like it just happened yesterday.” He pulled back, and Ianto immediately missed the closeness. “I think it’s their power, making me like this. I don’t know how long it’s going to last, though…I’m pretty sure it’s temporary.”
“I promise you,” Ianto said, “once this is over we’ll be taking that mating flight I was promised so long ago. You and I…we’ll have that proper mating.”
A growl interrupted anything that Jack might have said. Both dragons turned to look in the direction of that sound, and saw them.
Weevils. Dozens and dozens of Weevils, almost completely surrounding the park.
“What the hell?” Jack demanded. “Something must have driven them up from the sewers.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ianto answered, although they’d have to figure that out later. “We need to get to the Hub and put a stop to this.”
Dragon eyes smiled at him. “I think you and I can handle that, don’t you?”
“Agreed.” Joy sang through him like the Song of the Earth Dragon as he prepared to fight at his mate’s side. “You and I are going to face your brother. Together.”
Jack nodded his agreement. There was such sadness in his eyes, and Ianto rubbed his cheek against his mate’s one more time.
And then, both dragons took flight together for the first time.