milady_dragon (milady_dragon) wrote,

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Seventeen - Complete

Brothers and Enemies - Chapter Seventeen - Complete
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. 

A/N2: Here it is, the last chapter of this story.  There are two more very short stories in Series Two, and then we'll be done.  Up after that, the Dragon-Verse version of "The Stolen Earth"/"Journey's End".  Thanks to everyone who read and commented, and I hope you enjoyed this. 

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.

15 March 2009

The Millennium Centre, Cardiff


They ended up freezing Gray in one of the cryo-units.

Jack wanted to hope that, someday, they’d be able to cure his brother of his insanity, but he just couldn’t do it now.  Certainly, in his own time there were various forms of therapy, but Gray had proved to be far too gone. 

He stood on the roof of the Millennium Centre, watching the sunrise over the city that had been his home for far longer than any other place in the Universe.  Gray had almost destroyed it.  It would take a long time coming back, but Torchwood would help in every way they could.

The Lord Mayor had already declared a state of emergency, claiming that terrorists had planned attacks throughout the city and that they’d been stopped by special forces and the police department.  As soon as the phones had come back up, he’d been on with Eion Gwynne, who was quickly becoming Torchwood’s liaison with the Mayor’s office. He’d explained what had happened – within reason, and leaving out Gray and John Hart’s involvement – and they’d agreed that the terrorist cover story was the best one to run with.

Jack couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty about everything that had happened.  It had all been his fault; if he hadn’t lost Gray back on Boeshane, this would never have occurred.  Of course, if he hadn’t done that, it would never have led him to the Time Agency, and then to the Doctor…and then, of course, to Torchwood and Ianto.  He wouldn’t be the man he was today if he’d kept his responsibility to his brother on that far-off world in the future. 

That knowledge didn’t make it any easier to take.

“Are you going to brood all day?” Ianto’s voice floated up from behind him, “or are you going to come down and help with handling UNIT?  Also, Her Majesty would very much like you to call her back.”

Jack couldn’t help the small smile that crept across his lips.  “Actually, I think I’d rather brood.”

“I should have guessed that.”  His mate joined him, standing next to Jack and joining him in looking out over Cardiff.  “I know you’re thinking this was all your fault…”

“Of course it is.”

Ianto looped his arm through Jack’s, and he could feel the warmth of the dragon through the shirt he wore.  His coat was down in the Hub; he hadn’t felt much like wearing it.  That greatcoat was a symbol, and Jack felt he simply didn’t deserve it in that moment.

“You were a child, Jack.  You were given a responsibility that shouldn’t have been yours.”

Jack understand what Ianto was saying.  Yes, he had been a boy, but out on the frontier he’d had to grow up fast.  His father had felt he could handle protecting Gray, and Jack had utterly failed.

“Did you mean it?” he asked, changing the subject.

“About the true mating?” Ianto enquired.


“Of course I did.  As soon as we can get away, we’re going to Ddraig Llyn and I’m going to fly the mating flight with you.”

Jack could still feel the buzz of magic just under his skin, but he knew this was only temporary.  When he’d been buried so long he’d been exposed to the very Earth itself, and the Great Dragons had watched over him as he’d slept through the centuries.  He’d be forever grateful to them, because without their intervention Jack knew he’d never have made it out with his sanity intact. 

“I’ve already contacted Rhiannon,” the dragon went on, “and she’s going to arrange everything.  And, when both Patrick and Owen can travel and Kathy can get away, we’re going to do this properly.”

“I’m only going to be able to transform once more,” Jack warned, knowing instinctively.  This had been a gift, a side-effect of being exposed to all that magic, and he could only hope that it would hang around long enough for them to be truly mated.

“It only takes once, Jack.”

“Yes, it does.”

Everything was in such flux now.  Most of the city was without power; Toshiko’s trick with the reactor had worked, and it was going to be years before Turnmill would be up and running once more.  Already plans were in place for alternatives, but things were going to be rough for a while.

The downside was that the earthquakes caused by Toshiko’s magic had brought down already weakened buildings.  Luckily there hadn’t been any serious injuries, and it would take Toshiko weeks to recover from the overextension of her actions, but at least they were only dealing with a radioactive lake instead of a city bathed in fallout.

Honestly, he hadn’t expected his technician to be that powerful.  It was a humbling thought.

Then there had been the Weevils that had been driven up out of the sewers by the signal that Gray had sent out.  It had been very easy to stop, and once it had the Weevils had mostly gone back to where they belonged.  A couple had stayed on the surface, but between Torchwood and the Cardiff Police – led by the newly promoted Chief Detective Inspector Kathy Swanson and Detective Sergeant Andy Davidson – they’d managed to get them all back into the underground. 

But Cardiff’s people were a hardy lot; they’d had to have been, living on a Rift in space and time.  The casualties were high and the destruction bad, but they weren’t bowed in the slightest.

“Is Hart leaving today?” Ianto asked.

Jack clenched his jaw.  Yes, John had been a victim in all this, and he might have had second thoughts about his ex-partner in that moment before he’d been buried, but there was still no way Jack was going to let him stay in Cardiff.  Hell, the only things that had stopped him from leaving him in the cell that Gray had locked him in was the fact that the immortal knew he’d easily be able to break out of it, and that Rhys had been stuck in there with him.  Rhys had been bitching up a storm by the time Ianto had gotten down there to let them out, and Jack didn’t blame the Welshman in the least.  John could get on anyone’s last nerve without even trying.

“I want him gone,” Jack admitted.  “He can’t leave fast enough.”

“I agree.  Even though he hadn’t shot Patrick to kill, there’s still enough damage done that we’re going to be down a man for a significant length of time.  Two, counting Owen.”

“I have an idea…why don’t we go down to the Hub and kick him out?”

Ianto laughed.  “You do have the best ideas.”

“I do try.”

Keeping their arms linked, the mates headed down from the roof.  Despite all the guilt Jack felt, he was actually happy.  His team was still alive, if battered, and their city would rebuild.

It would just take some time.




15 March 2009

The Torchwood Hub, Cardiff


Ianto was more than happy to see the back of John Hart.

There was still that itch under his skin of his unfulfilled vow of vengeance, but he couldn’t in good conscience go through with it.  Gray had coerced Hart into working for him, and while he’d caused a great deal of chaos and injury, in the end he’d tried to make things right.

But he really couldn’t wait for the man to leave. 

Hart obviously felt the same way.  As Jack handed him back his Vortex Manipulator, which they’d taken from Gray – who’d gotten it from Hart when he’d attacked the Hub and locked both John and Rhys into the cells – just before freezing him, Hart had looked relieved. 

The one Gray had been using was locked up safely within the Secure Archives, although there were apparently orders from Queen Elizabeth I that it be handed over to UNIT’s Black Archive.  Ianto wasn’t sure he liked that idea, to be honest, but according to Her Current Majesty there was a bit of a future issue where it would be needed.  It involved the Doctor, which didn’t surprise Ianto one little bit. The Time Lord caused enough trouble, even when he didn’t set out to.

“Are you sure you don’t need anyone else on your team?” he wheedled, even though Ianto could tell he was just going through the motions.

“Go now,” Jack ordered, “before I sic the dragon back on you, and this time I’ll let him do whatever he wants to you.  And it wouldn’t be anything fun…well, for him it might.”

The healthy members of the team – both Patrick and Owen were in hospital, where the power had been fully restored – were standing around Hart in the main area of the Hub, every one of them throwing off such unwelcoming vibes that Ianto was wondering just how the ex-Time Agent was still willing to stand there under those withering glares.

“No need to be nasty,” he sniped.  He carefully hooked the wrist strap over the bandage on his arm.  “At least I’m still welcome in the Vegas Galaxies.”

“Then you should go back there,” Rhys snarked.  He’d taken a serious dislike to Hart and wasn’t ashamed to show it.

Not that Ianto could blame him one bit.  After what Hart had done, even with the extenuating circumstances, he’d made no friends in Torchwood.

“Aw, don’t be that way,” Hart whined. “Not after everything we’ve been through together.”

“And that’s the issue, right there.”

Before Rhys and Hart could get into it, Jack intervened.  “It’s time for you to go, John.”

Anything flirtatious expression on his face fled.  “I truly am sorry for what happened.”

The thing was, Ianto as positive that he was.  Hart hadn’t set out to make a ruin of so many lives, and yet that was exactly what he’d done.  He’d started off from a good place and it had ended up turning to shit.

Still, he didn’t care if he ever saw the man again.

Deborah took the opportunity to step up to Hart.  Then entire side of her face was one massive bruise, but she didn’t have any other injuries. 

“Sure, there aren’t any hard feelings, beautiful,” he crooned, giving her a salacious look.  “I did make sure you were free after I left, after all.”

The young woman smiled sweetly.

And then kneed him in the nuts.

John dropped like a rock.

“That’s for Patrick.”  She was very pleased with herself.  She dusted her hands off and then left John to wallow in his own pain.

Ianto wanted to hug the stuffing out of her.  And so he did.



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