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The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Sixteen

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Sixteen
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): JackHarkness/Ianto Jones, Toshiko Sato/Kathy Swanson, Owen Harper/Diane Holmes, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Martha Jones/Tom Milligan, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Warnings: Language, Violence, Angst, Temporary Character Death (It's Jack), Perceived Character Death, Minor Character Death. 
Spoilers: Thru S2, E13, "Fragments" and "Exit Wounds", the audio play "Lost Souls" for Torchwood, S4, E12 and E13, "The Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End" for Doctor Who.  Slight spoilers for the movie, "Iron Man" 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better. Don't own Doctor Who, Sarah Jane Adventures, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe, either
Author's Note:  Here it is, the Dragon-Verse version of "Stolen Earth" and "Journey's End". 

A/N2: I'm posting two chapters today; originally these two were a single chapter, but LJ's posting limit meant it had to be cut in half.  So Chapter Seventeen is up as well.  :)

Summary:  The Earth has been stolen.  There are twenty-six other planets in the sky.  The Daleks are raining death down from the sky.  It's the end of the world.



 

30 April 2009

Cardiff

 

When he’d volunteered to work at Torchwood while they were down two people, Clint Barton had had at least some sort of clue what he was in for.

After what had happened in Geneva, he’d been levelled up just on the basis of him now knowing about Torchwood.  While Coulson might have taken his written report, it had been Fury who’d insisted on him spilling what wasn’t in it, as if the Director had known that Clint had purposely left out certain things.   

But then, he’d been prepared for that, if just from Ianto’s comments after the events.

Still, Clint had been cagey about the fact that he’d stumbled onto the last dragon in existence.  He was pretty sure that Fury had managed to put two and two together, but then Nick Fury was a suspicious bastard who would have made his own enquiries after that debrief.  So yeah, while Clint hadn’t come right out and said, ‘By the way, Boss, I happen to know that Torchwood’s Second in Command is a mythical creature who can breathe fire,’ he was certain that he’d somehow found out.

They hadn’t actually discussed it, though.  Which was a balm on Clint’s conscience because he really liked Ianto, Toshiko, and Martha Jones.  Liking Patrick went without saying, because duh, he was Phil’s nephew and a generally cool person who he could talk to about different types of bows and Patrick actually understood.

After he’d gained a level, that meant Clint had gone looking for more information on the mysterious Torchwood and could do so without getting into trouble for it.  He’d found it, in spades: about how it was founded; why it was founded; that there was a guy out there called a Time Lord who saved the planet on a regular basis because he liked humans so much; Canary Wharf and what a shit-show that had been; the fact that Great Britain had more alien invasions than the rest of the world combined; the new Director who was rumoured to also be some sort of alien, which, after being around Jack Harkness for a couple of weeks, was inclined to believe; and the fact that Harkness and Jones were in a committed relationship which, okay, Clint had already known about just from those two days in Geneva, but what he hadn’t known was that everyone in the intelligence community had been shocked when it became not-so-common knowledge.  Because, apparently, Jack Harkness was a well-known flirt and would sleep with anything as long as it had a pulse.

Coulson had also read him in on things, since his handler was the liaison to the organisation and was on…well, not a first-name basis, but was at least friendly, with a certain Ianto Jones.  He’d shared that his own family had had dealings with this Doctor alien and had lived to tell the tale…although it was extremely highly classified, and to be honest would have made Coulson’s relatives even cooler if they hadn’t already been awesome in Clint’s eyes.  Coulson had also heard things from his nephew, and actually seemed proud of the fact that Patrick now had a higher security clearance than he did and of course hadn’t shared everything.

Clint suspected that the whole ‘who had the higher clearance’ thing was some sort of weird competition amongst Coulson’s family, and that Patrick had won it by an extremely wide margin.

And, while Clint had been generally accepted amongst the Torchwood team, he was pretty sure there were still things he had no clue about.  He was fine with that, actually.

So, yeah, the whole alien thing wasn’t a surprise. 

What had been was the fact that there were aliens out there who could move an entire fucking planet to who knew where and keep everyone alive on it at the same time.  For reasons no one had a clue about.

The idea of alien invasions had been scary to begin with, but to actually be in the middle of one…well, Clint wasn’t ashamed to say he was completely and utterly terrified.

It did help that his temporary teammates seemed to be in the same boat, which made this whole thing even more scary, if Clint was being honest.  Especially how Harkness had reacted when he’d found out what the aliens were.  If Clint were a betting man…oh yeah, he was…he would have wagered that Harkness had had dealings with the Daleks before, and hadn’t come out a winner.  Ianto had seemed to know about it, judging from all the comforting that was going on.

But then, if he hadn’t already known from that utterly fantastic mating thing he’d been invited to that the pair of them were devoted to each other, his first day on the job would have given the game away.

He had to admit, a lot of what was going on went over his head, and Clint found himself following orders, which seemed to be the safe bet.  He’d been pitifully relieved that Phil was alright in New York when he’d spoken to him, and had barely refrained from telling his lover that he loved him; they were very careful about that sort of thing while on the job, but then the world had been ending and Clint regretted that he hadn’t, just because of that.  He was half a world away from Phil and if they were killed because of the weird looking homicidal aliens then Clint would have wanted to make sure Phil knew how he felt.

But he hadn’t.  Damnit.

Clint might not have known everything that was going on, but that didn’t stop him from absorbing it all and trying to make it fit.  Some of it did; he’d found out about Toshiko and her connection to the planet very early on, so her collapse meshed with all the information he was gaining.  Rhys was also pretty good at explaining things; as was Patrick.  What they themselves knew, of course.  There were things going on that they hadn’t been too sure about, either, which made Clint feel slightly better about being ignorant.

Still, by the time the Doctor had finally showed up, Clint thought he had a pretty good read on the situation.

So, when Harkness began bustling about the Hub he had a fairly sure idea of what was going to happen next.

Ianto confirmed his supposition when he pulled their boss to the side and said, “You have to go to him.”

Harkness sighed. “I don’t want to.  You know he’s not going to be happy to see me, not after the Master.”

They were basically speaking in riddles, but that didn’t stop Clint from working out that Harkness and this Doctor person didn’t have the greatest relationship, and it had to do with whoever had the unmitigated chutzpah to call himself the Master.  Sounded like something out of a BDSM club to him…and Clint knew about those sorts of things, having gone undercover as a Sub once and not really enjoying it all that much.  The only thing that had made him even slightly comfortable about it had been that Natasha had been playing his Dom, and he trusted her with his life.

He wondered where she was.  Clint hoped she was alright.

“If you think he’d be unhappy to see you,” Ianto said wryly, “you can imagine how he’d react to me.”

“Besides, I need you to stay here and watch after everyone.”  Jack touched Ianto’s face gently.  It made Clint’s heart ache a little.  “I’ll be fine.”

Clint didn’t want to interrupt, but he was stepping up before his brain could catch up with his body.  “I’m going with you.”




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