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The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Thirty-Four

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Thirty-Four
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". 

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

The Dalek Crucible


Jack managed to revive quietly, for one of the very few times in his life. 

Maybe his body had known that he was still surrounded by Daleks, or if it was sheer good fortune…or even a blessing from the Great Dragons, even though they were MIA.  But he was grateful as he gave a wink to the Doctor, who was escorting a visibly distressed Rose out of the room, under the watchful guns of the Daleks.

He’d never forgotten how badly being exterminated hurt.  Jack suspected he would always remember his first death with perfect clarity.  It was the reason that, making his stand against that red Dalek and knowing he was going to die had very nearly freaked him out.

One of the more recurring nightmares he still had had to do with the Gamestation and the Daleks.  Not the Master, although those had been violent.  No, it was that first death, realising he was going to die for the Doctor and actually being fine with it for the most part, and then waking up from all that pain and trauma and feeling as if the world had been yanked out from under him.

He’d let all that rage and fear leak out into his words and actions.  Jack knew he’d sold it perfectly, and the Dalek had reacted just as he’d known it would.  Still, being prepared for extermination wasn’t the same as actually being exterminated, and he would be sore for days. 

If he was at home, he would have sought the comfort of his mate.  But Jack wasn’t there; he was lying flat on his stomach, pretending to be dead, because he needed to be free in order to get to the Doctor and get them all out of this mess.

It was difficult not to react as the Daleks moved him.  They didn’t actually touch him, using tractor fields to shift his body out of the room and to wherever they were taking him.  Jack was willing to bet it was some sort of incinerator, because they weren’t going to do the decent thing and bury him, and Daleks didn’t have medical facilities.  Of course, they could always eject him out into space, but there were ways to survive for a short period of time, perhaps enough to get himself back inside.

As he let himself be dragged along, Jack’s mind tried to deal with the idea that the TARDIS was gone.  She’d managed to speak to him, in those last moments, when he’d touched her as he listened to Donna and Clint try to get out.  She had tried to reassure him that things would be fine, that she’d needed him to trust her to do what needed to be done, but that was hard to accept now that he’d witnessed her dumped into the core of the Dalek space station.

He was going to have to tell Phil Coulson that his lover was dead. 

It was possibly the worst thing he could think of having to do.  Telling a loved one that their family member was dead, and that you couldn’t stop it.  And what made it worse was that this was Agent Coulson, one of the deadliest people on the planet.  Jack might have often joked about Coulson coming after him and killing him for good, but he was well aware of just what the SHIELD agent was capable of.

This had been while they’d been trying to save the world.  Clint had died a hero as far as Jack was concerned.  The professional in Coulson would understand that and accept it; the lover, the man who loved Clint, would be devastated.

As would Ianto, who had agreed to Clint coming along. 

Jack would miss the agent.  In the short time Clint had been subbing at Torchwood, Jack had seen what Ianto had in the man, back when they’d met in Geneva.  Clint Barton was more than just a good aim; he was a good man, and he fit into the team seamlessly.  Jack would have given anything to get him into Torchwood, but he’d known that, after they got Owen back, Clint would go back to SHIELD.  He hadn’t even really been working for them in an official capacity, although Jack was certain that Nick Fury had known exactly what his asset had been up to when Clint had requested vacation time. 

Of course, after everything that had occurred, they would have had that confirmed.

But now, Jack was going to have to go to them and tell them what had happened.  It was the cost of being the leader, the Director of Torchwood, and he would carry it out with pride in that Clint had tried to do his duty to the planet.

And then, he would join Ianto in singing the Song of Mourning for him.

He worried about his mate.  The last time he’d seen Ianto, the dragon had been obviously ill from the damage being done to the planet.  He and Toshiko both.  And Alice, his own daughter.  Kathy and Rhiannon as well.  They were all dear to him, in different ways, and they’d all been hurt by the Earth being moved. 

He was unbelievably angry.  It was all he could do not to wrestle himself away from the Daleks to take them all on, a Vow of Vengeance against those who hurt his family, and his mate, and fulfil the promise he’d made at their mating.

It would only get him exterminated again, and would give away his immortality.  Jack knew that Ianto wouldn’t want him to do that.

Still, it didn’t stop him from swearing to himself that he’d do whatever he could to get his vengeance against his family’s enemies.

Then there was Donna Noble.

While Jack hadn’t known her more than a few minutes, he’d been impressed by her.  She was just what the Doctor needed to rein in his more impulsive tendencies.  He wondered how the Year would have turned out if Donna had been there…

But, no.  He wouldn’t have traded Martha for anything.  She was like a sister to him.  He could only hope that she’d stayed with her family, although knowing her like he did Jack was certain she was out doing whatever she could to help.

Maybe whatever it was had to do with that Osterhagen Key.  He’d have to find out just what that was once things were back to normal, because he really hated it when UNIT kept things from him.

With his eyes closed, Jack couldn’t tell where they were going exactly, but he could hear the roar of something getting closer.  He wanted to smile; incinerator it was, possibly one that fed into the core of the space station.  All he needed to do was to avoid falling into the zed-neutrino core, and then he could get out and see what he could do to commit the worst acts of sabotage possible, as well as find the Doctor and stop the Daleks for good.

“Open the incinerator,” one of the Daleks lugging his lifeless body around ordered. 

There was a grinding noise, and then Jack was unceremoniously dumped onto something. 

“Commence disposal,” the Dalek – or it might have a different one, Jack couldn’t tell – intoned.  “Incinerate.”

Jack didn’t know what sounded worse: exterminate, or incinerate.  Both were equally horrid.

Whatever Jack was laying on moved, and there was a sudden clang as something slammed shut.  He snapped his eyes open, and found himself in a dark space, far too hot for his liking and filled with smoke.

He needed to get out of there ASAP.

The tray he was on moved again, proceeding to dump him into the actual incinerator.  Jack had to leap out of the weird little tub he’d been deposited in, to land onto a small ledge just next to what was obviously a hatch in the wall.

A couple of quick taps on his Vortex Manipulator had the hatch sliding open, and Jack rolled out into the blessedly cooler corridor.  He coughed to clear the smoke from his lungs, and then stood, hoping there weren’t any Daleks waiting for him.

The corridor was empty.

Jack needed to move.  He headed toward the hallway, wrist strap out and taking scans of the surrounding area.  If he could find any life signs, chances were he’d find the Doctor and Rose.

He still couldn’t believe that Rose was there. 

She’d had something built that would have gotten her through the dimensional walls if they hadn’t come down because of whatever the Daleks were doing.  He couldn’t help to think of just how extremely dangerous that would have been.  Would it have done damage to the dimensions?  Or done something worse?  He was grateful that she hadn’t had a chance to even try it. 

It made Jack think of that time when his Ianto had been exchanged by an other-dimensional doppelganger who’d somehow been the ‘child’ of the Doctor’s TARDIS.  That had been a fluke; a device that had been created to do what it had done, and they’d been able to get them changed back.  He had to wonder if that had been a sign of things to come?  Had the dimensional walls been cracking even then?  Could this have been prevented that much earlier if they’d only thought it through?

No, it wouldn’t have stopped anything, of that Jack was certain.  There had been no way of even guessing that something was going on, let alone preventing it.  It had taken the Daleks stealing the Earth to bring it to their attention.

And now they had to fix it.

A quick pass with his Manipulator didn’t show anything nearby.  He needed to get out of sight, and a convenient maintenance tunnel, access hatch apparent on the metal wall, was just the ticket.

He thought about using the teleport, but really, he had no idea where to even go, or if it would work properly.  Yes, he’d been able to get himself and Clint to the TARDIS, but the wrist strap had been a last resort, not something he would have tried if he’d had the chance.  The tunnel would be his best bet to keep out of the way of any Dalek patrols that had to be all over the Crucible.  A quick command input into his wrist strap had the hatch popping open, and Jack slid inside, closing it behind him.

The narrow tunnel was pitch black, but luckily Jack had a small pen torch with him.  He pulled it from his pocket and thumbed it on, revealing a space that looked barely wide enough for a Dalek to navigate.  Cables, wires, and conduits ran the length of it, vanishing into the darkness beyond the circle of light provided by the torch.  Hoping that there weren’t any sensors or cameras or anything to signal his presence, Jack began to move forward, being careful not to bump against anything.

Jack crept forward, deeper and deeper into the Crucible, the sounds of the space station quiet about him.  It would have been soothing; he’d spent a lot of his time before becoming immortal on such stations.  But those memories were fading, yet another victim to his immortality.  Jack sometimes wondered why he was even still sane, after so many years. 

But now he had Ianto, and the dragon was as long-lived as he was.  Ianto had been born immortal, and was therefore better equipped to deal with it than a normal human being.  Ianto would be by his side, and he’d help Jack recall what he’d need to.  They’d support each other when it was necessary.

His Vortex Manipulator beeped at him.  Jack stopped in his tracks, for a split second wondering if someone was trying to contact him, before he realised it was the human life force scan he’d set to run on its own.

Jack flipped up the flap on the wrist strap.  In the glow of the torch he could make out that several life forms had just shown up, and if he was any judge it was about a mile forward and then up.  He’d have to find a juncture and get to where the signal was quickly.  There was no telling how much time he had.

The immortal broke into a jog, dodging conduits and fibre optic wire, hoping the life forms would stay where they were long enough for him to get there.