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The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Forty-Seven

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Forty-Seven
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:  Okay, I'm ready to start posting something new, so I'm going to try getting the rest of the chapters up today.  :) 

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



Jack felt a bit lighter as he, Clint, and Martha had exited the TARDIS, most likely for the final time.

There had been a time when leaving her would have made him sad, but this felt right.  Jack could sense the time machine bidding him goodbye as he stepped through her doors, her sadness touching his mind, missing him already.  The TARDIS had always been his friend, even when being with her had caused him so much pain, but then Jack had long ago forgiven her for anything she’d done.

He’d also forgiven the Doctor, but that didn’t make the lack of trust on the Time Lord’s part any less painful.

The moment he was outside, the Doctor – the one in the brown suit, the primary one, and not the blue-suited one who was still lurking somewhere inside the TARDIS – grabbed his wrist and, in a quick set of movements completely disabled his Vortex Manipulator once and for all.  Jack wanted to argue about it; he wanted the Doctor to see him as someone who could be trusted with its teleport and time travel functions once more, but in his heart of hearts Jack knew that was never going to happen.  It wasn’t going to do a damned bit of good, and so he kept silent, although he could tell both Martha and Clint were bothered by the manhandling. 

Instead, Jack shifted the strap of the big gun he’d collected once more a bit farther onto his shoulder, not wanting to leave it behind.  Clint had also picked up his bow and quiver, and despite the jeans and jacket he was wearing managed to look like something out of a period drama, standing alert under one of the trees that were in the park that the TARDIS had materialised in.  The place was deserted, which wasn’t surprising considering what the planet had just gone though.

Martha also didn’t have the Indigo device.  Jack assumed, since she hadn’t had it with her on the Crucible, that it had gotten left behind in whatever control room she’d been in.  It was a shame, because it would have gotten them back to Cardiff that much faster…if the Doctor wouldn’t have disabled it as well. 

The Doctor didn’t say anything to Jack; instead, he turned to Martha.  “Get rid of that Osterhagen thing, alright?”

Martha nodded.  “I’m sure between Jack and I we can get UNIT to dismantle it.”

Jack must have missed that part, so he turned to Martha and did his best impression of Ianto’s inquisitive eyebrow. 

“Doomsday weapon UNIT came up with,” she answered the unspoken question.  “I’ll give you a full debrief once we get back to Mum and Dad’s.”

“Wait,” Clint butted in, “there’s a doomsday weapon out there?  I might have to just mention that to Director Fury during my report to him.  He hates things that might actually blow up the planet.”

The Doctor frowned.  “You’re not Torchwood?”

“Nope,” the archer answered.

“Not for lack of trying,” Jack added. He was still hopeful that, someday, he’d get a hold of the agent for his team.

“I’m SHIELD,” Clint went on, as if Jack hadn’t interrupted.  “Oh, right…you didn’t know. Your double does, but then he has some bits of me that I’d rather he didn’t.”

“Should Agent Coulson be jealous?” Jack teased.

“Not hardly!  Besides, he’ll only love me more if Donna decides to use that card I slipped her.  I think she’d give Coulson a run for his money if she ever chose to give up time travelling and come to work for SHIELD.”

“Now, that’s not fair,” Jack groused.  “I was planning on trying to get her for Torchwood!”

“You snooze, you lose, boss-man.”

“Okay,” Martha corrected, failing to stifle her laughter, “then between me, Jack, and Director Fury, we shouldn’t have any trouble getting the Osterhagen Project shut down.  I was going to go to Jack about this anyway, and having SHIELD onside makes it even better.”

Jack could tell the Doctor wasn’t happy, and figured that was their cue to leave.  He took Martha’s hand in his, and tugged her forward.  “You know, that job with Torchwood is still open, and if UNIT’s going to decide to pull that sort of shit you might think about changing jobs.  Besides, I don’t like you that far away from home anymore.”

Martha allowed herself to be pulled away.  In fact, she held her free hand out to Clint, who took it with a grin.  “I’ll need to stay there a while longer, Jack, to make sure that the Osterhagen Project is completely shut down.  There’s also a UNIT officer in China that you might want to think about hiring…”

“Oi!” a shout had them all turn around.

Mickey was running toward them.  Jack was surprised.  “I thought you’d be heading back to that alternate dimension,” he commented as the other man joined them.

Mickey shrugged.  “No reason to stay.  I’d done everything there I’d set out to, and the reason I was there in the first place is gone.  So, might as well start over again here.  It’s not like I haven’t done that sort of thing before.”

“You’ll have a place at Torchwood whenever you want it,” Jack offered.  “We’d be proud to have you.”

A lot had happened to Mickey in that other dimension; Jack could tell.  Gone was the lovesick idiot that had followed Rose around like a puppy.  This was a brand-new Mickey Smith, and if Jack was any judge of character – alright, he doubted a couple of the hiring choices he’d made without Ianto, but he just knew that his mate would agree with him that Mickey was too good to just let go. 

“I think I wanna see the world a bit first,” Mickey answered.  “Get my feet under me again.”

“Then we can help with that.  I have someone who makes the best new identities ever, since you were declared dead at Canary Wharf.”  It would give Ianto something to do while he was recovering, because Jack knew from experience that a bored dragon was a surly dragon, and the last thing he wanted was Ianto to be bored.  “Then, if you decide you want to work with us, a position will be open for you.”

“I like that idea.”  Mickey paused.  “I’d like to go and collect the gun I had to get rid of, though.  Really hate to leave that beauty behind, besides it wouldn’t do for it to fall into the wrong hands, it being made to take down Cybermen and all.”

Jack laughed.  “I think we can arrange that, if you can remember where you left it.”

“I think the question,” Martha pointed out, “is if we’re going to be able to find a cab.”

The street was empty except for abandoned cars, so she might have had a point.