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The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Fifty-Two

The Stolen Earth Incident - Chapter Fifty-Two
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.

2 May 2009
Epilogue Two – The Triskelion
Washington, DC

Clint stood at attention…well, what passed for attention for him, at least, with his feet shoulder-width apart and his hands clasped behind his back.  He was utterly relaxed though, for as much as he gave off waves of being prepared for anything.

That was, in Clint’s opinion, one of his superpowers…to look like he’d go for your throat even though he as completely chilled the fuck out.

The debrief had gone pretty much as he’d thought it would.  He told his story, leaving almost nothing out.  Well, there were a few things, like Ianto being a dragon and Jack being immortal – although he wasn’t so sure that Fury didn’t already know that bit.

None of what he said to Fury and Coulson was written down, or even recorded.  That was their deal: he’d tell them what he could about Torchwood, and nothing would be left physically in a file for some bland paper pusher to read.  There were even some things he couldn’t say in front of Coulson, which was a shame, because he trusted his lover with his life, and Phillip J. Coulson was one of the canniest people on the face of the planet.

Director Fury sat at his desk, fingers steepled in front of his face, as he took Clint’s verbal report, the city of Washington DC visible through the window behind him, rain pattering hard against the bulletproof glass.  Clint had always wondered just how uncomfortable the director felt with his back to the city, even if the glass was well-nigh impenetrable.  He had to have felt totally exposed, and yet he wasn’t giving off any sort of tells.

But then, the Director of SHIELD had always been a badass.

Coulson himself was a comforting presence at Clint’s six.  He could just make him out in the reflection in the window, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.  He hadn’t said anything the entire time Clint had been speaking, but then that wasn’t anything unusual.  If he had any questions he’d bring them up afterward.

When he got to the part about the Osterhagen Project though, Fury let out some of his favourite curse words.  It really was impressive.

“Did Harkness have any sort of plan in place to disassemble the project?” Coulson finally spoke up, his voice smooth in Clint’s ear. He stepped up beside Clint, regarding him closely.  He might have appeared his normal, bland self but he was aware of his lover’s tells, and he could see that Phil was bothered by the whole being blown up thing.

“He was going to talk to Her Majesty,” Clint answered, “and then he thought you might want to be on the ground floor of that particular mission, sir.”

“Damn right,” Fury growled.  “UNIT’s getting a bit too big for its britches.  It’s about time we took it down a few pegs.”  He rolled his one good eye.  “Really?  Destroying the planet just because things get bad?  I really want to know whose brilliant idea that was.”

So did Clint.  He really wished he could be a witness to that ass whooping.  It was going to be epic.

“We’re going to need to know where all those bombs came from,” Coulson mused.  “I would like to know exactly when UNIT became a nuclear superpower.”

“Another good question,” Fury agreed.  He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight.  “It’s gonna be a busy few months until this shit’s been cleaned up, that’s for sure.  I’m also thinking it’s time for us to have closer ties to Torchwood.  They seem to know what they’re doing.”

Clint silently agreed.  While it had been up to the Doctor Double in the end to stop the Daleks, Torchwood had had the information on the Daleks and had done their damnedest to help out.  “Oh,” he spoke up, “I just remembered…Second Jones wanted to me request that we’re more careful about disseminating information that came from them, sir.  Apparently, Stark’s A.I. was able to back trace what they sent you on the Daleks.  There was a visit from JARVIS just when things were getting interesting.” He’d gotten a bit of an earful when they’d dropped Jack off; but then, Ianto had really been grumpy when he’d met the Quinjet on the Plass, since he was still recovering and all.

Coulson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “Patrick said the same thing when he called me after everything was said and done.”

“Damnit, Coulson,” Fury swore.  “I knew it had been a bad idea to share that shit with Stark.”

“He was going to go and face the Daleks,” Coulson pointed out, “and he would have gotten himself killed…or worse, the Daleks could have ended up with the Iron Man armour.  And the only way to stop him from doing something stupid was to let him know what he was up against and to give him something to do to keep him busy.”

“I take it Sato was able to fend off JARVIS’ attempts at hacking?” Fury asked.

“Yes sir, she was.”  He didn’t add that, according to Ianto, Toshiko had been incapacitated at the time, and that it was lucky that JARVIS has announced himself and that the dragon had taken measures.  “Although you know Stark’s not gonna stop now that he knows there’s someone out there more secretive than us.”

'“You warn Harkness?”

“Yes, sir.”  Toshiko would be ready if JARVIS managed to somehow get in again.


Fury was looking at him, that one dark, hard eye pinning him in place…not that Clint was about to move without permission.  He suddenly wanted to fidget, but centred himself, returning that gaze with one of his own.

It wasn’t a staring contest.  Hell, Clint new better.  He simply waited, knowing that Fury had something else on his mind and would share it when he was ready.

Finally, the director leaned forward once more.  “You sure about this, Coulson?”

“I want him, Director.”

Clint barely held his tongue at that, only because there was a time and a place for the innuendo that particular comment inspired.

“He’s just been through an alien invasion,” Coulson went on.  “According to Director Harkness, he was essential in eventually stopping the Daleks.  I want someone who can handle himself in a crisis like that.”

“Alright,” Fury agreed.  “He’s in.”

“Excuse me,” Clint butted in, “but I’m still in the room, you know.”

Fury snorted.  “Yeah, his smart ass is all yours, Coulson.  And I don’t mean in the way it already is, which I don’t want to know about at all.”

Coulson actually smirked.

Fury shook his head, giving a put-upon sigh.  “Agent Barton, let me tell you about the Avengers Initiative…”