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Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Six

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Six
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Rhys; one-sided Lisa/Ianto; past Master John (Doctor)/Rose; other canon pairings.
Warning: Fantasy Violence
Spoilers:  Some could be for Torchwood S1 "Cyberwoman"; "They Keep Killing Suzie"; Doctor Who S1 "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", S2 "Army of Darkness" and "Doomsday"; and S3 "Utopia";"Sound of Drums", "Last of the Time Lords" and possibly other episodes, although they have been warped into a fantasy setting.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Doctor Who, although I wish I did....
Author's note:  This is the sequel to The Immortality of the Deathless, the chapter list to be found here.   It's Torchwood and Doctor Who twisted into a fantasy setting, where everything that could be considered alien is actually magical.

Summary:  When mercenary Captain Jack Harkness vanishes while on a mission, Wizard Ianto Jones has to choose between his lover, his duty...and quite possibly his destiny.

Chapter Six

"So…you and the Doctor," Martha Jones commented, "what's up with that?"

Jack had found himself walking next to the Swear-Sword, simply because he couldn't stand to be anywhere near Master John at the moment; the Wizard was striding ahead, chatting amiably to the woman who'd found the on the beach. She was leading them toward their village, which she'd said was just around the headland.

Master John's attitude toward the idea of being Deathless had shaken Jack to his core. It made him feel like something was wrong with him, and while Jack would have been the first to admit that what he was wasn't exactly natural, the disgust that had been in the Wizard's voice had nearly floored him. It felt like yet another betrayal. He hadn't done a thing to deserve it this time, either.

He couldn't figure out how the Wizard could even be alive, either. Unless he was like Ianto, and had a connection to the Deep Ways. Jack had always gotten the impression that Master John knew more about the Deep Ways than he'd let on, and he'd taken on Rose as an apprentice…had he known about her affinity for the ancient magic? Was that why he'd chosen her to travel with him? Ianto had told him everything that the Avatar in Gateway had explained, that the Wizards had practically worshiped the Deep Magic. The mercenary couldn't wrap him mind around that notion, but at the same time it actually made a strange kind of sense; Master John might have been stifling that natural part of Rose's power, and only when she'd been desperate enough – and had ended up at the right place, at the right time – had it broken loose on its own.

That led him to wonder just what had become of Rose. Had Master John managed to save her? Had she lived a long and content life? Or had the Deep Magic destroyed her? He'd never been able to find out, and that worried him. Not so much for Ianto; Jack trusted what the young man had told him, and knew that he respected the Deep Magic enough to only use it when needed.

His rambling thoughts were interrupted by the Swear-Sword's question. "Oh," he brought his attention fully on her, "you mean Master John? Why do you call him Doctor?" He really didn't want to answer her question.

The rolling of her dark eyes told him that she recognized the attempt at distraction. "That's how he introduced himself to me," she said.

"Doctor who?"

"Just Doctor. Claimed he'd given up his name a long time ago, something about a curse. He was delightfully vague."

Jack barked a laugh. "Yeah, that's Master John all right. Never gives an answer when a misdirection will do."

Martha smirked. "You got that right. But I got the impression you and he don't get along…"

He stifled a sigh. This was what happened when he let his temper get the better of him and he spit things out in front of strangers. 'I suppose you want to know all about the Deathless thing, too?"

"Well, yeah…I have to admit I'm curious. I thought it was just a story."

"I'm sure what you've heard is just a story," he snorted. "I've only heard a couple of versions that actually got it right." He explained what he'd found out, keeping his voice low so their guide wouldn't overhear what he was saying. He spoke of the centuries of digging around for what answers he could get, but he didn't want to tell her everything. He didn't share the revelations that Ianto had found out at Gateway; he wasn't sure how the woman would react to finding out that he was being kept alive by the lifeforces of Demons. Despite Ianto's reassurances, he himself still wasn't used to the idea.

"And he just left you?" she sounded outraged, and Jack was grateful for it.

"Afraid so. I always thought that maybe he didn't know that I'd been revived, but there are enough stories about me…it's been a long time, I just believed the reason he never tried to find me was that he was dead. But now…"

"You think he's been ignoring you?" Martha clasped her arms around her chest and shivered.

"Can't help but think that." Cursing himself silently for being so wrapped up in his own issues that he hadn't noticed how cold the woman was, Jack shrugged out of his cloak and settled it around her shoulders.

The Swear-Sword thanked him, then said, "You've got it wrong, Captain. The Doctor isn't immortal or anything…he just travels in time."

"He what?" Jack's mouth fell open in surprise. "Since when?"

Martha shrugged. "No idea. Just know I've been traveling with him for months now, and we've been to all sorts of different times and places. In fact, he saved my life, back when Freedonia was invaded."

This boggled the mercenary's mind. Time travel? He'd never heard of such a thing, and as far as he knew Master John – or the Doctor, as he apparently liked to be called – had never been able to do that while Jack had known him.

"Wait…is it him? Or is it Tardis?"

Martha chuckled. "Oh, I should have said. It's Tardis. The Doctor can't do it on his own, and really he can't even control her much. We never know where we're going to end up."

"Oi, you two!" Master John's call interrupted their conversation, and had them both catching up to where the Wizard was currently standing. They hadn't been paying attention to their surroundings, and now found themselves outside a picturesque town nestled at the base of what could have only been an extinct volcano.

At least, Jack hoped it was extinct.

The woman – Helen, she'd said – smiled. "Welcome to our town. I certainly hope you'll enjoy your stay here." She started toward the town, motioning them to follow her. "Please, my Master wishes to meet you."

"Your Master?' Jack asked, keeping up with the rest of the group this time.

"Indeed," she answered brightly. "He was the one who sent me out to get you."

"How did he know we were here?" Master John inquired. It sounded quite disingenuous, but Jack could recognize a hardness in his eyes that brought back a memory of the man, facing down a legion of warriors without a weapon yet demanding they put their swords down.

"He sensed your arrival," Helen said. "Although he did tell me that there would be a dragon with you."

"Your Master is a Wizard then?" Jack wanted to know. First Master John, and now this mysterious 'Master'…it looked as if Ianto wasn't as alone as he might have once thought.

He didn't miss the scoffing sound that Master John made, even though their guide's laughter almost drowned it out. "He has great power, if that's what you mean. He's performed many miracles, and he's done amazing things. If that means he's a Wizard, then I would suppose you are correct."

"That's not possible," Master John said sharply.

"And how do you know that?" Jack demanded, his anger rising back to full force.

Once again, the Wizard was silent.

"You and your damned secrets," the captain growled, managing to fight down the urge to throttle the man. He turned back to Helen. "How about you take us to your Master then?" He flashed her a grin.

The woman returned it. "He did ask that I show you to quarters where you can freshen up, and then he asks that you join him and his lady wife for supper."

They followed her into the town, Jack looking around with a mercenary's eye. The place wasn't all that defensible; most of the buildings faced out toward the sea, and were built of a combination of wood and stone. The whole place had an open, friendly appearance…or it would have, if not for the brooding mountain overlooking it. Jack ran his eyes up the volcano's flanks, and noticed a rather fine-looking home overlooking the town. He wondered vaguely is this Master lived there.

"We don't get many visitors," Helen was saying, "so we're hoping you don't mind staying in rooms above the inn. It's about the only available place in town, I'm afraid."

"That's fine," Jack answered for his companions. He really just wanted to get some time to himself, the better to digest what had happened to him over the last several hours, although he doubted that would be the case.

He glanced out to sea; there were several boats off the coast, and it looked as if they were fishing. "What would be the chances of me being able to get a boat away from here?' He carefully pitched his voice so as not to offer any sort of offense. "Where is this place, anyway?"

"We're on an island off the coast of the Western Lands," Helen answered. "We might be able to find someone willing to sail you wherever you choose to go, though. I guess it would depend on where."

Jack's heart sank. By ship, it would take at least three weeks to get back to Cardiff, let alone the extra time to Canary's Wharf. Full scale war could have broken out by that time. Master John – or maybe he should be getting used to calling him the Doctor – would just have to figure out a way to get Tardis to come back. The captain just couldn't afford to hang around this bloody island while his people were left in the middle of a possible conflict.

And that didn't take into account that the Brigadier was most likely sending someone to collect Ianto.

Damnit to every hell there was!

But he then realized…they might have traveled in time as well. That thought made him want to hit something, but instead he plastered a fake smile on his face and thanked Helen for the information.

Could things possibly get any worse?

The islanders they passed gave them all curious looks, but no one approached. Everyone was dressed plainly, mostly browns, dark blues, and blacks, making the entire population look as if they were all going to a funeral. And yet, they seemed friendly enough, if the smiles they were getting counted. He guessed it was because they were strangers, and if Helen was correct they didn't get a lot of new faces on the island. Jack retuned their smiles, but his heart wasn't in it.

The inn was called the Dancing Drake, and the picture of a black dragon-like creature caught in mid-spin on the sign disturbed Jack, and he wasn't certain why. He darted forward, pulling the door open for his companions; Master John made no sound as he entered, while Martha thanked him with a saucy grin and Helen blushed slightly when Jack winked at her. He let the door close as he stepped into the shadowed building, taking a look around. The common room pretty much resembled any such area in any inn he'd been in, with a long bar area and tables spaced out around a large fireplace, which was currently ablaze with a peacefully crackling fire.

The room itself was empty. The lack of customers bothered Jack, since even though it was fairly early in the afternoon – judging from the position of the sun in the sky – any inn making money would always have early drinkers, or even guests eating or enjoying whatever entertainment such an establishment might have on hand. But then, Helen had claimed they didn't get visitors, so that might account for some of the abandoned feeling he was getting from the place.

"Evan!" the woman shouted, the sudden noise making Jack – and Martha, who was standing by his side – jump at the volume. The captain hadn't realized his hand had flown to his sword until it cramped from the tightness of his grip on the hilt.

A man bustled out from a door near the bar, which had to have led to the kitchens. "Helen, love," he greeted her, wiping his hands on the towel that had been thrown over his shoulder. His own pale eyes caught sight of the three strangers, and he smiled. "Don't get many visitors! Welcome to Utopia."

Jack decided that there was something off about the man's smile. It made him shiver despite the warmth of the room.

"The Master asks if they can stay here," Helen was saying, returning the innkeeper's smile.

"Unless there's a problem – " Master John began.

"Not a problem at all, sir," Evan answered, somewhat boisterously. "I have plenty of space."

"Oh, and the Master wanted them to join him for dinner," Helen went on, "and he was wondering if you might have a nice roast you can send up to the manor house…"

"Oh, aye, I'm sure I've got something in the smokehouse that'll do," the man grinned. "I'll have Huw take it up directly. In the meantime, can I get you folks something?"

Jack wasn't at all sure about accepting any sort of hospitality from him. His instincts were screaming at him to leave, to somehow force the so-called Doctor to call Tardis back and get them the hells off this island. The problem was there wasn't anything he could put his finger on and claim to be proof of the place's wrongness. Both Helen and Evan seemed nice sorts, and the other residents they'd passed on the way there had appeared pleasant enough. There was just something off about Utopia, and he just didn't know what it was.

He suddenly wished that Ianto was there. Jack was certain his lover would feel the same way, and support him no matter what happened. He got the distinct impression that this Doctor wouldn't lift a finger to defend him, and he didn't know Martha Jones well enough to predict what she might do. He felt completely exposed, and not in a good way.

"Nothing for me, thanks," the captain replied, turning his smile on Evan in hopes that he might not be insulted by his lack of politeness in taking up his offer.

"I'd like a red wine, if you have it," Martha said.

"Glass of water, please," Master John requested almost absently.

"Coming right up," Evan said, not even blinking an eye that only one of his new customers was actually ordering anything. He moved behind the bar and began to work. "Name's Evan, as you no doubt heard Helen bellowing my name." He favored the woman with a fond look, which led Jack to wonder if there was something between the two.

"I'm the Doctor," the Wizard introduced, sounding a bit more focused. "These are my companions; Martha Jones, and…Captain Jack Harkness."

Jack couldn't make up his mind whether that pause was because the other man couldn't remember the name he was currently going under, or if he wasn't certain of the immortal's actual status with them. He really wanted to make a snide comment, but decided it was best to show a united front.

Martha looked a bit annoyed, and Jack figured it was the Doctor's casual dropping of her rank. It actually surprised the mercenary that he'd been addressed as 'captain'.

Evan set the drinks down on the bar. "There you go." He promptly waved off the Doctor's attempts to pay. "No, no. You're guests here."

But that was the point, Jack thought as the two accepted the offered refreshments. They were guests; they should be paying.

"Maybe we should take those up to our rooms," he suggested, suddenly feeling the need to find a defensible place.

Something in his voice must have alerted Martha to his unease; the Swear-Sword glanced in his direction, a questioning look on her pretty features. "I am a bit tired," she said, taking a sip of her wine.

"Of course you are!" Helen exclaimed. "You should rest, and I'm sure the Master will send someone to fetch you when it's time to go up to the manor house."

"You can take any rooms you want," Evan said. "They're all empty; there isn't much call for them anymore. Not like we get people visiting Utopia."

"Thank you for your hospitality," the Doctor said, smiling. "We appreciate it."

"It's our pleasure," Helen gushed. "We hope you'll stay for a while."

I don't, Jack didn't say it out loud.


They chose the first three rooms on the upper landing, but congregated together in the so-called Doctor's room. Jack made his way to the window first; twitching the curtain aside, the captain watched as the people of Utopia went about their business.

"This place is well weird," Martha spoke up, swirling her wine, the red liquid catching the sunlight from the open curtain.

"I knew I'd like you, Martha Jones," Jack murmured.

"I think you two are being paranoid," the Doctor snorted. "Must come from the military mind-set…"

The mercenary rolled his eyes. "Please. You don't have to be military to notice something…off, around here. Problem is, I can't point to one thing and say 'that shouldn't be here'."

"And how did that Master guy even know we were here?" Martha asked.

Jack shrugged. "He's a Wizard. What do you expect?"

"He's not a Wizard," the Doctor snorted. "He's got all these poor people believing in magic and miracles, when there's no way he has any power to deliver either."

"You're being awful quick to dismiss this," Jack remarked. "I don't see how you can, until you actually meet the man."

"Look, I know for a fact that there can't be any Wizards left…well, besides me, of course."

"And how do you know that?" the captain challenged, becoming irritated at the man's high-and-mighty attitude.

The Doctor's face went blank. Jack wasn't sure he was going to get an answer, but then he hadn't really expected one.

But, so quietly Jack almost missed it, he whispered, "Because I cast the spell that locked the magic away."

Chapter Seven...



I love magical!wizard!Ianto, so when I found your story I was hooked.

But, so quietly Jack almost missed it, he whispered, "Because I cast the spell that locked the magic away."-Ooh I wonder what the Doctor is going to think if he learns about Ianto?

I do hope Jack gets back to Ianto soon, before Ianto is forced to marry Lisa.
He finds out soon, and his reaction...well, let's just say Jack isn't happy about it. :)

Don't worry about Ianto, he can take care of himself.

So glad you liked this!
Oh Doctor, what did you do?

Oh...are they?

*whistles innocently*
Oh no! Big trouble on the horizon! Next chapter soon? :D
Oh yes...there's definitely trouble coming!

Next chapter in a couple of days...
Could things possibly get any worse?
Never say that, things always goes to hell when people say that

I wonder what The Doctor will say about Ianto, is he wrong and impossible too? Grrrr
You'd think Jack had been alive long enough to know that, wouldn't you?

What the Doctor has to say...well, let's just say you thought Jack wasn't happy with him before...
Can you regenerate him into 11? He seems much nicer ;)
Sorry...no regeneration in this Universe...although I see your point... :)
Darned, can I regenerate him then? Or at least smack him in the head? Please give him a smack in the head from me
I do agree, I think the Doctor does, indeed, need a slap upside the head. Where's Leroy Jethro Gibbs when you need him? :)
Oh lots of little developments and Utopia - one of my favourites. Jack missing Ianto - a wizard and Ianto back home with threats from Gwen and Lisa.
Lastly I'm glad you're a bit annoyed with the Doctor - I was too. I thought he treated Jack very badly. It wasn't Jack's fault he was immortal. Looking forward to more now.
Oh, I very annoyed. I'm also annoyed at Jack for putting up with it...which is why my Jack isn't happy. Canon Jack is such a woobie where the Doctor is concerned, when really he should be pissed off at him.

Oh yes...small developments add up to major disasters...
Totally agree that Jack should have been more angry but that's love for you!
Yep...love makes you blind, deaf, dumb, and stupid...

Well, the Doctor always thinks he's right...until the world blows up on him! :)

Sure, you can friend me...I don't mind! I'm actually honored!
Utopia sounds so so creepy! Don't blame Jack for wanting to get away. Ooh if the Doctor locked all the magic away how did the Master and Ianto get their powers? Loving this fic so so much!
Well, the Doctor likes to think he's clever... :)
Ha! Jack probably restraining himself from making a comment about Ianto and throwing it in the Doctor's face. You relly caught that sence of unease that you just can't put your finger on good work. ^_^
Thanks! I was hoping that a certain strangeness came across, so I'm glad that worked.

Jack will have certain things to say, trust me!
Oh Doctor!!!
Yep, he's done it this time...or so he thinks...
Ohhh, I've just caught up and I'm loving this so far! I can't wait for more!!!

Next chapter should be up later today... :)
Wow, I can't wait to know more about the spell that locked the magic away.

I love this look at the Doctor through Jack's eyes. While I do love the Doctor, he's been perfectly horrible to Jack and ought to be made aware that he can't treat people that way. I'm a softie though, so I like thinking that he'll apologise at some point and that Jack will forgive him, because he does love the Doctor (but he's in love with Ianto, of course!).
Yes, The Doctor was horrible to Jack, and I could never work out why Jack wasn't more angry about it. Just because you love someone, doesn't mean you let them treat you like crap...

You'll see more of the Doctor in later chapters, and maybe there's forgiveness...or maybe not... :)
I thought about that a lot, before Ianto came along: why Jack wasn't more angry. I figured the Doctor was the only constant in Jack's life after he became immortal, the only one Jack could be sure would always be around, so maybe even if he was really angry, he still couldn't do without the Doctor.

Oh, I'm happy with just Ianto and Jack, forgiveness or not. :-)