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Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Seventeen

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Seventeen
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, horror, angst
Spoilers:  Some could be for Torchwood S1 "Cyberwoman"; "Countrycide", "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.

A/N2:  This chapter is dedicated to idamus , for lots of reasons but the main one being the PUPPY EYES OF DOOM!  This one is for you, but the next one won't be up til Sunday, no matter how much cuteness you turn on!  :)

Chapter Seventeen

Martha knew she was technically breaking her vow to the Doctor, but she couldn't help herself.

She rationalized it as exploring; that she wanted to know the island better if she was stuck there for any longer. She used the excuse of boredom to climb the extinct volcano, even though at the back of her head she knew it was because she wanted a more comprehensive layout of the village, one that gave her a better view than if she'd simply walked the single street and asked questions of the friendly yet strange townsfolk.

Hiking the volcano also gave her time to think about what the Doctor had told her. It disgusted her that Saxon was hurting Jack, and every fiber of her being rebelled against the notion of leaving him in that madman's hands a moment longer than was necessary. At the same time, she thought she knew him well enough to accept that the Doctor was right: Jack would put up with anything in order to keep Ianto Jones safe. If that meant being the plaything of an insane Void Wizard, then he'd do it.

The main problem that Martha saw in that assumption was that Jack didn't have a clue. He was suffering, and he didn't know why. Certainly he'd do anything to protect Ianto, but if he didn't know that was what he was doing…

To Martha, sacrificing yourself for the ones you loved was the ultimate way of showing your commitment to them. Marriage…yes, you could marry someone, but that was just a vow or fancy words said in front of witnesses and only meant as much as the other was willing to put into it. That didn't count arranged marriages, which were never about love and only about what a family can gain from another.

But to willingly put yourself in danger to save someone…that was how a person showed their true feelings. Martha had no doubt that Jack felt that way about his lover, just from the way the captain had spoken of the other man. It was the idea that Jack had no notion that there was a reason for whatever Saxon was doing to him that urged the Swear-Sword to break her vow to the Doctor, and damn the consequences.

However, she'd been trained well to uphold her own personal honor, and that definitely included the vow she'd sworn. In fact, the Doctor had known exactly what sort of vow to ask her to make, in order to get her to obey. Her family – while dead for centuries – was still as important to her as if they were still living. She'd do nothing to jeopardize their existence in any Heaven.

And so, she found herself skirting the letter of her vow, by reconnoitering the territory and trying to find a likely place they'd be holding Jack. Martha didn't have any idea what she'd do once she found him, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.

She kept in mind that Saxon would be able to hear everything she said, and so did a little vow of silence; it wasn't hard, since it was actually something she'd done before, as a test of her personal strength and resolve. It bothered her that someone could hear anything she would choose to say, to violate her privacy like that. It made her think about the conversations she'd had with Jack, and Martha had to wonder just how much the Doctor was fooling himself by thinking he was convincing Saxon that everything they'd talked about was simply exaggeration.

The young woman stared down from her ledge high up the side of the ancient volcano. The village of Utopia was spread out below her, and Martha could name pretty much every structure she could see. There were four she hadn't seen before; mostly outbuildings, one obviously a stable for what horses the townsfolk had, judging by the paddocks she could make out.

There was also one at the rear of the inn. Martha figured it were storage for the supplies an inn would need: foodstuffs, supplies, linens, and whatever else would be needed. Another building was behind the store, and one more near the metalsmith's. Those three would be where Martha would start her search.

Of course, if Jack was being held in Saxon's home, then she would be out of luck…

The first two outbuildings turned out to be storage for metalworking supplies and grain respectively. That left the one behind the inn, and the first two attempts Martha made to get close to it were halted by first Evan Sherman; and then a young man who introduced himself as Huw, who'd come from it carrying a slab of smoked meat, and who ushered her back inside without even giving her a chance to protest. Not that she would; she didn't want to break her silence vow, although she had to do some speaking in order to avoid drawing attention to herself. But it was obvious that where he'd come from was a smokehouse; the smell of fine wood smoke had assailed her nostrils almost from the moment Huw had accosted her.

Although, his distraction didn't stop her from noticing the shed-like building that was partially hidden by a copse of trees, and would have been invisible from her perch up the mountain.

Martha wanted to check it out, but knew she'd have to wait until the coast was clear.

It finally was, just about midday. Where the Shermans had vanished to she couldn't say, but the inn was deserted and Martha decided it was time to 'explore' that hidden structure. The guilt at disregarding the Doctor niggled at her, but she had to weigh her oath to him against the well-being of a man who had the possibility of being a very good friend. Her mother would have approved of her actions, even if she was rationalizing it.

Martha had no real belief that Jack would be that particular building; it was pure curiosity that was driving her now. Chances were, he was where Saxon could get to him, and where he could be kept under careful watch. She felt though that, if she didn't search, she was giving up.

And Second Swear-Sword Martha Jones didn't give up. First Swear-Sword Francine Jones had taught her better than that.

It was indeed a shed, the trees shading one half of the somewhat ramshackle structure. There was something slightly creepy about it; the hairs on Martha's nape were standing straight up, and she'd long ago learned to trust her instincts. This entire island was what the Doctor accused Jack of being: wrong.

Something was telling her to be quiet, to keep a lookout for any of the Shermans and to watch her own back as she approached. She was three paces away from the door when the smell hit her: sweet and cloying, with an undercurrent of iron. It took her brain a second to supply just what it was…blood. And for it to be that strong, there had to be a lot of it.

The urge to turn and run was strong, yet Martha fought it. One hand firmly on the hilt of her sword, the other reached out for the door. The handle was unlocked, and it occurred to her that no one in their right mind left a building that smelled this horrific open to all and sundry.

Martha had to believe it was a trap. Yet that didn't stop her from opening that door.

The interior of the shed was shrouded in shadow. Some light was streaming through seams between the wooden slats of the walls, but it wasn't enough for her to make out anything much past a foot or so. Martha could make out a table just in front of her, and what she thought was a lamp. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the camp matches she always carried with her; fear was making her heart race, and she didn't even know what she should be afraid of. It was the smell that was making her weak with terror, and she tried to laugh it off as she used one of her matches to light the lamp.

The guttering flame illuminated horror.

The table she was standing at was stained with old blood. There were cuts in the wood, deep cuts that spoke of pain and death. Martha's brain supplied the word: an abattoir. That's what it had to be; it could be nothing else.

Martha wanted to laugh. She was afraid of a place where animals were butchered? A sigh of relief escaped her, but then she made the mistake of raising her eyes…

And looked right into the staring blue eyes of Captain Jack Harkness.

He wasn't reacting to her presence at all. Simply staring ahead, looking more like a corpse than a living human. He was hanging from a hook on the ceiling, swaying gently in the breeze that blew in through the still-open door. Dried blood painted his torso in designs of agony, stained his ragged trousers almost black and caked his bare feet so badly the toes looked glued together.

Martha gagged at the sight. It was more horrifying than anything she could have imagined. Her mind put all the clues she was seeing into a mental picture that had her running for the nearest corner and emptying her stomach.

Don't eat any more of the meat.

The Doctor's words were the icing on the horror cake. If this was indeed an abattoir – and everything within pointed to it, from the blood to the tools to the meat hooks in the ceiling – then the Wizard had known what they were doing to Jack, that they were…


Martha couldn't wrap her head around that. That the Doctor had known, and yet still had made her swear that vow.

She would never forgive him.

She couldn't forgive herself.

The Swear-Sword stood, spitting out the last of the bile in her mouth. Martha had to get him out of there; she couldn't let them hurt Jack anymore. She looked at him once more; that blank stare brought tears to her eyes, and she wondered if he would ever be the same again.

A stool in the corner was dragged in front of the immortal, and Martha climbed on it in order to reach the ropes that bound him to the hook. She knew he couldn't catch him; he would be too heavy. Yet she doubted he'd even notice falling to the ground, and so with a practiced flick of her dagger she severed the ropes and let him drop.

She kicked the stool away, then fell to her knees beside his crumpled form. Her eyes tracked the room, looking for something that would cover him up…there, in the corner, was his armor and his clothing. Martha went over to the pile and retrieved his cloak, tucking the wool material around Jack's mostly naked body. Then she pulled his head into her lap, knowing she had to get some sort of response from him if she was going to find somewhere to hide him. She couldn't do it on her own; she would need him to help himself just a little.

It would mean breaking her silence. Saxon would hear her.

She had no choice.

Martha leaned over Jack's head, putting her lips to his ear, calling his name softly as she wrapped her arms around his unresponsive body. "It's Martha," she whispered. "You need to come back, Jack…we have to get out of here."

She kept it up, murmuring words of comfort and encouragement, until she felt him twitch under her hands. She raised her head as Jack's moved, his eyes blinking at her blearily. "Martha?"

His voice was harsh, not at all sounding like the Captain she'd gotten to know. Her heart felt like it was breaking, that she'd had a hand in what had happened to him.

Her honor wouldn't let her not make this up to him. Even if it cost her life.

"You have to be quiet, Jack. Saxon can hear us."

His body jerked at the name. He looked confused, but didn't speak.

Using her hands, she motioned to Jack that she intended on helping his get to his feet. The man nodded slightly, acknowledging that he understood.

Martha stood first, and was about to lean over to give her aid to her injured friend, when a soft laugh had her jumping almost out of her skin, her hand going instinctively to her sword.

"Looks like someone is trying to steal our meat," Evan Sherman said, from where he was standing by the doorway. "The Master won't be pleased at that, little girl."

The outrage Martha felt at that derogatory nickname blew away the fear that had settled into her soul. She didn't speak. She let her drawn sword speak for her.

"The little girl has a shiny stinger," the man went on, pulling a long knife from his own belt. "Think you can stop me, little girl?"

Martha wondered if Sherman had used that knife on Jack. She glanced down at her friend; he was looking up at her, his eyes filled with fear. And yet, there was a sudden strength there, and Martha knew that this was his fight, that he had to be the one to take on this enemy.

She nodded once. Keeping her eye on Sherman, she reached down with her free hand and helped Jack to his unsteady feet.

Then she handed him her sword.

A strange, feral grin lit up the terror-ravaged features. Jack took a step forward, raising the sword toward Evan Sherman as if it was talisman against every bad thing he'd suffered in the time he'd been held captive and used.

Martha moved back, letting the captain take the lead. She couldn't help but notice the sudden apprehension in Sherman's expression, and her heart leaped at it. That animal deserved whatever Jack dished out, after everything he'd done. Martha would back him up, and give her friend aid if needed. But, beyond that, she would let Jack handle it.

It didn't take long.

With a fluidity that defied the notion that he'd been tied up and left to hang from his arms for over a week, Jack Harkness proceeded to cut Evan Sherman into pieces.

And, when he was done, Jack used a clean patch of the cannibal's clothing to wipe the blood from Martha's sword, then he handed it back to her. He nodded to her, keeping the silence that the young woman had imposed. She nodded back, accepting what he'd done. It had needed doing.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, tucking the cloak around his filthy body. Jack rested his own on her shoulders, letting her tug him from the abattoir and out into the sunlight.

They didn't get far.

Martha had thought to lead Jack up onto the volcano; from there, she would try to figure out a way to get them both off the island. It had been a good plan.

But the sounds caused by the confrontation with Sherman and his subsequent demise had been heard.

They were surrounded almost from the moment they'd left the shed.

It looked as if almost the entire village had turned up. They stood in a semi-circle around the building, effectively blocking Martha and Jack in. They weren't armed, but Martha knew there was no way they could get past before they were overpowered.

"Well," Saxon's boisterous voice called out over the crowd. It parted, revealing the man himself; he was dressed all in black, his dragon Toclafane perched on his shoulder. "It's the girly and the freak!"

A low growl came from somewhere deep in Jack's chest, and Martha felt the same way. She didn't speak though, not wanting to give their enemy the satisfaction.

"You didn't think you'd get away, did you?" Saxon went on. "I know everything that happens here! Every word you've spoken, I've heard. I know all your secrets and your plans and all your wonderful screams and dreams! All for my pleasure." The Wizard grinned. "And it has been a great pleasure hearing you scream, freak."

Jack stiffened in her embrace. "Glad you enjoyed yourself," he rasped, his voice still gravelly.

"Oh yes. And I'm going to enjoy myself even more!" His grin turned into a wide smile. "Do you have any idea how alive your meat tastes, freak? It's like drinking the best sparkling wine; I can never get enough. Can I, Doctor?"

Martha started; she glanced around, finally seeing her Wizard standing off to the side, arm in arm with Lucy Saxon, looking at both of them with disdain. Horror filled her once more, and she wondered if their late-night talk had been an act, and if this was the real Doctor she was finally seeing.

Jack was trembling, and it was all Martha could do to keep him on his feet. Gods knew what effect this was having on him; how could anyone not be affected by someone practically bragging about eating their flesh? It made her want to throw up once more, but she swallowed hard to keep her gorge down.

She wondered if her death would be quick, or if she'd be used as the villagers' dinner as well. She vowed to fight whatever her fate would be, and to make the spirits of her mother and her family proud of her.

A sudden loud screeching filled the air.

Martha's heart contracted painfully in her chest, but this wasn't out of fear. This was hope, because she recognized that call.


The villagers scrambled as the large blue dragon landed between them and her two humans. Martha glanced over at the Doctor; the look of disdain was gone, replaced by a fierce determination as he shrugged off Lucy's grasp on his arm and began to run toward them,

"Stop them!" Saxon shouted. A weird chanting filled the air, sounding dark and ancient and evil.

Tardis screamed again, unfurling her wings in order to protect Jack and Martha from the advancing townsfolk. There was a strange electrical tang to the air, tingling on Martha's tongue as the dragon called out what sounded like pain.


It was the Doctor's voice, shouting over the crowd and what sounded like the snap of lightning. She craned her head around Tardis' huge wing; he was being held down by several people, unable to get to the safety of the dragon.

"GO!" he ordered.

The dragon shuddered, but obeyed.

The island of Utopia faded out around them.

Chapter Eighteen


Poor Jack. Martha is awesome in this. Hmm what's the Doctor up to? Another great chapter.

Well, I think the Doctor is up to getting captured... :)
LOL, here's me thinking it's all an elaborate plan but he's just plain old captured. Sunday right? I think that's Monday my time
With the Doctor you never know whether getting captured is the plan or not!

The next posting might be a bit earlier, but I can't guarantee that...
Thank god Martha got Jack out of there!!! And nice little bit of revenge for Jack. So many questions about what happens next!! Sunday you say? :)
Yep, Sunday. I wish it could be sooner but RL and all...

Jack had to get back at the man who kept killing him. So I'm glad you liked that.

Eep, I hope they get away and find Ianto and the team
Great chapter
We'll see on Sunday what happens...


Wow! That had me breathless. Can't wait to see what happens next!


Take a breath now... :)
this chapter has brought tears to my eyes.
*hands tissue*

Glad you liked it!
Seeing Jack like that was difficult. :-( But this was so well-written, stark and authentic. Yay Martha!

Saxon referring to Jack as a freak is disturbingly like the Doctor referring to him as wrong. But at least the Doctor redeemed himself a bit at the end. I hope he's going to be all right. When Ianto finds out about what they did to Jack, I have a feeling Saxon will have a Wizard's wrath upon his head.
It was hard to write, too. And I'm afraid Jack's not going to get over it too easily.

The Doctor did redeem himself a bit, but no good deed goes unpunished. We'll see what happens on that front in a couple of chapters.

Ianto isn't going to be happy at all, you're right...
I was afraid it won't be easy for Jack to get over his ordeal, especially after that haunting image of his unseeing blue eyes. It's hard to read about too, but it brings home the fact that Jack feels pain, and he feels every death. It's easy to forget that. I hope he gets to see Ianto and Myfanwy soon.
*whimpers* did Jack get away or just Martha? And where is tardis taking her?
the abattoir bit was very chilling and made me feel a bit sick.
Fantastic chapter. This story is keeping me so gripped.
Yes, both Jack and Martha got away. As to where they went...we find out very soon.

Yay! Jack is free, but oh no doctor! And Ha! Evan derserved soo much more, but at least Jack gave him a bit of it. Oh I hope TARDIS is taking him back to Ianto! I always have a lot of faith in the girl(even when I'm not too sure about her pilot)
Tardis does, in ways, know what she's doing. And she'll take them somewhere safe...well, as safe as things can be at this moment.
soo I waited some time so I have more chapters to read. I loved everyone of them, and I love that you brought Suzie back, though not Lisa argh, but I guess she has to be at Canary Wharf... and god I am so glad that Martha broke her vow, Idiot doctor >:I - I want Ianto to find Jack soon, please please ;) - great love this story can`t wait for the next chapter :D
Yes, Martha is too honorable to let a bad vow stop her, even if she has to tell herself she's just having a look around. :)

And yes, the Doctor was in idiot, and he's about to pay the price for that.

Next chapter should be up Sunday.
Yep loving Martha in this. Still I want to wrap Jack up im my arms and give him a great big hug.
Oops! I didn't see your comment, I'm sorry... :(

Jack will be getting a hug soon... :)
Poor Jack an Yay for Martha and Tardis = so hopefully Jack is off to safety now. Yes?
Yes Jack is safe...as safe as he can be at this time.. :)

Because you know I'm evil and I'm going to be dropping them back into it again shortly!
Martha is just fabulous in this, thankgoodness she got Jack out of there.
Yes, she is. And now we have a bit of piece before things hit the fan again...