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Myfanwy 2

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Nineteen

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Nineteen
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.


Chapter Nineteen

The disorientation of transport faded, leaving Jack feeling slightly dizzy and out of sorts. It was all running together in his head: everything that had happened since he'd been captured by Sherman; all the pain and the terror and the resurrections and the soft laughter of the sadistic bastard who'd cut him while he was screaming for it all to stop…
 

And Martha.

She'd brought him back from the darkness within his head, where he'd run to in order to protect himself from what was being done to him. Her voice had called him back from the Abyss; she'd let him handle that demon who called himself a human being, and had rescued him from the worst hell imaginable. She'd been his nightingale in the darkness, and he would always be grateful for that.

But they'd been stopped, just out of the slaughter shed door. Jack knew that death wasn't an option for him, but Martha…he would have done anything to protect her. At least he hasn't had to. If it hadn't been for Tardis…

And now, they were somewhere else.

He grabbed ahold of Martha, just to be certain she was there with him and all right. The Swear-Sword nodded at his unspoken question, smiling slightly as she grasped his hand in hers. The relief he was feeling almost knocked him to the ground with its intensity.

There was a soft rustling; it was Tardis' wings, curling about the two of them protectively. Her golden eyes watched them worriedly, and Jack freed up one shaking hand to rub against her shoulder lightly, letting his touch tell her what he couldn't, because she wanted to know if he was fine…

When he patently wasn't.

He didn't think the dragon believed him, either.

Jack slowly disentangled himself from both woman and dragon, tugging his cloak tighter around his mostly naked body. Normally he wouldn't have minded his state of undress, but his body felt achy and stiff, and he knew without looking that he was covered in dried blood and filth. It was itching his skin and it was all he could do not to scratch.

Jack glanced around, trying to get his bearings. They were in an alley…a very familiar alley. His heart thumped painfully in his chest when he realized he was back in Canary's Wharf.

"How long have we been gone?" he whispered, pulling his cloak even tighter around him.

Martha must have recognized it as well, because she said, "I don't know. Let's go; we should get you cleaned up and someone should take a look at you, make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," he answered. "Didn't you know? I'm Deathless. A freak." Bitterness hung in the air between them, his mouth acidic from it.

"You're not a freak, Jack," she said sharply. "Don't believe Saxon, he doesn't know you."

"You don't know me, either – "

"I know you well enough! You're a good man, and you've had something horrible done to you. I just wish I could've gotten there sooner."

Jack took a good look at her, and couldn't miss the guilt in her eyes. He tried to smile, touching her shoulder. "You're not to blame. You did get to me, Martha Jones. I'm glad you did."

"But we left the Doctor behind – "

Tardis made a sad, mewling noise, and rested her head on Jack's shoulder. A part of him was so angry at the Wizard for everything he'd done to make Jack's life miserable, but even he couldn't leave him to suffer from Saxon's wrath. "We'll go back for him, okay? Let's just get some back-up first before we go rushing back into that situation."

"You're right," she admitted. "I just…I broke my oath to him, to help you…"

Jack cringed. He knew just enough about the Swear-Swords of Freedonia to know what that must have cost her. "Come on, Martha Jones. Let's see what's going on, then figure out a way to get to the Doctor."

Together, the two humans and the dragon left the alley, stepping into what looked to be a form or organized chaos. People were rushing about, but with a sense of purpose that had Jack somewhat breathless. It struck him then that the entire town was obviously preparing for an attack. Jack wondered just what had happened to have caused the hasty preparations. He decided to find out just what was going on.

Jack blocked the walkway and daring someone to run into him. A young woman nearly did, seeing him at the last second. She stopped, and stared at him in dumbfounded surprise.

But it was her catching sight of Tardis that had her eyes widening so far Jack feared for her eyeballs.

"Another one!" she exclaimed. "When are we going to be free of them?"

Jack realized she was talking about Tardis. "There's another dragon here?" His voice held a hopeful note, his thoughts going straight to his lover and Myfanwy, wondering if they were somewhere in town.

The woman looked disgusted. "Two more! That Cardiff Wizard's, and then that weird woman with the black dragon! Why can't you leave us alone? We never asked for – "

"Jack!"

The mercenary barely had time to turn before he found himself with an armful of Toshiko Sato. He hugged her back, grateful that she was all right and so very glad to see her.

He glanced up, seeing Tommy just behind her. The young soldier was looking at Jack strangely, but it passed, and he was stepping forward to rest his hand on the older man's shoulder in greeting. "It's good to have you back," he said sincerely, smiling.

"It's good to be back," Jack answered, just as sincerely. Just seeing these two was doing wonders for his equilibrium.

Toshiko stepped back, looking up at him. "We've been worried!" She hit him lightly in the arm.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't exactly have a choice – "

That was when she Elf seemed to get a good look at Jack's appearance. "Gods, Jack…what's happened to you?"

He pulled the cloak tighter, but it was too late…both Toshiko and Tommy had gotten a good look at all the dried blood on him, and the state of his clothing. He got that look from Tommy once more, and it suddenly occurred to Jack that he knew; he knew about him being Deathless, and fear stabbed into his gut until he realized that the young man wasn't reacting badly; this was just surprise, at being faced with something he didn't have any experience with. Tommy wasn't going to push him away, and the captain felt relief flood through him. His team – his family – was with him, and everything would be fine. Nothing that he'd been taunted with over the last couple of weeks mattered as long as the people important to him accepted him.

"It's a long story," he admitted, "and one I'd like to tell just once, if you don't mind."

Toshiko shook her head. "That's fine, but we should get you cleaned up before Ianto sees you like this. It'll upset him."

The mention of his lover relaxed Jack even further. "Where is he?"

"Out on the Valiant." She pointed toward the harbor; Jack looked, and saw five warships at anchor. He assumed the largest one was the one she was indicating. "It's too difficult for him to stay in the town, so the Brigadier insisted he stay onboard." Then she cursed, the epithet sounding a little odd coming from her. "All your belongings are on the ship, too. We'll have to find something for you to wear…"

"I'll do that," Tommy volunteered. "If you'll take care of Jack and his…friends?"

It was Jack's turn to curse. In his joy at seeing his two team members again, he'd completely forgotten about Martha and Tardis. He turned and motioned them forward. "This is Second Swear-Sword Martha Jones," he introduced, "and the dragon is Tardis. And before you ask, she's the companion to an old…friend, of mine." It was easier to describe the dragon that way if he thought back to Master John, and not the Doctor. "Martha, these are two members of my team: Toshiko Sato and Tommy Brockless."

Martha shook hands with them. "Jack's told me a bit about you both. It's nice to meet you."

"Martha saved me," Jack added. "I'll explain that, too."

"If you saved Jack," Toshiko said, "then it's doubly an honor to meet you." The look in her dark eyes said that, yes, she would be getting an explanation. "Let's get Jack here presentable, and then we'll all go out to the Valiant." She turned to Tommy. "Can you see about a boat to get us out to the ship?"

"Not a problem," the young soldier answered. "There are all sorts down at the dock."

"We'll use the facilities at the inn," Toshiko said, taking Jack by the arm and guiding him farther down the street. "Tommy, you'll sort out the clothes?"

"On it." The young man clapped Jack on the back, then headed in the opposite direction.

The innkeeper was more than happy to let Jack use his facilities; he even made sure the rooftop cistern was full for the shower he'd had set up at the rear of the building. The water would be chilly, but Jack was grateful for it. He hadn't relished sitting in a tub full of bloody water…

Toshiko left him to it, after giving him another hug and saying she was going to see to Martha and Tardis. Once he was alone, Jack quickly shucked his ruined trousers, carefully hung his cloak up on a hook on the door, then he stepped into the shower and pulled the chain down.

He let the water run over him for a few minutes, then released the chain so he could use the soap that had been provided for him. As he scrubbed his skin clean, Jack checked himself over carefully. He was relieved that that madman hadn't managed to scar him in some way; he didn't think he could deal with what had happened if he'd some sort of physical reminder of the hells he'd been through. The mental scars would be enough.

The door to the shower room opened; Tommy struck his head around the door. "I brought your clothes," he called out.

"Thanks," Jack said gratefully. "Can you put them on the shelf there?"

Tommy did as Jack asked, demurely keeping his eyes turned away from his bosses' naked body. The shelf held towels and such, and Tommy carefully laid the borrowed trousers and shirt next to them. He'd also found some boots, and those he sat on the floor underneath the shelf.

Normally Jack would have at least flirted with the young man, but he just wasn't in the mood. Instead, he thanked Tommy again, and then apologized.

That stopped the soldier in his tracks. "Why are you apologizing?" he asked, confused.

"For you having to find out about me," Jack said honestly. "I was going to tell you myself – "

Tommy kept his eyes averted, but leaned against the door. "I admit, I was a bit mad at first about not being told, but I thought about it, and I do understand why you didn't. I'm just glad that you would have told me eventually."

"How did you…?"

"Master Ianto was using some magic to try to find you. Something happened though, and it showed you were dead. Course, I didn't know that at first, but Master Ianto did, and Owen guessed. They ended up telling me when we were trying to figure out a way to get to you."

"Thanks again…for accepting it, I mean." Jack realized that, if Tommy hadn't, with what he'd gone through it would have been so very much worse for him. He'd always had issues with telling people about his Deathlessness, but the young man was part of his family now. He'd deserved the right to know about it, but there was still that doubt in him that whispered that he was an abomination, and that no one would accept him.

That was patently untrue, of course. Ianto had accepted him, and had let him into his heart and his bed. Toshiko and Owen had been unhappy that Jack had hidden it from them, but hadn't treated him any differently. He needed to believe that there wasn't anything wrong with him.

But it was hard. Even harder now after what he'd just experienced. Jack shivered, pulling on the chain to open up the cistern over his head.

Tommy left while he was rinsing off, but Jack was too lost in his thoughts to notice. He shivered again, and it didn't have anything to do with the water temperature. He let the stream beat down on his head as he tried once more to force his thoughts back down to a manageable level. He could deal with it later. Right now, he had other things he needed to take care of.

He finished his shower, getting dressed quickly. The boots were a bit tight, and the trousers a little baggy, but for the first time in ages Jack felt human again.

Tucking his filthy cloak over his arm, Jack left the inn to find Toshiko fussing over a content Tardis. The Elf was rubbing some sort of cream over the dragon's flank, and Tardis was practically vibrating in pleasure.

Martha and Tommy stood by, and Jack joined them. "Tardis was hurt when we escaped," Martha answered Jack's question.

He nodded. He could remember there was the smell and sound of lightning, and guessed that Saxon must have cast some sort of spell in order to stop them. Tardis must have taken the hit directly.

"She'll be fine," Toshiko reported. "Her scales were just a bit scorched, but this should help. It's just a bit of horse balm, though she seems to like it well enough."

Tardis bumped her head into Jack's chest, and the captain couldn't help but laugh and rub her chin. "Sorry, beautiful," he murmured. "Sorry you got hurt because of me…"

Tardis snorted, and Jack could swear she rolled her eyes at him. He actually laughed at it.

"Thanks for looking after her, Tosh."

"No problem." She grinned. "You know me and dragons…"

"I do. I think Myfanwy likes you better than either Ianto or I."

The Elven woman chuckled. "I doubt that." She finished with the balm, rubbing her hands on a towel that had come from somewhere. "Let's get all three of you out to the Valiant. I know at least one person out there who's going to be very glad to see you."

Yes, Jack wanted to see Ianto very badly. He nodded, and together – with a happy Tardis in tow – they made their way to the dock, where the boat that Tommy had arranged waited for them. It was actually big enough for Tardis to ride in as well; it was quite hilarious watching the dragon as she delicately stepped into the boat, using her wings for balance. Once she was settled they all piled in, and the oarsmen began rowing.

The closer they got to the Valiant, the antsier Jack became. He'd never been one to actually need anyone before, but Ianto was very different. He was the first person in so very long to accept him for who and what he was; he was even willing to use his magic to extend his own life, in order to stay with Jack for as long as Jack wanted…which meant forever in the captain's book.

Martha had been right: Jack did love Ianto, despite his intention not to ever give his heart away, for fear of being hurt.

The Valiant lowered a rope ladder to the boat when it came alongside. Jack let Toshiko and Tommy go up first, and was about to usher Martha to go next, but she pushed him forward gently. "You're next, Jack. You have someone waiting for you onboard."

He didn't argue. Jack practically swarmed up the rope, landing on the deck with a thump.

"Jack!"

It was the Brigadier. The soldier strode across the deck toward him, the relief on his face palpable. "Welcome back, we were a bit concerned about you."

'Thank you, Sir." Jack shook his hand. "Leaving wasn't something I'd actually planned on doing." He glanced around, looking for the one face he really wanted to see.

Sir Alistair smirked knowingly. "Your young man should be up shortly. I must admit, I am impressed with him." Then his eyes widened as he caught sight of something over Jack's shoulder. "Bloody blue blazes!" he exclaimed. "Not another one!"

Jack turned and saw Tardis clambering up onto the deck. The dragon was looking around curiously, her golden eyes shining. "I understand you have more than just Myfanwy? Someone in town mentioned two others besides Tardis…"

"Oh yes. But we'll explain all that – "

Jack didn't hear anything else the Brigadier said. Someone had come up from the decks below, stopping as he caught sight of the immortal.

Ianto.

He had no idea how he got across the ship's deck, but suddenly he found himself being held by a very familiar pair of arms. Jack buried his face in Ianto's neck, inhaling his lover's scent as he finally relaxed for the first time in he couldn't remember how long. His arms tightened a bit when Ianto went to move away, holding the younger man even closer. "Don't let go," he begged, a part of him ashamed of how needy his voice sounded. There had been times when he'd wondered if he'd ever see Ianto again, and he wasn't about to release him yet.

"I'll never let go," came the whispered response. Ianto's arms tightened as well, and Jack knew he could easily lose himself in that embrace.

Eventually, they did pull away from each other. Ianto's eyes were full of worry, and Jack sighed knowing that Ianto had evidence that he'd died at least once. "I'll explain everything, I promise."

"A lot's been going on here, too," Ianto said. "Let's go belowdecks and get this conversation out of the way. I really just want to hold you for a while before all the hells break loose."

Jack softly bumped his forehead against his lover's. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
 

*****
 

From the look on Ianto's face, Jack guessed that his lover had figured out there was a lot more to his story than what he'd told.

Of course he'd left out the more horrific of it; he couldn't very well say in front of a group of strangers that he'd been killed over and over because a bunch of cannibals liked the way he tasted, and not in a good way. Just that thought made him shiver, and he pretended that Ianto didn't see that, either.

They'd been discussing things for hours. Jack and Martha had told a heavily edited version of what had happened, while Sir Alistair and Ianto had explained what had been going on in Canary's Wharf since he'd been gone. The thing that surprised him most was Suzie, and her probability of being a Wizard; she seemed to be aware that her very presence between the power-mad Barons made her a target, and she was suitably unsettled by it. He'd hugged her, welcoming her back. He'd missed her.

Eventually, the meeting broke up. Martha was understandably upset; she'd tried to get some help in her rescue of the Doctor, but no one was willing. Sir Alistair had tried to explain that they had so much on their hands at Canary's Wharf, and that perhaps he could spare some men after; besides if Tardis could time travel then it wouldn't matter when they left. That answer left the Swear-Sword frustrated, and she confided in Jack that she was going back with or without help.

"It's too dangerous," he tried to argue with her, as the room gradually cleared.

"I know," she said. "But I owe him a blood debt. He saved my life. I can't just leave him in Saxon's hands."

"Then I'll go with – "

"No, Jack. You belong here."

He was secretly relieved; he didn't want to go back to that island, it terrified him too much to think what would happen if he was recaptured. He felt like a total coward.

Instead of fighting her on it, he simply enfolded her in a hug. "I can't stop you, but please be careful?"

"I will." She pulled away, smiling. "Let me go and collect Tardis, and then we'll be off."

"Remember what I told you, about having a place on my team."

"I will." She saluted him. "Good luck, Jack."

He saluted back. "Same to you, Martha."

She walked away, and Jack felt as if he were seeing her for the last time.

"She's going back, then."

He turned to regard Ianto, who had come to stand beside him. "Yes, she is."

"Did you offer to go back with her?"

"I did. But she told me to stay here."

Ianto moved closer, so his hand brushed Jack's. By instinct, the mercenary took it. "Something terrible happened to you on that island, didn't it?"

Jack opened his mouth, whether to answer or to deny he couldn't say. But nothing came out, and instead he found himself wrapping his arms around his lover once more, needing the comfort of being close to the one person who accepted him unconditionally.

"Oi you two," Owen interrupted. "Get a room!"

Jack pulled back. "Jealous, Owen?"

"No, I wanna keep my last meal down."

"Come on, Jack," Ianto touched his arm. "Let's go someplace we can talk."

They ended up in a fairly spacious room, with windows that matched the type in the meeting room they'd just been in, one level up. "It's the Captains' cabin," he explained. "I tried to talk them into letting me have a smaller room, but I got outvoted."

He dragged Jack toward the bunk, and he was more than willing to follow. Ianto pushed him down onto the mattress, removing Jack's clothes and then his own, crawling up to join the immortal.

Ianto kissed him. Jack moaned into it, tasting the magic on Ianto's tongue as it swept into his mouth, reconnecting the two of them after being apart for so many months. Hands roved over smooth skin, but to be honest Jack wasn't in the mood to make love…which was odd for him, but at that moment he simply wanted the closeness and the reassurance that he was where he belonged.

After a bit, Ianto pulled back just a little. "Tell me what happened. The whole truth."

Jack really didn't want to. He didn't want to burden his lover with what had happened. But the moment he opened his mouth to claim he was fine, the entire story spilled out. He couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.

He told Ianto everything: from his first sighting of Martha, to their subsequent arrival back in Canary's Wharf. Ianto's hold tightened on him as he spoke of the Doctor's disdain of him, and when he got to being a prisoner of the cannibals he could practically sense the fury radiating from the younger man. It made Jack glad that Martha had left; he had the feeling that nothing would have stopped Ianto from going with her, and that was something Jack didn't want. He wanted Ianto safe, and it was bad enough that he'd been a coward and let Martha sneak off on her own.

"Oh, my Jack," Ianto pulled him closer, tucking Jack's head against his shoulder. "You're with me now."

Jack burrowed deeper into Ianto's warmth. "I love you," he murmured against the younger man's pale skin.

Ianto stilled, and for a moment Jack was terrified he'd said the wrong thing. Then the Wizard's arms tightened once more. "I love you too, Jack. Always."

Jack sighed. "Always."

He settled into his lover's arms, knowing he was finally home.


Chapter Twenty

 

Comments

Yay! I'm glad for their reunion - although I'm still waiting for things to go wrong. And for Lisa to try and ruin Jack and Ianto's relationship.

Great update!
I think you know well enough by now to realize it's going to hit the fan pretty soon! Because I'm just evil like that.

Thanks!
Awww Jack hugs. Great chapter
Yes, Ianto will hug and make it better!

Thanks!
*Hugs Jack.* Poor dear, but I am so glad that he and Ianto have been reuinted and said 'I love you' to each other. I'm just wondering how long is it going to be before Lisa tries and makes trouble in our boys relationship.
Thanks!

Well, I can guarantee there will be some sort of trouble! :)
Ianto and Jack together, snuggled in bed, whispering words of love. It doesn't get much better than this.

I have a funny feelng this is just a bit of calm in the middle of a great big storm.

They are cute, and do deserve a bit of together time.

And you could be right about that storm thing...!
Wonderful start to my day and a happy bit for now - Hmm wonders what's coming next and what's happening to the Doctor!!!
Good old Martha coming to the rescue.Looking forward to more.
Something is definitely going to happen, and that's all I'll say at this point!

Next chapter should be up in a couple of days.

*Sniffles and pets Jack* gorgeous, just gorgeous

I'm glad I was able to give the boys a chance to reconnect...before it hits the fan again!

Thanks!
At least they've a moment of peace. And if Lisa even tries to bother them right now I know the team + 1 dragon (and me) will take care of her.
Yes, at least there is peace...for the time being.

And I'm not really sure you should be worrying about Lisa at this point.. :)
Love their reunion. Jack not wanting Ianto to stop holding him is so achingly sweet. I love that he can't help spilling out the whole story to Ianto, even though he doesn't want to.
Thanks. I had to give them a good reunion before it all hits the fan again...

And I don't think Jack can really hide anything from Ianto...
YAY! YAY! YAY!
They're back together!
YAY!
It's taken me forever to find time to read this, and I missed it so much!
Welcome back! Missed you, too!

*hugs*