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The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Seven

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Seven
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13, for language and violence
Summary: When Master Archivist Ianto Jones of Torchwood Castle discovers the presence of a powerful magical Artifact, Baroness Gwen Williams hires Captain Jack Harkness and his band of mercenaries to retrieve it.
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones; Gwen Williams/Rhys WIlliams
Warning: Fantasy violence
Spoilers: None really; mostly for Doctor Who S1 episodes "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", and Torchwood S1 "Everything Changes" and S2 "Fragments".  Although the stories have been warped to fit into a fantasy setting. 
Author's Note:  This is Torchwood in a fantasy setting.  Everything that could be considered alien in the normal universe is magical here. 
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, if I did I'd have treated it better. It - and Doctor Who - are owned by the BBC, and created by Russell T. Davies.


Chapter Seven

The day wasn't going the way Ianto had planned.

He'd gotten up that morning, thinking to spend most of his time working in the Archive, taking time out for meals and the odd ramble about the Baronial gardens. There would have been some certain teasing from Mistress Heather about his eating habits, and perhaps some time in the large, well stocked castle library. Oh…and coffee. Coffee was always on the agenda.

Instead, Captain Jack and his mercenaries had shown up. That had led to the meeting with Their Graces and the Captain…and had spiraled into the argument that had had the stubborn side of his nature rearing its ugly head at the notion that both the Baroness and the Captain were discussing him as if he hadn't even been in the room.

Gods, what had he done to deserve this?

And why had he ever thought accompanying the mercenaries would be a good idea?

He must have gone completely mental.

Even now, as he stood slightly apart from everyone in the Baroness' salon, watching Baroness Gwen and Captain Jack posturing for a second time that day, Ianto was reviewing just what had gone wrong with his day. He just couldn't put his finger on it, but figured it had more to do with Captain Jack Harkness and the way he just seemed to take over any room he found himself in than in anything Ianto had done himself. This whole decision to follow the mercenary was most likely just a reaction to that, and not because he actually wanted to go anywhere with the man.

Why did any one human have to have that much charisma?

Or sex appeal, for that matter?

At that thought, Ianto felt himself blushing. He very much hoped no one noticed. Everyone knew that Captain Jack was in inveterate flirt, and the few times they'd been together Ianto had gotten his fair share of that attention. If it wasn't so flattering it would be downright humiliating. But he also knew that it didn't mean anything, and that irritated him a bit. It wouldn't have if he'd actually considered himself worthy of flirtation, and not because Captain Jack was just like that with everyone.

"– still think this is a very bad idea," Her Grace was saying.

"You don't trust me to look after him?" Captain Jack asked.

"I would…if I thought you had his best interests at heart."

Ianto barely controlled rolling his eyes. There they go again, talking like he wasn't even in the room. Normally, he'd be fine with it, but for some reason today it pissed him off.

Captain Jack dramatically put his hand on his chest. "You wound me, Your Grace."

The Baroness did the eye rolling for Ianto. "Oh, please. Stop it."

Captain Jack did as she asked, the laughing mask he wore dropping away. "We don't have to do this, you know. Personally, I think you're chasing a pipe dream."

"I personally don't think so."

"Well, opinions are like assholes…everybody has one."

"I'm paying you and your people very well to do this."

Captain Jack leered. "That's what finally tipped the balance in favor of this job. It wasn't belief in the goal, trust me."

"Trust you?" the Baroness lifted an eyebrow. "The only thing I do trust is your love for money."

Something flickered in the Captain's eyes, something that Ianto would have missed had he not been looking directly at him. It was gone before it could be identified. "Well, you're gonna have to trust me for one other thing…keeping your precious Head Archivist alive." And then he put the power of those blue eyes right on Ianto.

He had to fight not to flinch away. There was something in that gaze…something old, and powerful. Ianto couldn't put his finger on what he was seeing, but it made him very uncomfortable. And yet, at the same time…how odd. "I trust him," he found himself answering.

He was rewarded by a smile…not the flirty thing that was often sent in his direction, but a genuine expression of gratitude. Ianto found himself blushing once more.

Baroness Gwen glanced between the two men, drawing Ianto's eyes away from Captain Jack by the force of her disapproval. "I don't like this."

Captain Jack's smile turned to her, and changed from charming to mocking. "I think Master Ianto has made his decision. You should abide by it."

So, he was able to make the Baroness grind her teeth as well. Ianto was secretly pleased that it wasn't just him whom Captain Jack had that effect on. "I don't need you to tell me how to handle my people, Captain."

"You could have fooled me, Baroness."

This was getting out of hand. "Are you two going to start hissing at each other next?" Ianto said, irritated.

The looks they gave him were comical in the extreme.

"I am assuming that this is turning into a cat-fight." Ianto raised one eyebrow.

And with that look, Captain Jack started to laugh.

It was a nice laugh, if Ianto was honest with himself about it.

Baroness Gwen simply shook her head, looking amused and irritated at the same time.

Captain Jack's chuckles faded out, and he looked at Ianto as if seeing him in a new light. And, if the archivist blushed anymore he'd pass out from all the blood going to his head.

"I get the feeling having you along is going to be very interesting," he said, favoring Ianto with another flirt-less smile.

"I'll do my best to keep up my end, Sir," Ianto said primly.

That caused another laugh, but not as loudly as before. "I'm sure you will." He reached up and put his hand on Ianto's shoulder, squeezing slightly.

Normally, Ianto would have at least shrugged away that hand, since he didn't particularly care to be touched, but he suffered it. No, suffered wasn't the word, but for once in his life he was lost for what to call it.

And then the hand was gone, and Captain Jack was talking to the Baroness once more. "We'll leave in the morning," he said.

"All right, Jack." She still didn't look pleased.

He nodded to her, favored Ianto with another smile – this one back to flirty – then did this flourish with his cloak and was striding out of the room.

Once he was gone, the Baroness sighed. "I do still think this is a bad decision," she said.

"It may be," Ianto answered. "But it's my decision to make."

She looked like she wanted to argue that, but in the end she didn't. "Just watch yourself around Jack Harkness. You might trust him with your life, but I wouldn't trust him with anything else."

Ianto was irked, but hid it. "I'm well aware of Captain Jack's reputation, Your Grace."

"Yes…of course you are." Baroness Gwen smiled, somewhat sadly.

Ianto had to wonder what that particular facial expression meant.

Chapter Eight...