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The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Twelve

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Twelve
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 Twelve

Just when things were going so well…

Jack glared up at the unwanted interruption into his and Master Ianto's dinner. It had been four years since he'd last seen John Hart, and it was all coming back to him just why he never wanted to see the man again.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Jack demanded.

"Nope," John answered, grinning. "You going to introduce me to your friend?"

Jack glanced at Master Ianto, and couldn't quite interpret the expression on the archivist's face. Which, in a way, was a very bad thing; he'd just started making inroads on reading the younger man – which hadn't been too hard, at least since they'd left the inn, when he almost seemed to lower his guard for a bit – and now all that was gone, lost behind a mask that Jack had seen before, those times at Torchwood Castle when he'd been the guest of the Baron and Baroness.

"What do you want?" Jack asked, narrowing his eyes and flatly refusing to do anything that John asked, just because he didn't want to encourage the man any more than he had to.

"Just came over to say hello, Jack," John smirked. He hooked the leg of a nearby chair with a foot, dragging it over to the table and making himself comfortable. "It's been a long time."

Not long enough, Jack didn't say out loud.

Instead, he retorted, "We didn't invite you to sit."

"Aw…but you didn't have to!" He waved a waitress over. "After all, I'm sure you're as glad to see your old partner as I am to see you!"

"Partner?" Master Ianto asked, calmly. Too calmly, in Jack's opinion. "In what way?"

"In every way," John answered lasciviously, before Jack could get a word in. "You must be a new member of Jack's team. I can see why he hired you, he always did have great taste in teammates. And it never hurts to have a bit of eye candy around."

Jack really didn't like the way John's eyes were roving over Master Ianto. He ground his teeth, and somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if this was jealousy; but he dismissed the feeling as protectiveness instead. John Hart was probably one of the most dangerous persons Jack had ever met.

Before Jack could say anything, Master Ianto was standing. "I believe I'll go back to the inn, sir," he said coolly, not looking at Jack. Without another word, he began to walk away.

Jack half-stood in reaction. "Ianto…?" he called out, completely willing to leave John to his own devices.

The archivist stopped, stiffening. "I'll leave you and your…friend, to talk about old times." And with those parting words, he was gone.

It wasn't until Jack had returned to his seat, that he realized he'd just called Master Ianto by his familiar name, and that he actually hadn't been given permission to do so. Damn.

"Well, he's a bit touchy," John observed.

"Don't you know how to treat anyone with respect?" Jack hissed. Why was he even wasting his time?

The man shrugged. "Respect is highly overrated." The waitress brought his order; a rather large glass of the local brew. "So…what's up? You looking for work?"

"Have a contract." He pushed the rest of his meal aside, having lost his appetite.

"Too bad. We always worked well together." John leered at him suggestively.

"Forget about it." Jack stood. "As far as I'm concerned, you could drop off into the Abyss for all I care, after what you pulled on me."

"Oh please. You can't tell me you'd have done the exact same thing!"

The Captain stared at John, as he lounged back in his chair. Jack remembered that mission vividly, and John's betrayal. It had actually hurt at the time, but now it simply made him furious.

"John, as hard as it may be for you to understand…no, I wouldn't have." Jack threw a handful of coins onto the table, to cover his and Master Ianto's meal. "Now, I would appreciate not seeing you, ever again."

With that, Jack left the other man, and headed back to the inn. What had been a pretty good day had gone downhill pretty quickly.


Captain John Hart watched as his ex – his still damned sexy ex – strode away into the crowd. Well, that hadn't gone well at all. Not that he'd expected anything else, but it would've been nice if Jack had found it in his heart to forgive him.

He finished off his drink, then left the café. He was very curious about Jack's new play toy. Not that Jack had let a lot slip, except for the name…Ianto. John wondered if he could get anything from any of his informants with just that name alone. The man's accent pegged him as a Cardiff-man, so that had to narrow things down a bit.

Walking down the High Street, John let his eyes linger on several of the passers' by, yet his thoughts were miles away from finding someone to share his bed that night. He really wanted to know more about this mysterious Ianto, and what Jack's new contract was.

He wondered if it had anything to do with Torchwood Castle.

That would make sense, since Jack was so far up Baroness Gwen's ass that he needed a torch to see where he was going. Add to that this Cardiff-man…well, there would have to be a connection, unless Jack had taken a sudden liking to the accent. Although, the man wasn't anything to sneeze at. He could definitely see the attraction.

Eye candy, indeed.

Yeah, John wouldn't have minded a piece of that.

The house he was looking for was in an alley just off the High Street. It was a ramshackle affair, with dirty windows and overgrown front garden. John shook his head, wondering why his contact had to live in such a shithole. He knew for a fact that the man made big bucks with what he could do.

He knocked on the door, half afraid it would collapse inward. John was about to knock again, when it flew open, to reveal his contact.

Adam Smith was an enigma. No one knew where he'd come from, only that he'd settled there in Haven about three years ago, and had set up business as a Seer. John had been skeptical; after all, this was magic, and magic was becoming pretty rare. As far as John was concerned, the man was some sort of con artist.

He'd been proven wrong.

So now, Adam was one of his main contacts for information in the United Kingdom. John paid him quite handsomely for his skills, and Adam was more than willing to do what John asked. The Seer didn't have much of a conscience. Which John absolutely adored.

"You gonna invite me in?' He gave Adam one of his ingratiating smiles.

The Seer stepped aside to let John enter the house. Adam was fairly handsome, and John would've gladly slept with him if it weren't for the fact that the man gave him the creeps. There was something off about Adam Smith, and John really didn't want to know what it was. As long as the man gave him good information, that was fine.

The interior of the house was a little better kept than the outside, with comfortable but threadbare furniture and shelves of books. The air smelled a bit stale, and John had to bite back a cough as he walked inside. "Got some work for you," he said, making himself comfortable in an overstuffed chair.

Adam looked at him with those eyes of his; John couldn't meet their gaze, and really had no idea what color they really were. "What is it this time? Wanting to know the way into a sweet young thing's bed?"

John went for the innocent look, which even he knew he didn't pull it off very well. "Would I ask you that?"

"Of course you would."

"Okay, maybe I would. But this is strictly business."

"Fine. " He took a seat opposite. "Tell me what you want. And I want my money upfront this time. The last time you took off and I didn't get paid for months."

"You don't trust me?"

"Not as far as I can throw you."

Well, John never thought the man was stupid. "There's a new guy traveling with Harkness' group. I want to know more about him, and the contract they have going."

"Is he good looking?"

"Does that matter?"

"It does to you."

Damn. "Yeah, but that's not what's important."

"Yeah, sure."

John sighed. "I want to know about the contract. Now, I know you won't tangle with Jack, but this new one will be an easier catch for you."

"Damn right I won't tangle with Jack fucking Harkness. The man nearly killed me the last time I tried."

"Like I said, you'll be doing your magic tricks on his man."

"I'm not so sure I want to risk that, either. Harkness has made it perfectly clear what he'll do if anyone messes with a member of his crew. Why do you want to know, anyway?"

John wasn't exactly sure. He thought it had more to do with getting something on Jack than anything else. But, if he had to admit to himself, there was a part of him that actually wanted Jack back in his life, to forgive John for betraying him. If he could figure out a way to do that…maybe make himself indispensable or something…

There was a tiny voice in his head, screaming at him that it was far too late to make it up to Jack, and even if it weren't that this was definitely not the way to do it. Besides, John had his own contracts now, and some of them he just knew Jack wouldn't agree with.

"I wanna know what this new contract is. That's all."

Adam looked like he didn't believe it. Yep, the man wasn't at all stupid. John wondered if Adam had been poking around in his head, in the Seer's off time.

"No, I haven't been inside your head."

John started. "Like you just were now?"

"No…it was written all over your face. Gods know I can read you like a book, Hart."

He'd had enough. "You going to do this, or not?"

Adam didn't answer. He just kept staring at John with those eyes. John was starting to feel really twitchy when the Seer finally spoke. "Fine. What can you tell me about this guy you want me to read?"

John grinned.

Chapter Thirteen...