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The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Fifteen

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Fifteen
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 Fifteen

John didn't know what shocked him more: Adam's curse-filled rant as he stormed into the room…or the fact that the Seer's house didn't collapse under the hard slamming of the front door as he actually entered.

Adam rushed past, and John was caught up in the whirlwind of his passing, too startled to react to being pulled along in the other man's wake. They ended up in Adam's bedroom – a place John had had no intention of being in…ever – with the Seer flying about the cluttered room, pulling out a large backpack from the wardrobe and beginning to pack things into it haphazardly.

"What are you doing?" John finally asked, after Adam's third trip to stuff something into the pack.

"Getting the hells out of here," Adam rasped. "It's not worth my life hanging around."

He'd never seen the Seer so spooked before. "What happened?" Not that he was sure he wanted to know…

Before he knew it, John was slammed against the wall, Adam's forearm across his throat. "You bastard!" he snarled. "Why didn't you warn me the target was a gods' damned mage?"

The mercenary was startled for a split second, then began laughing. "You're crazy, there aren't any mages left alive!"

"Then you know nothing!" Adam released him. He raised his arms, letting the sleeves of his shirt fall away. "How do you explain these?"

John actually gasped. Adam's wrists were red, with what looked like severe burns. "Those…must hurt."

Adam rolled his eyes. "You think?" He went back to his hasty packing. "The man used his power to break my hold, then flung me across an alley. I had no chance."

"And so you're just gonna run away?" John tried to make it confrontational, but thought he must have failed. A mage…that was impossible.

"Hells yes! I'm not hanging around to get my ass handed to me! Forget Harkness…forget even the Knights of Cardiff! I'm not pitting myself against a mage."

"What do the Knights have to do with anything?" John was very familiar with them; they were the premier peace-keeping force in Cardiff, answering only to the Baroness herself. Their leader was some poncy Lord…Hallett, he seemed to recall. He'd gotten into some trouble while in Cardiff once, and had spent a bit of time in one of the cells below Cardiff prison as their unwilling guest.

"You really didn't know shit about the target, did you?" Adam looked at him in shock. "And here I was just thinking you liked to keep me in the dark. It wouldn't be the first time…"

He grabbed the pack off the bed, striding out of the room. John followed, really wanting to know what else Adam had discovered. "Hey, I paid you; what else did you find out?" He grabbed the Seer by the arm, stopping him from leaving.

"Gods, you bloody well owe me twice what you paid!" Adam was practically shaking. "Fine…you want to know what I found out? The man you sent me after is Ianto Jones, Master Archivist from Torchwood Castle! And when the Baroness finds out I messed with one of her own…but that's nothing, nothing to what a full-blown mage can do! Not even Harkness scares me, and I know what he's capable of!" He shrugged out of John's grip. "I'm outta here. You'd be smart to do the same, because whoever comes after me is gonna know I was hired by someone. And if I'm caught I'm not going down alone."

With that, Adam left the house, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. John went with him; he really didn't have a choice. "But what about the contract?" he demanded. He knew damned well that the Baroness wouldn't send someone important out on a mission, unless the mission itself was vital.

Adam huffed. "They're after some Artifacts…a dagger and a gauntlet. The dagger steals souls, and the gauntlet resurrects people. That's what they think, at any rate. So, you can see why they'd want a mage along with them! Now, leave me the fuck alone, Hart. I don't want to see your ugly face around me ever again."

He dodged, losing himself in the crowd. John let him go, knowing there wasn't anything else he would be getting out of the Seer. It did give the mercenary a few things to think about, and while he was sure Adam had been exaggerating about this Jones guy – really…a mage? Please! – John was dead certain that the contract was what he'd said it was. Torchwood Castle had a history of going after magical shit like that, so it only made sense. Someone had once approached him about breaking into the castle and stealing an Artifact, but John had never been stupid. No way was he going to spend any more time in prison than he absolutely needed to.

However, the information Adam had gathered could be useful. John just needed to figure out how…


Ianto's head wasn't itching anymore, which was a good thing. Now he just needed to figure out what was happening to him, and he'd be happy.

He wanted to look at Jack, but couldn't. It wasn't out of embarrassment; although the mercenary could do that to him very well indeed, especially when he got started with the innuendo. No, this was almost fear…fear of what he might see in the man, or perhaps what he might not see.

His hand seemed to move on its own, inching closer to Jack's own, as it rested beside him. Ianto wanted and dreaded to touch him, to see if he could feel what he'd had before, that tingle of magic that was as familiar to him as his own name.

It confused him. The creature of light that had morphed into Captain Jack Harkness was something very much beyond anything he'd ever encountered, in either real life or among the books and scrolls of his Archives. Perhaps he was some sort of angel? That would make sense, in a way. Ianto didn't really believe in angels, but maybe he'd been wrong? Weren't angels supposed to be beings of pure magic? And wasn't that what Jack was?

There was a drive in Ianto to know; it had been with him since he'd been a child, curiosity that wouldn't leave him alone no matter how much he tried to suppress it. In that moment, all he wanted to know was what exactly the being was sitting with him, examining him with those intense blue eyes as if trying to read him like one of Ianto's own books.

He managed to jerk his hand back, where it had crept toward Jack's once more. His fingers weren't tingling anymore, but he wanted them to.

"Well," Jack said – and now Ianto was thinking of him as Jack, and not any other way, which just felt right despite his need for some sort of distance between them – "I'm going to tell you what I saw when I found you, because quite frankly it confused and freaked me out a little."

Ianto's eyes snapped up, to meet Jack's own once more. Something lurked there, something that he couldn't identify. Suddenly, despite the archivist's natural curiosity, he actually didn't want to know.

But he had to. "What did you see?" He'd meant it to sound assured, but instead the words came out hushed.

"I saw magic," the captain answered. "I saw magic in your eyes. It was frightening…and breathtaking."

Ianto shook his head, although he couldn't tell if it was in denial or just plain shock. Magic? How had Jack seen that? And how did Jack even know to recognize it, unless…this just confirmed what the archivist was thinking, that the mercenary was some sort of strange being, made of a magic that was supposed to be mostly dead now. His Gran had once said that magic called to magic, in one of those many stories she'd told him when he'd been young.

That thought brought back the memory he'd seen, under Adam's influence; the memory he didn't remember having. Show me a memory of who you are…

That hated voice came back to him, and he shuddered, he couldn't help it. Ianto really didn't know how he'd broken free of the man, but knew it had to have something to do with magic. Some sort of magic that Ianto hadn't known he had.

And yet, if that single memory was right, his Gran had known.

But why didn't he remember, until it had been dredged up by another person's power?

He could feel Jack's eyes on him, waiting for a response. And in all honesty Ianto didn't know what to tell him. If Jack was indeed some sort of magical entity, then he'd know exactly what Ianto was, and what he could do. He could confess everything, and the mercenary would understand…

But…why would an angel of some sort disguise themselves as a mortal?

That thought was like a bucket of ice water down his back, making him doubt the conclusion he'd come to. Perhaps what he'd seen had been wrong, somehow? Maybe Ianto had been even more affected by the attack than he'd thought, and had just been seeing things?

The whole situation was just too confusing. And the presence of the man currently in the middle of the confusion wasn't helping any.

"I…don't know what you mean, sir."

And he didn't. Not really. Because Jack had somehow seen Ianto's magic in his eyes, and that had never happened before.

The captain managed to look both irritated and amused. "You called me Jack, outside."

"I…apologize. It was inappropriate." Ianto needed his distance back. He needed time to work through the tumbling thoughts crowding his brain.

"No, it wasn't. I gave you permission to back at the castle." He sighed. "You're not going to tell me what happened, are you?"

Ianto opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't. Jack – no, Captain Jack, he needed to get the familiarity out of his head – was gazing at him, and the archivist knew he was seeing a side of the man he'd never seen before, beyond the flirtatious mercenary who rumor had it would bed anything willing. It bothered him that he'd even considered that Jack would be so shallow.

"I can't tell you what I don't know," he confessed tiredly. And he didn't know. He had no idea what had happened, and all he wanted to do was try to figure it out before it drove him mad.

That seemed to surprise Jack, judging from the way his eyebrow went up. "You really don't have any idea?"

"I believe that's what I said…sir."

"You know, sarcasm actually suits you," Jack smirked.

Ianto found himself chuckling. "I don't think anyone's ever told me that before."

"What can I say? You make sarcasm sexy."

"Are you going to continue to harass me?"

"Yes. You have a problem with that?"

The archivist simply quirked an eyebrow. He didn't say that it actually felt good to be back on this sort of footing with Jack. It was normal for them, and it gave back a little of the equilibrium Ianto had lost.

Jack smiled, and it had a type of fondness in it that Ianto hadn't seen before. "Why don't you get some rest? I need to do a few things, but I should be back before dinner." He stood, but not before brushing his hand against Ianto's gently, seeming an almost afterthought.

There was nothing.

Well, that would have been lying. While Ianto didn't feel the familiar tingle of magic, there was a completely different sort of tingle that accompanied that soft touch. Jack's eyes were on his, so Ianto didn't miss the flicker of disappointment in them. Jack had obviously been hoping to see whatever it was that he'd seen before, and it must not have happened.

To be frank, Ianto was disappointed as well.

"I hope you know you can come to me if you need to," the mercenary murmured.

Ianto nodded. He did know, but wasn't quite certain how he did. "When I figure it out, you'll be the first to know."

Chapter Sixteen...


This is like a good book I cant stop to read... Another chapter and I go to bed,...