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Myfanwy 2

Gypsies of the Rift - Chapter Ten

Gypsies of the Rift - Chapter Ten
Author: Milady  Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Owen, Owen/Diane
Warnings: Language, Violence, Suicidal Situations
Spoilers: Up through S1 E10, "Out of Time"
Disclaimer:  I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's note:  This is the Dragon-Verse version of "Out of Time".   As usual, the dating for this was taken from several fan-made timelines and the TARDIS Index File.  The information on the de Havilland Dragon Rapide (yes, that was the actual plane in the show, I didn't make this up!) came from a sudden spurt of Google-Fu and the ever helpful TARDIS Index File. 

A/N2: This is the end of this particular story.  If you're interested in the PDF, it's Here.  Thanks everyone!  And next, since so many of you have asked so nicely, we shall have Toga Smut.  Think of it as the last interlude before things hit the fan... *laughs maniacally*

Summary:  Three victims of the Rift come through from 1953, and it's up to the team to help them fit into the current year.  Jack and Ianto find themselves sympathizing with John Ellis, and they take it upon themselves to help get integrated into his new time.


24 December 2007


“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Ianto said, greeting Johnny and Rhiannon Davies as they got out of the large panel van with the inn’s name on it.

It had been a rough night for himself and Jack.  They’d taken John Ellis back to the dragon’s home, where they’d gotten him cleaned up and tucked into bed.  The man had been in shock, and had been pliable in their capable hands, but that hadn’t stopped the nightmares that had come in the dead of night.  Ianto’s mother would have said that death was fighting for John’s soul; that one who had been so close to death would not be able to escape so easily, especially when it was a fate that he had chosen for himself.  Ianto didn’t know if that was true, but John’s calls had been for his lost family, and the dragon could sympathize with him. 

Only Jack being there had keep Ianto’s own nightmares at bay.

He’d called Rhiannon after getting John settled, and she’s agreed that she and Johnny would be there in the morning.  Ianto thought the sooner John and Alan were taken care of, the easier they’d have in coping with the move.  The dragon had gotten up very early that morning to arrange all the paperwork for Alan’s transfer from the nursing home, and had arranged to meet the Davies’ there.

John stood behind Alan’s wheelchair, his few belongings already packed.   The look on John’s face was almost eager, and Ianto hoped this would be a turnaround for him, and for his son.

“No problem, mate,” Johnny answered, taking Ianto’s offered hand.  “Glad we can help.”

Johnny was a large, bluff man who might not have been the most intelligent person ever born, but he had a good heart.  When Ianto had left the Green Dragon in Rhiannon’s capable hands, he’d known that Johnny would help her run it, as well as aid in the upkeep of the place.   Their family had been a perfect fit, and Ianto didn’t have any regrets at leaving them in charge of what had been his home for centuries.

“The kids loved the Solstice gifts you sent,” Rhiannon said, joining her husband.  “But you didn’t have to send Johnny and me anything.”  She and her family didn’t celebrate Christmas, and while Ianto had started half-heartedly since joining Torchwood – mainly because everyone else around him did – he personally felt that worshipping a holiday that belonged to the religion that was responsible for so many dragon deaths was something he really didn’t want to do.   He would give gifts, which he enjoyed doing, and that was it.  It was easier than explaining why he had certain issues with Christianity.

Ianto waved it off.  “You’re taking care of something special to me.  I wanted to thank you.”  He honestly didn’t think he’d done enough.

“Them’s the ones, then?”  Johnny motioned toward John and Alan. 

The dragon nodded.   He’d explained everything to Rhiannon, and so they knew the entire story.  He was grateful that they’d so easily accepted the story of a Rift in time and space, or else it would have been…interesting, to say the least.  But then, they knew he was a dragon.  It was simpler to believe in certain things once a person knew the truth of Ianto Jones.

“Let’s get ‘em loaded up, then,” Johnny said.  He went around to the side door, pulling it open to reveal a bench seat just behind the driver’s cab.   “Hope they’re ready to learn Welsh…”

Ianto chuckled.  Nearly 90% of the residents of Ddraig Llyn spoke Welsh, and he hoped it would give John something else to concentrate on while figuring out his place in the village.

“I’ll help,” Jack said, coming out of the home’s main entrance.

Rhiannon’s eyes widened, then narrowed, as her husband and Jack began to help John get his son into the back of the van.   She snagged Ianto’s arm, leading him away from the proceedings.  Ianto went with  her, a little surprised by her actions.  “That’s him, then?” she asked, as they moved out of earshot.

Ianto was confused.  “What do you mean?”

Rhiannon rolled her eyes.  “The flowers?  I haven’t forgotten them, you know.”

The flowers.   Ianto recalled then, the flowers that Jack had sent him back after Lisa, when the dragon had gone home to get some perspective on just what he was doing with his life.   “Oh, yes.,” he answered.  “Yes, he is.”

Rhiannon nodded, but there was an absent look in her eyes, and she chewed her lip thoughtfully.  She kept glancing at Jack; the immortal was talking with John, who was looking a bit more excited about the whole thing. 

Then she suddenly snapped back to him.  “You should know, there’ve been signs.”

Ianto was confused once more.  “What do you mean?”  He felt like a broken record, repeating himself.

“Up on Pedair Dreigiau,” she answered.  “The last several days, there’s been a heavy mist around the mountaintop, and last night there was a rumble like a landslide, and fire was seen through the thick clouds.”  Rhiannon looked him straight in the eye.  “You know what that means.”  It wasn’t a question.

Ianto did know.  Pedair Dreigiau was the tallest mountain of the range surrounding Ddraig Llyn, and had always been sacred to the people living there.  His father had once told him that the mountain was one of great and ancient power, and that the Great Dragons would sometimes manifest themselves there.  It was those stories that had inadvertently led to Ianto being worshipped for a time; even though he’d denied being one of the Great Dragons, it hadn’t mattered. 

If there were signs on the mountain…

“The Earth Dragon has been seen here, in Cardiff,” he added.

Rhiannon’s eyes flew open.   She listened as Ianto told her about Jack’s dream, and the reaction from the mating posts.  He explained about Toshiko’s vision, and how the Earth Dragon had marked her, naming her Dragon-Friend. 

When he was done, she looked stunned.  “I want to meet this Toshiko.  Can you arrange it?”

“Sometime after the New Year?” he asked. 

“That’ll be fine.  This mark…you’re sure it’s from the Earth Dragon?”

Ianto nodded.  It occurred to him that he should have sought her advice long before this; Rhiannon was the last of a long line of Druids, and her several times great-grandmother had even apprenticed under the ancient priest who’d officiated at his sister’s mating ceremony.  Rhiannon Jones-Davies knew more about ritual than he did, and she might have been able to answer some of his questions.

Johnny called for her, and she waved absently in his direction.  “I’ll be calling to arrange a trip down.  If the Earth Dragon is appearing using your Rift, then something is going to happen…and, I think, happen soon.  Keep an eye out, okay?  You need me for anything, don’t hesitate to call.  Oh, and give your Toshiko my number, too.  If she was Marked and Named, then she might want to understand exactly what that means.”

“I should have contacted you about this immediately – “

“No reason you should’ve thought of it, really.  I know you explained to her what you know; but maybe she’d like to hear from someone who actually carries a dragon Mark to get the full picture.”

It was Ianto’s turn to be stunned.  “You have a Mark?”

She nodded.  “Only mine’s the Water Dragon’s mark.  Have her phone me, yeah?”

“I will.”

“Good.  And when we get your people settled, I’ll call you as well.  I’m sure there’s some things I know that you don’t.”

Ianto snorted.  “That wouldn’t surprise me.  I was…never into studying the ways of power.”  His father had taught him much, but he hadn’t been a priest, and Ianto was certain there were mysteries that the elder dragon hadn’t been privy to.

Rhiannon rolled her eyes.  “Bloody obvious that…or else you’d have noticed the aura around your man, there.”  She winked then, and walked back toward the van.

Leaving an extremely confused dragon behind.


“You’re awfully quiet.”

Jack’s voice broke Ianto out of his reverie.  He’d been thinking about what Rhiannon had said, and what it might portend.  So much was happening…and Ianto didn’t understand it.  Things felt as if they were suddenly spinning out of control, and he didn’t know what to do to fix it.

“Sorry,” he said, glancing over at his lover in the drivers’ seat.  One of Jack’s hands was resting lightly on the wheel, and while he wasn’t looking at Ianto directly the dragon could tell that Jack’s attention was mostly on him, and not the road.  “Keep your mind on driving,” he ordered playfully.

Jack snorted.  “Please. Driving is simple compared to flying a Chula warship.”

“Yes, but there’s less likelihood of hitting another vehicle in the depths of space.”

“I dunno, the hyperspace lanes can be pretty congested in some places.  I remember trying to merge onto the roundabout over Petraxus Major – “

“Jack,” the dragon growled, “pay attention to the road.  I’m tired of asking Detective Swanson to ‘fix’ your tickets for you.  There’s only so many dinners she’ll accept as bribes.”

 “One of these days I’m going to follow you two to one of these dinners.  I need to know if I should be jealous.”

“Idiot,” Ianto insulted him affectionately.  “About as much as I need to be jealous  when you go Weevil hunting with Gwen.”

“Which is none.”


“Kathy Swanson is kinda hot, though…”



“Shut up and drive.”

Jack gave him a pout that would have done a four-year-old proud. 

But he did shut up and drive.


Toshiko and Deborah were the only ones in the Hub when they arrived.

“Did you get John and Alan off, then?” she asked, not looking up from her terminals. 

“I think that’s a pretty personal question, Toshiko,” Jack laughed.

Ianto didn’t need to see her eyes to know that she’d just rolled them.  “How do you put up with him, Ianto?”

“Gods and Goddesses only know, Tosh,” the dragon answered, smirking.

“Wait,” Deborah said, looking between the two of them.  “You mean you – “  She waggled her fingers back and forth, managing to convey what she meant in just that gesture.

Ianto stifled his sigh.  Well, they’d expected it, but since Diane had accepted so readily…“Is that a problem?”

Deborah giggled.  “No, but it’s always the good-looking guys, isn’t it?”

“Say it, sister,” Toshiko mumbled just loud enough for them to all hear it.

The young woman looked confused.  “I thought I just did.”

Jack laughed.  “It’s an expression, Emma…sorry, Deborah,” he backpedaled at her look.  “It means Toshiko agrees with you.”

“Oh, okay.  I have to say, some of the slang in this time is really strange.”

Ianto smiled at her.  “You’ll get used to it.”

“I’m sure I will.  Ianto…can you help me with my Uni forms today?  I’m hoping to be able to start taking a couple of classes after the holidays, if that’s possible.”

“Of course.”  The dragon was glad to do so.  They’d managed to get her accepted at Cardiff University – Toshiko using some of her computer magic – and Ianto knew she was excited to start.  “I’ve also arranged for you to stay at the safe house for as long as you want.  I know the girls at the hostel won’t be there much longer…”

Deborah nodded.  ‘But they gave me their mobile numbers, and I figured out how to add them to my contacts.  I’m going to love this time, I just know it.”

“I don’t have any doubt that this time will love you, as well,” Ianto answered.   He ushered her over to his desk, as Jack asked where Owen and Gwen were.

“I haven’t heard from Owen,” Toshiko answered.  “I tried to reach him but his mobile goes to voice mail.  I tracked the signal to his flat, though, so I do know where he is.”  She sounded worried, and Ianto couldn’t blame her.  “Gwen called, and said she’d be in about half an hour late.  Something about Rhys and an early Christmas gift.  I wasn’t about to ask for details.”

Ianto pulled up the files he’d need to help Deborah with, in order to sort out classes for her.  He wondered vaguely if Gwen had tried to see Owen last night, and what had happened.  Knowing the mood Owen had been in, she’d have been lucky if she’d only had the door slammed in her face.

Even as he helped Deborah, his thoughts turned to what Rhiannon had said.  In all his time at Ddraig Llyn, he’d only seen any sort of sign on Pedair Dreigiau once, and he’d been a very young dragon indeed.  He still had no notion of what had caused it that time. 

“Ianto?”  Deborah asked.  “You okay?”

He turned to smile at her.  “I’m fine.  Let’s get these done, and then we can get you set up in your new place.”

Suddenly he found himself being hugged.  Ianto huffed a laugh in surprise, returning the young woman’s embrace.  “What’s this for?” he asked.

“For doing all this for me,” she answered, hugging him tighter.  “I don’t think I would’ve been able to deal with this as well without you and Toshiko.”

“I’m very glad to help,” he said sincerely. 

“Oi!”  Jack’s voice echoed throughout the Hub.  “Hands off the boyfriend, missy!”  He was trying to sound stern, but was failing miserably.

Deborah laughed, letting Ianto go.  Her eyes were shiny with tears, but she called back to Jack teasingly,   “I can’t help it,” she teased.  “He’s just too cute not to hug!”

“I am not cute!” Ianto exclaimed.

“Yes, you are,” Toshiko called back.  “And you have the nicest arse in the Hub!”

Jack’s laughter melded with Deborah’s.  Ianto shook his head, knowing he wasn’t going to win against the three of them.  “Insane, the lot of you,” he accused, chuckling

He turned back to his work, fingers tapping against the keys as he filled in the forms Deborah would need.   Ianto would get her set up, and Deborah Morrison would be able to begin her new life.  He’d arrange to keep his eye on her for a while, but he doubted she’d need his help.  She’d be just fine.

Ianto thoughts went to Diane, gone to live her own life in another country, leaving behind a brokenhearted Owen.  Then to John and his son, being supported by the descendents of the people who’d once supported him. 

Things might not have come out as perfectly as they could have.   And there were things that still needed to be dealt with. 

But Ianto had faith that they’d work things out as best as could be.

After all, that was what Torchwood did.




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OMG what is going on. She can see an aura! Can't wait to see where you take this.

Wondeful ending to this section.

Toga Smut wow! Now I am intrquied. sorry spelling but you know what i mean

Edited at 2011-08-05 01:05 am (UTC)
Lots of things are going on! We'll find out...eventually. *grins*

Yep, Toga Smut. Gotta give the boys some fun, after all!

Thanks, hon. :)
Fantastic, hon! :) What's next? Weevil fight club, isn't it?
Thank you!

Yes, Combat's next, but I'm not going to be rewriting that one, since there really isn't anything changed in it. But there will be a Coda, so keep an eye out for that... :)

Ianto really did have the nicest ass.

Wonderful new chapter, as always.
Oh, he does!

Thank you! :)
Oh how I love this!!
Thanks! I'm so glad you like it. :)
That maniacal laughter in the author's notes is freaking me out a bit...just so you know.

Oooh, I loved this so much! I don't know how I missed chapter 9 but I just read both of them in a row. So glad that they managed to save John AND that Ianto called him on what a selfish bastard he was being. I always thought that Jack could've fought harder to save him instead of envying him being able to commit suicide. Don't get me wrong, I love a jealous Jack as long as it's jealousy over Ianto... *grins*
You should be worried. Really. *laughs a bit more for effect*

Yes, I thought so too, if Jack hadn't been so messed up. But in this he isn't, because he has someone who can support him. A little love makes a big difference. :)

Oh, I do love a jealous Jack, too!
NOOOO!!!!! Want to know more...what's up with the aura and other dragony things....

Blasted foreshadowing ;)

We'll see, I promise. Oh, I do love my foreshadowing. *grins wickedly*

Thanks, hon!
I really like that Deborah stays close this time, I think as young as she is a support network would be essential. You have got me really curious! What does Rihannon know? I am quite looking forward to Rihannon and Toshiko meeting, Ianto's two favourite girls getting together to gossip about him. ;) What kind of aura does Jack have - bright blue and vibrant would be my guess. Loved this chapter it has a nice sense of closure with both John and Alan but Deborah too. I have said this bofore but I think that Tosh is much better mentor material than Gwen is. :)
I do like having Deborah around, and don't be surprised if she doesn't show up again at some point.

As for what Rhiannon knows...well, she's not telling at the moment, but we'll find out eventually. She and Toshiko will get along like a house on fire, don't you think?

Jack's aura...well, I can't really say. Spoilers, don'tcha know. *grins*

Really glad you liked it. :)
Now this is how that chapter should have ended. I feel for Owen, but at least in this AU, Dianne didn't fly back into the rift, and John didn't die.

Now, what does Rhiannon know that Ianto doesn't...?
Thank you! I do feel for him too, but it just didn't make sense that Diane would even risk the Rift, even if she didn't have any other place to go. Now, she's off living her life.

Oh, I should say Rhiannon knows quite a lot... *laughs*
Great end to another excellent instalment of this 'verse. I really love this 'verse so much !

“And you have the nicest arse in the Hub!” - No disagreement from me on that, - mind you, the rest of him is pretty nice as well !

Worried about the maniacal laugh, but looking forward to Toga Smut !

Thank you! I'm really glad you like it that much.

Oh, Ianto is yummy all the way around, I do agree. *grins*

You should really worry about the laugh...Really. *winks*
I love this :D You do like to portend, don't you? Can't wait for more
Oh, I do! It means more surprises for everyone else! *grins*

Thanks, glad you're liking it. :)
Can't wait for the next story! I adore this series and get all excited when that little email tells me you've updated! (extreme sad git alert!!)
Next part should be up tomorrow. Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying it! And don't think you're a sad git...more like an enthusiastic reader. :)
I am ITCHING to find out what Rhiannon knows. LOL. AWESOME!
Rhiannon knows quite a lot, actually. *laughs*

Thanks, glad you're enjoying it! :)
I am glad John is going to be alright.. Oh and lots of things happening..Jack's aura, the mountain..Rhiannon has a mark as well..who carry the other ones? Are there 4?
Oh, lots happening! And more to come! As for any other ones...that will come later, I can't really say. *winks*

There could be four...or maybe not. We'll see. :)
Toga!Toga! Toga! Ahem. Scuze me, little flash of John Belushi there.

Yes, I like your version of this better. Having Deborah in Cardiff makes sense. Letting John care for his son in a quiet place where John can fit in and live a purposeful life is such good sense, I don't know why RTD didn't work that in....but Diane's character was always going to fly away no matter what. As much as she might care for Owen, nothing would keep Diane from the sky.Poor Owen.

And Jack is a dragon, isn't he? Just doesn't know it yet. All those portenty things; auras, Marks, fogs and flames on mountaintops, dreams of dragons....they all point to Jack "evolving" into a dragon. And everyone will figure it out before Jack and Ianto do.
You're flashing John Belushi? That's...hee!

Thank you! I always wondered why no one thought that John would have purpose looking after his son. But then, suicide is a very selfish act, I guess. And yes, Diane was always going to leave. She's too much of a free spirit.

As for all those portents...we'll see. I shall say no more. *laughs*
The conversation between Rhiannon and Ianto was wonderful. Dragon signals? Jack has an aura? I am intrigued and excited.

And Ianto really does have the nicest arse in the hub. He should get a trophy.
Thanks! We have lots of portents. *grins*

Oh, he does! It's absolutely gorgeous!
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