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The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Twenty-Three

The Immortality of the Deathless - Chapter Twenty-Three
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; temporary character death
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 Twenty-Three

One moment, Ianto was walking away from Jack, bitterly disappointed at the lack of answer – although, to him, that lack was as clear as anything the mercenary could have said – and the next, his foot was sinking into unsteady ground and Jack was shouting at him.

Ianto cried out as the earth beneath him disappeared, and he plunged into darkness. Rough hands grabbed him, and the archivist found himself clutched tightly against what had to be Jack's chest. Terror jabbered at his mind even as he felt safe in those arms, but that ended as a sharp impact blasted the air from his lungs and fireworks exploded across his vision.

He had no idea how long he lay there; only that it was pitch black, except for a faint light that seemed to emanate somewhere from beyond where he was sprawled. There was a strange firmness under him, and to his stunned mind it didn't feel like the ground.

With a cry, Ianto rolled away, realizing he was lying on top of Jack.

He couldn't see. He'd lost the light globe in the fall; that was what was shining, where it had hit the ground and bounced away. Ianto scrambled to his feet, retrieving the magical globe and the pack that had been looped over his shoulder, then used the device to have a look at Jack.

He was obviously dead. No one could survive with their neck twisted that way.

Panic rose, as Ianto fell to his knees next to the mercenary. In the logical part of his mind he knew that Jack was Deathless, that this would be temporary, but at the same time seeing this was so very different from knowing. He reached out a shaking hand and touched Jack's cheek; he was already growing cold. The skin was waxy and felt unnatural, and there wasn't the usual tingling that Ianto experienced when he touched the captain's skin.

He wanted to use the magic within himself, to see what the Deep Ways did to return Jack from the dead, but suddenly didn't dare. Ianto didn't want to know. He didn't want to see. Because there was another, smaller voice telling him that Jack was dead, that he couldn't come back, and that Ianto was alone in the dark in a place he didn't know anything about.

It was like a live thing, the blackness that pressed against the circle of light from the globe in his other hand. Ianto wasn't one to be afraid of the dark, but the same atmosphere that had plagued them as they'd approached the tower was worse there, underground. There was a strange, whimpering noise and it took the archivist a moment to realize it had come from him.

Get a grip on yourself! There's nothing here that's going to hurt you!

He kept telling himself that. That it was just some sort of Perception magic, that someone had cast this spell to frighten away unwanted visitors. That he was Master Ianto Jones, Head Archivist and Catalyst, and that he had absolutely nothing to fear.

But kneeling there, beside the dead body of the man he…well, the man he was seriously attracted to made the effects of the magic even worse. Ianto wanted to scramble away, to find the nearest wall and to put his back against it, to give himself that safety that a solid object could give. His heart beat rapidly against his breastbone, and he began to pray to Gods he really didn't have all that much faith in to bring Jack back, because he was afraid of the dark…

And, as he did so, a sudden loud gasp for air snapped his attention down to the man lying beside him. Blue eyes flew open, surprise and not a little fear in their depths as Jack sat up, a hand reaching out to grip Ianto's forearm roughly. And was it his imagination, or were their golden flecks in those eyes?

Ianto squeaked in shock, and would be mortified later that that particular sound had come from him. But in that moment he was just so very glad to know that Jack's Deathlessness had brought him back, and that he wasn't alone anymore.

A horrible cracking and popping noise echoed around them as Jack moved his head; Ianto realized it was the mercenary's vertebrae shifting back into position. He shivered, never wanting to hear it again. "Ianto?" Jack asked hoarsely, his eyes wide as they stared into Ianto's own. His face was pale, but seemed to be regaining its usual color. "Are you okay?"

Ianto had to fight back the hysterical laughter that threatened to overwhelm him. "I should be asking you that question," he answered breathlessly.

"I'm always okay," Jack said, shrugging. He actually seemed a bit embarrassed by that. "You weren't hurt, were you?"

"No, just had the wind knocked out of me. You…make a nice cushion."

Jack barked out a laugh at that, although his eyes were still examining Ianto closely. "Glad you think so. At least I wasn't wearing my armor. That would've been uncomfortable." He released Ianto's arm, then staggered to his feet. "Where the hells are we?"

Ianto stood as well, holding the light globe up and using his magic to make it glow brighter. The light showed them a tall room, rounded like the tower above it, made up of blocks of the same stone. There used to be furniture there, but all of it was in a catastrophic state of disrepair. Surprisingly though, there was very little dust; whatever Preservation magic that still existed had obviously hindered its deposit.

"Some sort of bedroom," Ianto guessed.

"Yeah. We need to find a way out of here; the roof doesn't look too sturdy."

Ianto glanced up; the stones that made up the ceiling were dislodged by roots and what looked like grass stalks. He could see the stars through the hole they'd fallen through. "No wonder it collapsed under us."

"I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did," Jack commented.

"Thank Gods we didn't get hit by one of the falling stones."

"You're not kidding. Come on; let's get out of here."

They moved together, and Ianto was very glad to have Jack with him. He'd been a bit irritated when the captain had followed him from camp; but now, he was thankful for the company. The solid presence of the mercenary helped Ianto fight off the demons dragged up by the magic of the place, and it grounded him.

They made a circuit of the room, searching for a way out. It didn't take them long to find the staircase; it followed the outer wall, curving upward, holes in the stone testifying to the missing balustrade that must have crumbled centuries ago. "I can't see up past the ceiling," Ianto said, aiming the light upward.

"It might be blocked. We'll have to check it out."

Ianto bowed, smirking. "Age before beauty."

"I'm so going to get you for that…"

Jack had just put his foot on the first step, when a rustling sound echoed throughout the chamber.

The two glanced at each other, then back out into the room. Ianto raised the globe once more, letting its light shine into the space beyond them.

Something was moving on the outskirts of the magical glow.

As one, the two men stepped away from the stairs. Whatever it was moved as well, coming into the light, so they could see it more easily.

Ianto gasped. He couldn't help it.

It was a dragon.

The creature was beautiful. Its scales were red, with golden sparks throwing the light back at the two men. Brilliant green eyes regarded them from above a long snout, sharp white teeth bared in a snarl, and a single golden horn grew from the center of its forehead. It stood on well-muscled rear legs, front legs pawing the air. Bat-like wings spread from its back, at full extension…which if Ianto had to guess, he would have said was about eight feet across, from wing-tip to shoulder. The body itself was about half the size of a fully-grown man, but with long neck and sinuous tail that just about tripled its length.

The dragon launched itself at them with a deafening screech. Jack just had enough time to shout, "Split up!" before Ianto was running, keeping the wall at his right side.

He met up with the captain at the opposite side of the room, as the dragon was settling back to the ground. His heart was hammering, with both fear and exhilaration.

Jack put a hand out, pushing Ianto a little behind him and making a shushing noise. "Oh, you beauty," he murmured appreciatively, holding a hand out as if he wanted to reach out and pet those glittering scales.

"I thought dragons were supposed to be extinct," Ianto said, his voice as quiet as Jack's had been.

"They were," Jack confirmed. "They were supposed to have died out when the last of the Wizards did."

"I wonder how this one came to be here."

"Trapped, poor thing." The mercenary took at tentative step forward. "You can't stay here," he addressed the magnificent creature once more. "Come with us, and we'll take you somewhere where you can fly free."

Ianto stepped along with Jack, his eyes on the dragon. It was flapping its wings, and it hissed as they got closer. The magic at the back of his mind was itching, and it only took a single blink for him to be able to see the creature in another light entirely.

The dragon's appearance didn't change much, but Ianto could see the magic surrounding it, like a golden-red aura. The green eyes caught the archivist's own, and it was as if the beast recognized something in the young man. It made a keening sound, hopping forward.

Ianto grabbed Jack's arm, stopping their cautious steps. "Just what is your plan, anyway?"

The captain shrugged out of the grasp, not looking at the younger man. "One strike to the nerve bundle under its front right leg will incapacitate it for a short bit. I'll distract it, while you get close enough – "

"And it will rip you to shreds!"

"No way. Been around dragons before, back when I was mortal – long story," he interrupted himself, glancing at Ianto and doing a double-take; Ianto blinked, bringing his eyes back to normal. "You circle around…let's go."


The captain's looked stunned at Ianto's refusal to follow such a foolhardy plan. "You said you know dragons, it would make more sense for me to be the decoy."

"It's too dangerous."

"But I have a secret weapon." He pulled the pack off his shoulder, digging around inside. His fingers found what they were looking for, drawing the small wooden box out past the other contents. He showed it to Jack. "Chocolate. Preferably dark."

After all…who didn't like chocolate?

Ianto stepped around Jack, leaving the surprised Immortal as he moved toward the anxious dragon. Jack had been right; it was a beauty, all red and gold and magic rolled into one wonderful creature. They had to save it. Ianto wouldn't accept any other outcome.

Out of the corner of his eye, the archivist could see his companion mirroring him as they encircled the dragon. Ianto slid the box open, pulling a hunk of the dark chocolate from the box and holding it out. He whistled to get the dragon's attention; it succeeded, and those green eyes watched Ianto as he crept closer. "Got your favorite," he crooned, even though he had no real idea if that was true. With an underhanded toss, he threw the chunk in front of the dragon, who seemed very interested in it. "It's good for your hormone levels…if you have hormones, that is…"

The dragon's snout nudged the chocolate, then picked it up in its needle-like teeth. It threw it up in the air slightly, catching it and crunching it happily. At least, to Ianto it looked happy. He let out a breath he didn't know he was even holding.

But suddenly, the dragon seemed to sense someone behind it. It whirled to face Jack, who'd nearly managed to sneak up on it.

It screeched, launching itself back into the air. Jack lunged, grabbing its leg as it became completely airborne.

And the dragon was flying, Jack dangling from underneath.

Ianto's heart lurched. Yes, the dragon couldn't fly too far, but the mercenary could be seriously hurt if it decided to drop him, or even attack. He watched as they sailed about the room, as if tried to shake Jack off.

Jack was yelling, and if Ianto had to judge he'd have guessed the captain was having the time of his very long life.

Of course he was. Git.

There was a flurry of movement, and suddenly Jack was falling. Ianto rushed forward, trying to cushion the impact, dropping pack and globe and box in order to grab better.

The breath was driven from his body as the captain hit, throwing them both to the stone floor. "Sorry," Jack gasped, as the archivist fought to get air back into his lungs.

But he saw the dragon; it was plummeting straight toward the pair.

Ianto didn't think, he just acted. He rolled the two of them across the floor, and out of the way of the stunned creature.

He laughed; he couldn't help it. All the adrenaline overcame the oppression of their surroundings, and he looked down at Jack, who was now the one lying on the stone. Jack was laughing too; his face flushed with excitement and his chest heaving.

And it was then that Ianto realized just how close he was to the other man. They were practically breathing the same air. His heart stuttered, then began to beat faster.

Jack must have noticed at the same time. His laughter faded, and he gazed into Ianto's eyes as the archivist lay on top of him. Ianto met that look with one of his own, his own hilarity dying.

He could have gotten up. That would have been the proper thing to do. But Ianto didn't want to do the proper thing.

So he didn't.

Jack's lips were just as firm as he remembered. The mercenary reacted quickly, returning the kiss as enthusiastically as Ianto was at giving it. The archivist pressed closer, opening his mouth even as Jack was doing the same, letting their tongues dance together as hands moved to caress each other through their clothes.

Ianto could taste it once more: the magic, sparkling on Jack's tongue like a pleasurable shock. He moaned, he couldn't help it.

Time seemed to stop as they lay there, exploring each other's mouths. Jack somehow managed to get a hand under Ianto's tunic to stroke the skin on the young man's back, and it was like completing a magical circuit, and the Deep Ways that permeated both of them began to rise in response to their burgeoning arousals.

A sudden noise broke through the haze of their sensations, and they broke the kiss reluctantly. Both men were panting, and Ianto rested his forehead against Jack's. "The dragon is waking up," he whispered.


Neither man seemed willing to move.

"Um…you need to get up first," Jack muttered.

"Yeah. We should go."

Jack's arms were still around him, and weren't letting go.

"Jack…you need to let me go."

"I know." His arms slid away, releasing Ianto from his grasp.

The archivist was very disappointed.

Ianto slowly got to his feet, his knees feeling like rubber and his trousers a bit tighter than normal. He held out a hand to Jack, who took it and allowed himself to be pulled up.

Ianto didn't let the hand go.

"Let's…" Jack cleared his throat.

"Yeah," Ianto agreed.

They stood there, until another snort from the dragon startled them both. Ianto picked up his belongings, and they made their way back to the stairs, beginning to make their way upward.

"You really do surprise me, Ianto Jones."

"I do try…sir."

"Are we going to have to work on the whole 'sir' thing again?" Jack was smiling.

"A little more, I believe...sir."

Jack snorted. "I do expect to return to what we were doing, at some point."

Ianto smirked. "I think that can be arranged." He was a little surprised at his brazenness. It really wasn't like him.

"I intend to hold you to that."

"I always keep my promises."

"So do I."

They grinned at each other.

Chapter Twenty-Four...


How much do i love this chapter?

More than i can ever put into words!
Oh, I had to have this scene in here. In fact, I'd been planning this pretty much all along, to be honest. I just loved it originally, I had to fit it in somewhere.
Oh, that was just AWESOME!!!! :D
Glad you liked it!
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the kiss !!! The dragon!!! The chocolate !!! The kiss!!!!!!
I had to have that scene in here, in fact it was one of the first things I planned when I came up with the idea. Glad it worked!
Hoo yes it worked!!!! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

(sorry I know its look like I yell at the time in the comment but I have no voice since three days so I have to express myself somewhere!!! LOL)
Not a problem! You have to compensate some way when you lose your voice, and you're using my story to do it...I'm pretty ecstatic. :-)
LOL. Dragon Myfanwy. Of course she'd have to show up here. Ready to fly free and terrorize the sheep *grin*
Oh yes...any story with Jack and Ianto just isn't the same without Myfanwy in some form! :)
I read this last night until I couldn't keep my eyes open. This is such an amazing story and I'm loving it! Myfanwy as a dragon is just brilliant. And guh, the kiss!

*goes to read more*
Glad you like it! But sleep is important too.. :)

Can't wait to know what you think of the completed story!
oh god! poor myfanwy turned into a dragon. red and gold, Cardiff dragon of course.
I had to have Myfanwy in there! Catching her was their first "date" after all! :)

Myfanwy! Dragon!Myfanwy! SQUEE! And Ianto not doing the right thing! Lovelovelove this story.
I do think this was my favorite chapter to write!