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.
"What the fuck is that?"
The shout roused Jack from the doze he'd fallen into; and the accompanying sound of a sword sliding from a sheath had him on his feet in a heartbeat.
He found himself staring at a shocked Owen Harper, waving his sword in Ianto's general direction. His cry awoke the other team members; Suzie was getting to her feet, holding her sheathed weapon in one hand, the other resting on the hilt in preparation of drawing it; and Toshiko was still kneeling on her bed roll, but had her bow up and an arrow in the process of being fitted to the string. Both women looked as shocked as Owen did, and they were also staring at Ianto as if seeing him for the first time.
It took Jack another second to realize that it wasn't the archivist they were watching: it was the dragon, coiled at the younger man's feet, golden red wings catching the sunlight.
Ianto had put himself between the creature and the teams' weapons, his hand held up in an effort to stop them from doing anything stupid. "She's a dragon," he answered calmly. "And her name is Myfanwy."
Jack was gratified that he'd chosen a name; but count on Ianto to come up with something native to him and Cardiff. "Put the weapons down," he ordered. "She's not going to hurt anyone."
"Bloody hell, Harkness," Owen snapped, not lowering his sword. "You're lucky it didn't eat us in our sleep! What's up with letting that into our camp?"
"She won't eat anyone," Jack answered, going to stand next to Ianto in protecting the dragon. He heard her chirp, and felt her rub against his leg. He glanced down, catching the green eyes looking up at him. "And I didn't let her do anything; she's a creature with a will of her own."
Then he turned his attention back to his people. Toshiko had followed his instruction, her bow down on the ground, her eyes filled with wonder as she got her first good look at the creature crouching behind Ianto and himself. "She's a real dragon?" she whispered.
"Yes, she is," Jack said, smiling. Trust his Tosh to get it before the others. "She's a beauty, isn't she?"
The Elven woman nodded. "Can I touch her?"
Jack was about to tell her that it was up to Ianto and the newly-named Myfanwy, but Owen broke in. "Are you crazy? Don't go near it!"
"I have to agree with Owen on this," Suzie finally spoke. She'd removed her hand from her sword's hilt, but still held the sheathed weapon close. "We don't know what it'll do."
"I know what she'll do," Ianto answered, exasperated. "She won't hurt anyone unless I tell her to. And yes, Tosh…you can touch her."
"What do you mean, "unless you tell her to?" Since when did you become a beast tamer, Coffee Boy?" Owen snarked, reaching out a hand to stop Tosh from moving forward, and missing as the Elf slid past him.
Jack didn't have to see it to know that Ianto had just rolled his eyes. "Since I apparently became a Wizard," he snarked back angrily. "Which was just last night."
"Did you want to actually say that?" Jack asked. Telling the team about a dragon was one thing; but admitting that you're a Wizard was something else entirely. He wasn't so sure it was a good idea, as much as he trusted his people. And then realized just how hypocritical that sounded.
"I usually say exactly what I mean, sir," came the reply.
The captain actually flinched at that. After their words last night, he could see why Ianto might want to step back from him a bit. But Jack had had the best intentions at heart; he really wanted Ianto to travel with them, and not just because the archivist knew about him and accepted him for whom he was.
But it was strange…he'd been wanting to keep his secrets, and now the younger man was opening himself up to the others. Maybe it was just because there was no way to hide a dragon from them, and thought that being honest was the truth…or perhaps it was something that Jack just wasn't privy to.
"A wizard. Right." Owen snorted. "Have any delusions of grandeur lately?"
"According to lore," Toshiko said, "only Wizards can control dragons." Her eyes were on Myfanwy's head, as she peeked out from behind Jack's knees.
"Hells, Tosh! You're not buying into this are you?"
She turned to look over her shoulder at the battle surgeon. "I'm just accepting what my eyes are seeing, Owen. Ianto's got a dragon, which shouldn't be possible…unless he's a Wizard. Seems fairly logical to me."
"What do you plan on doing with it?" Suzie demanded, her expression still uncomfortable.
"She is coming with me," Ianto answered, overemphasizing the creature's gender. "She chose me."
"And just when did that happen?' Owen challenged.
Jack glanced at the archivist; his face was stony, and he was staring the surgeon down. "If you must know…last night. I went to explore the tower. Myfanwy was there. That's all there is."
"I was with Ianto," Jack backed him up. "I saw it happen, and he's right…the dragon did choose him. It was like we were meant to find her."
Jack had had time to think about it last night, after leaving Ianto at camp. He was more convinced than ever that Ianto was a nascent Wizard, and that the dragon had been there waiting. How she'd known about Ianto, Jack didn't know; but it made far too much sense.
"And you two idiots went off last night and didn't tell us?" Now Owen sounded disgusted. "What would've happened if you'd run into trouble?"
"It wasn't the Captain's fault," Ianto defended. "I wanted to check out the tower without anyone with me, hoping I'd be able to discover something and not have to worry about awkward questions. Captain Harkness just happened to see me leave, and followed me."
Jack just managed to hide his flinch at Ianto's second attempt at distancing. He wondered if he could fix it. He also wondered why it needed fixing. All he'd done was ask him to come along, and to break his contract with Torchwood Castle. The captain had never really agreed with the contract system, and hoped it wouldn't be long before it was done away with. The idea of Ianto tying himself to someone who thought of him as a resource was galling. What was more galling was the idea that Ianto apparently felt that the Baroness was right.
There was a soft cooing coming from about knee level; he looked down and saw that Myfanwy had allowed Toshiko to touch her head, and was in fact enjoying a nice scratch around the base of her golden horn. The red-gold scales glittered in the early morning light as the dragon's head bobbed under the Elf's stroking hand. The look on Tosh's face was beautiful to see.
Glancing up, Jack caught Ianto staring down at the pair as well; his eyes softened as he watched Toshiko with the dragon. Then he noticed Jack watching him, and turned away. "Myfanwy is mine," he concluded. "She won't bother you, if you don't bother her."
"Ianto's right," Jack backed him. "Leave him and the dragon alone."
Owen muttered something under his breath; Jack caught the words "Coffee Boy" and "stupid" as the surgeon sheathed his sword and turned back to his bed roll. Suzie seemed interested in Toshiko's interaction with the dragon, then turned away herself when the captain stared at her. He didn't think they'd have any more problems with Myfanwy being around, but Jack figured it wouldn't do any harm to keep an eye out.
He cleared his throat, then asked, "I take it she came back during the night?"
"She did," Ianto answered softly. "She just curled up next to me and went to sleep. I think Owen's reaction startled both of us. I'm surprised she didn't do anything."
"She would've waited for you to say something. Or else Owen proving that he was more of a threat."
"I should have expected this sort of reaction, and had her sleep somewhere else."
"No, not at all. Don't worry about it, Ianto."
The archivist shrugged, and then moved away. That left Jack standing there, feeling somewhat bereft and still acting as a wall between Myfanwy and the rest of the team. Except for Toshiko, of course, who was quite happy making baby sounds to the dragon and rubbing her scales.
"Should I be jealous?" he quipped, in order to hide his feelings of loss at Ianto's leaving.
Tosh tilted her head up, smiling softly. "Not at all, Jack. You know you're the only one for me."
"Ah…if that were only true, my beautiful Toshiko." He was well aware of her unrequited feelings toward Owen, and it made Jack despair of her ever finding someone while she carried that obvious torch. A part of Jack hoped that the surgeon would never notice, because quite honestly he thought the man wasn't good enough for his Elven lady.
"I really don't think it's me you have to worry about." Her head turned in the direction that the archivist had gone, and Jack didn't need any sort of magical power to know just what she was intimating at.
"Leave it rest, all right?" He wanted it to sound like a warning, but it came out as a plea instead.
"I'm not blind, Jack. It's obvious you two have certain feelings for each other."
Myfanwy took that opportunity to scuttle out from behind Jack, stretching out on her back to let Tosh have access to her belly. Her tail wrapped itself loosely about Jack's leg, effectively pinning him in place when all Jack wanted to do was end the conversation and find something else to do. "Ianto's just going through a rough time right now," he answered. "It's not every day you find out you're a member of a long-dead race."
"He's really a Wizard then."
"Pretty certain, yes."
"And there's no one to help him figure out what that means."
Jack opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. It was at that moment that he truly understood that he'd wanted to be the one who helped Ianto become what he was meant to be. That he wanted to be the one the archivist turned to, and to be the one who supported him as he learned about his heritage.
And it made Jack realize just how deeply his feeling ran.
He wanted to curse with the unfairness of it all.
There was no way anything between them could go any deeper than friendship with possible benefits. Jack had lived far too long, and had lost far too much, for that to change. But he also knew that Ianto Jones could change that, if Jack wasn't very careful. Well, he'd known he was in danger before, but this just really cemented that feeling.
"Well," he finally said, once Toshiko's gaze grew too much for him to handle, "it's kinda hard to help when no one knows what being a Wizard really means."
The Elf's dark eyes looked disappointed.