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Bespelled
By : Chimeradragon
Category: S through Z > Torchwood
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Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. NO PROFIT MADE!
Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I have never owned Torchwood. And likely, never will.
Author's Note: And story time! We get to learn about their pasts.

Chapter 9:

"Tell me about Torchwood," Ianto asked from his place on the horse next to Jack's as they traveled down the road.

"What's to tell?" Jack asked. "Or, really, where should I start?"

"Everything," Ianto replied with a roll of his eyes. He had changed out of his robes and rode in a simple black riding coat, bright purple tunic, and dark pants. The season was warm enough to forgo the usual riding cape.

"Tell me about you, then I'll tell you about me," Jack countered. "I want to know all about you. I've found, not asking ... it can lead to bad things. Sometimes..."

Ianto looked at him strangely for a moment. "What do you mean by that?"

"Let's just say, I had some friends that were close, but should have been closer."

Ianto waited patiently, watching Jack for a few moments before the other man began again.

"They really didn't talk much. So, when one of them was lost and hurting ... and made very bad decisions ... the people closest to him never even suspected something was the matter. He was so kind and cheerful. But he kind of blended into the background where ever he was. And that mistake cost two good people their lives," Jack sighed as he shook his head. "Two people that weren't even involved in the whole situation. Dark magic can't be used to fix dark magic. That's something ... something he couldn't wrap his mind around. And because of it ... he lost the person he loved twice. Nearly broke his mind. Well, it did break his mind. For a while. But someone that cared deeply for him brought him back to the Light and was able to help piece him together."

Ianto watched Jack's face as he told the story and could tell he must have been very close to those involved. "I'm sorry. What were their names?"

"Gareth and Johnathan," Jack replied. He gave a small laugh. "Gareth was human, and Johnathan ... we called him John, he was a dragon in human form... they were Companions. Meant to be together..."

"I sense a but in that story."

"Fate is cruel."

"What do you mean?"

"The Dark Magic tended to follow Gareth, tempting him and trying to bring him to it's side. But John ... John kept him strong. So, it put them in a situation that got them killed. John had to watch Gareth die in his arms. There was nothing he could do for him. But being a dragon ... he woke up. Like I did. Though, likely less violently. John regrets ever waking up after that. He spent a long time looking for a way to die. But he can't. Not until he finds Gareth again. So he roams, and searches the Lost Lands, and Dark Places. And he sleeps for long periods of time. He's a dragon after all. That's what they do when they get older."

"And what will happen when he finds Gareth again?"

"They will bond, live a hopefully long life together, and die of old age," Jack replied. "Dragon's aren't truly Immortal. They can and do die of old age. It just takes a very long time for that to happen. And there are so few that live to adulthood. They don't gain their Immortality until they're adults. And it's fairly easy for a young one to die. By human standards. Their hides aren't strong because they're still growing. Some do stupid things they think can't harm them. Some don't make it out of the egg. Some are hunted down by unknowing savages. And some meet their Companion and give up their wings to live a normal, human life with them," Jack sighed wistfully before turning on Ianto. "Hey! You're supposed to be telling me about you!"

Ianto smiled slightly. "There's not much to tell. But I'll tell you. Even though you haven't told me anything about you. Just a story about two people from a long time ago."

"John's where I got my name from. He ... he saved me from Demon's when I was young. But I was hurt and lost my memory. He saved my mother and I, but couldn't save my younger brother or father. My mother went catatonic so she couldn't help me. John named me Jack and took care of me for a while. That's one of the reasons I went to the Hatchery."

"Why did you introduce yourself as Captain?" Ianto asked.

"Because, I was the Captain of the guard. I might have worked the Hatchery, but I still did my rounds guarding it and the city. It was nice for a while," Jack sighed again, eyes lost and far away. "Now, about you!"

Ianto sighed. "I was born to a Master Tailor. Jones, from in town. Though you've likely never heard of him. Being out of time will do that to you," he gave a small laugh. "He brought me up to know about the fine craft of tailoring, but there was an accident. He and my mother ... died. Enchanter Wong had found me when I was six and brought me to the Academy. I would visit my family, but my father, I could tell he was disappointed that I wasn't a tailor. That I wanted to deal with all the magical nonsense. I was ... I was at the Academy when the fire took their house. No one really knows how it started, only that the shop and the houses around it weren't touched."
"That's awful," Jack replied as he steered his horse closer so he could touch Ianto's arm. "But I guess that makes us both orphans, in a way. More to bond over?"

"Yeah, I guess it does. But you told me why you came to the Hatchery, not about your life!" Ianto playfully punched the half dragon in the arm.

"I know."

Ianto turned and gave him baleful puppy eyes.

Jack cracked and shook his head with a laugh. "Well, I suppose we could use a tale with a lighter tone. Okay, so I told you that John took care of me. But not like a dragon, as a human. I was born in a place called Boeshane. Right next to the ocean. A tiny little place. It was nice there, for a while. I spent a lot of time learning and being with my family. We had heard about the Demons from across the sea, but the stories seemed so distant and removed from us. Then one day we heard a horrible sound. It was ... terrifying. My father told me and my brother to run. I grabbed Grey's hand and we took off. It was sand, so running up the dunes was hard. I spotted a place for us to hide, in the crook of the roots of a tree. Grey pulled his hand away and was right next to me. He must have fallen. As I reached the tree and hopped in the roots ... he was gone. I looked for him, but ..." Jack shook himself. "It went quiet for a while and I ran back for my mother. She was there, and so was my father, but he was dead. Then the sound of the Demons came again as she asked me if Grey was safe. It's one of the only names I know. In her catatonic state she still asks about him. I knew the Demons would get us if we didn't run, but I couldn't get her to move. I looked up to face them and saw a beautiful mighty dragon. Golden body with a dark brown back and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. He let out a mighty roar and flamed the Demons. They ran. Dragons are hard to kill so they weren't about to get involved. He swooped down and changed into a man. Handsome, might I add. And ... he took me and my mother and brought us to Torchwood. She lived in the Hospital. John taught me for many years, made me strong. Taught me about dragons, and swords, and riding horses. And gave me a respect for life that I don't think I would have had if it hadn't been for him. He also told me that dragons used to mate with humans a lot in the past. It's one of the reasons human magic was unlocked. That and the breeding with elves," Jack laughed, and his whole face lit up. "He told me I had a bit of dragon blood and magic in me. I couldn't do anything nearly as impressive as you can. But I heal fast. I can feel what others feel, sometimes whether I want to or not. And creatures that don't speak English like me, because I'm calming. When I was twelve I asked to join the Hatchery. I was the youngest to join. They need more willing young people and made posters to bring them in to learn. Used my image. The Face of Boe they once called me."

Ianto laughed a little at the pose Jack struck on the back of his horse but gestured for him to finish the story.

"So, then I worked hard. Joined the guard. Learned more about dragons, and sword play. And guns, bows, the like... I loved it. Then the vortex opened and killed me and pulled me through. And when I woke up ... all I knew was pain. I wasn't in the right place. I had no idea what was going on. I know wizards came to see what had happened but I couldn't let them near me. It ... it was too much. I knew I had lost everything. So they placed me outside of time, and the pain dimmed. And then you came along. And here we are."

"Your story is much more interesting than mine. All I did was work hard at the Academy. When I was first brought there, they took me to the Vaults where you were kept. I felt you. I had a dream about your eyes the night before. And when I saw you, I knew I had to help you. So I studied hard and achieved ranks faster than any other wizard. And I finally freed you. And here we are," Ianto smiled as he echoed Jack's words back at him.

"And what a fine place it is to be," Jack smiled.

TBC …
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Bespelled	By : Chimeradragon Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 1956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. NO PROFIT MADE!

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