Fandom’s: Torchwood/Merlin/Doctor Who
Pairings/Characters: Arthur/Merlin, Jack/Ianto, Doctor/Morgana, Martha, John/Tosh, Rhys/Gwen, Owen/Gwen, Morgana/Lisa, Andy, Kathy, hints of John/Ianto, some Andy/Ianto/Morgana, some Mary/Tosh, past Suzie/Tosh, past Ianto/Ferya and past Morgana/Gwen/Lancelot
Summary: For so long he has waited for his other half to be reborn, Ianto just never counted on Arthur to be reborn as a cocky, immortal captain.
Spoilers: All of Torchwood S1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these shows
Morgana and Rhys had finally finished up their talk with Alistair and were now heading out to meet up with Andy before they all headed over to Estelle’s.
“Lady Morgana, if I may ask who Andy was in the olden day?” Rhys asked hoping that he could keep his mind on something other than Morgana’s crazy driving. Why he didn’t offer to drive them back he will never know.
Of course Rhys regretted asking the question when Morgana took her eyes off the road to smile at him and give him a quick, “Andy was Will,” before turning her eyes back to the road just in time to miss the parked car she was heading for.
Squeezing his eyes shut Rhys began to silently recite a prayer to every god and goddess he’d ever heard of, his request that he make it through this car ride alive.
Out of the corner of her eye Morgana caught sight of Rhys’ lips moving as he prayed silently and a wicked grin flickered on her face; it always gave her a small thrill at how easy it was to scare everyone with her driving. ‘Really for such legendarily brave warriors they are big babies when it comes to a little reckless driving,’ Morgana thought with a huff as she took another sharp turn that nearly had her smashing into another oncoming car.
Despite the fact that her colleagues were all busy doing their own work Gwen could feel eyes on her. She fought the urge to shiver as ancient magic, far older than her own, filled the air; she could taste it on her tongue.
‘Damn it! What the hell are the Fae doing here? They will ruin everything.’ This was very bad for her and her mistress. Sure, they had their own magic running through their veins but it was no match for the fairies.
How does someone fight creatures that are not only a part of the earth itself but also able to travel back in time? Simple: you don’t!
Mordred knew from this point on that he was going to have to be even more careful, staying active inside of Gwen’s body; the Fae wouldn’t care that Gwen was a somewhat innocent in all of this. If they pissed off the Fae, no magic could save them from their wrath.
‘I will need to speak to Morgause and soon. This could greatly affect our plans; our pet and his servant aren’t quite ready yet.’
“So have you slept with Jack yet?” Estelle’s very unexpected question caused Ianto to choke on the tea he had just taken a sip of.
Coughing to clear his lungs, Ianto couldn’t believe that she would ask such a question. “No, not that it is truly any of your business. But why do you ask?”
Giggling softly and with a faint blush painting her cheeks Estelle gestured to his neck. “I was only asking due to the love bites decorating your neck; it would seem that Jack is already laying his claim on you.” She was thrilled to see that Ianto had found his Arthur again.
Placing down his cup of tea Ianto reached out and covered Estelle’s hands with his own. “Are you okay with Jack and I? I know you have a special bond with Jack, I don’t want to see you hurt.”
Estelle smiled softly at him and shook her head. “Ianto, Jack and I are friends and nothing but friends. Yes, when Jack and I first met there were strong feelings there between us. Jack is a charmer and he whisked me off my feet, I did fall in love with him, but we were never destined to be more than friends. That is why we never took that step that would have moved our friendship to lovers. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was Arthur and that he was waiting for you, even though he didn’t and still doesn’t know it.”
“You are a special lady, Estelle Cole, and I am very lucky to have you in my life.” Ianto pressed a kiss onto Estelle hair.
Estelle poked Ianto in the side and firmly told him much to his amusement, “You would do well to remember that.”
To say Andy was shocked to see Rhys with Morgana was an understatement; to learn who Rhys was floored him. But nothing could have prepared him for the news that Morgana delivered.
“The Knights are awakening?” Sure the knights had been reborn, but only when there was danger to their king did they all awaken, like the last two great wars. And now the fairies were involved. “This cannot be good,” Andy muttered under his breath.
“Of course it’s not! But right now we have more important things to worry about,” Morgana spoke up.
Rhys and Andy shared a look before glancing at Morgana; with Morgana one could never tell what was more important to her. “Dare I ask what’s more important right this minute?” Andy asked wearily.
Morgana looked at him like he just asked the stupidest question ever. “Why, getting Emrys together with my idiot brother. Honestly at the rate they’re going I’m going to have my first grey hair before he makes a move,” she muttered under her breath.
“Aren’t you immortal? Can you even get grey hairs?” Andy asked and immediately regretted it when Morgana’s icy cold glare landed on him.
“It was a figure of speech,” Morgana coolly informed Andy, before turning on her heel and with a flip of her hair stalked away.
“I pity Lancelot; he has his hands full with that one,” Andy muttered under his breath.
Rhys nodded his head, all the more grateful that he had long gotten over his crush on the scary sorceress. “We better catch up to her before she reaches the car. I don’t think I could survive another car ride with her.”
Both men shivered at the idea of getting in a car with Morgana at the wheel. Sharing a look the two men took off after the fleeing sorceress, knowing that they would rather walk then get in the car if she was driving.
‘I should call Ianto,’ that was the thought firmly in Jack’s mind as his hand reached for him phone only to halt in mid-air, ‘no that might seem too desperate and I’m Captain Jack Harkness and I don’t do desperate.’
Jack dropped his hand back onto his desk and stared forlorn at the pile of papers on his desk as he admitted, “I miss Ianto. I want Ianto back here, back at my side where he belongs.”
Jack was finally willing to admit that he was miserable without Ianto around and it was high time that he did something about that. Climbing to his feet Jack snatched his greatcoat off its hook; he had a Welshman to track down.
The three remaining members of Torchwood Three all watched with different degrees of interest as Jack’s office door flew open and their captain came bouncing out of his office a purely predatory look in his eyes and a wolfish grin on his face. “Alright kids, hold down the fort for a while, I’m off Welshman hunting.”
With one last wink to his team Jack disappeared through the Hub doors.
Once he was gone Owen shook his head. “I don’t even want to know,” he muttered under his breath before he turned his attention back to his game.
Tosh was over the moon with joy that Jack was bringing Ianto back; she missed the quiet Welshman who listened to her gush over the latest piece of tech and actually be able to understand what she was saying.
It took all of Gwen’s willpower not to chase after Jack. It was clear that her plan on keeping Jack and Ianto apart was failing miserably. ‘I need something to drive them apart but I can’t do a blasted thing. But…’ her gaze flickered onto the police report of a missing person coming from the Brecon Beacons and a cunning and cruel smirk flittered upon her face. ‘If I remember correctly it’s almost time for the harvest. I think these disappearances might be something Torchwood should look into.’
Hidden with the shadows the Fae watched their Chosen One play, the magic within her calling to them like a beacon. They longed to take her and all of their Chosen Ones home, where they would be safe from all harm.
But the time was coming when all children would for a time call Avalon home. The beating of the drums was growing ever louder.
The Face of Boe felt his life coming to an end as he glazed up at his Aunt with heavy eyes. “My time is truly coming to an end.”
Morgana placed her hand on his glass. “I know.” She fought back the tears that wanted to fall, though she was overjoyed that Boe would soon be with them at Avalon it broke her heart to see him so weak.
Boe forced a weak smile. “I’m glad I won’t be alone.”
“Of course you won’t son.” The America accent of the two voices Boe longed to hear filled the air as Jack and Ianto appeared.
Hands linked together the immortal King and Sorcerer moved towards their son. Coming to stand beside Morgana, Jack and Ianto placed their joined hands on Boe’s jar. “We know that you must meet the Doctor alone but we will be here to take you home to Avalon,” Ianto promised.
“Will you stay until the Doctor, Martha and John arrive?” Boe didn’t want to be alone.
A smile that only those closest to Jack got graced his face. “There’s no other place we’d rather be, son.”
Boe smiled as he felt his parent’s overflowing love fill him and he was glad that soon he’d be home among his love ones.
A very content Moses was purring up a storm as he lay curled up in Morgana’s lap, the dark-haired sorceress stroking his back and cooing at him. A very shaken Andy and Rhys gladly accepted the tea Estelle offered them.
Ianto felt sorry for his friends; in all honestly he truly believed that Morgana is a worse driver than Jack. “Morgana, must you scare everyone with your driving?” Ianto asked his oldest friend.
Morgana lifted one perfect eyebrow as her lips curled into a smirk. “Of course.” Clearly finished with Ianto she returned her attention to Moses.
Estelle giggled softly as Ianto rolled his eyes at Morgana’s answer. “The Fae have returned seeking a Chosen One and I fear Torchwood may get involved which would no doubt end very badly.” Ianto didn’t want his teammates and more importantly Jack to earn the Fae’s wrath.
“Then it may be time for us to reveal ourselves to Jack and your Torchwood friends,” Morgana spoke up looking Ianto straight in the eyes.
“Jack always comes to my lecture, I have another one planned for tomorrow night, and it may be the only time you can talk to him before the Fae come for their child,” Estelle spoke up.
“I can’t tell Jack who he was or who I am but I don’t see how it would hurt to let Jack know about my magic.” Ianto would tell Jack about his magic. He just hoped that Jack wouldn’t see him as a freak.
It hadn’t been easy but Gwen managed to slip away from the Hub and managed to get in contact with Morgause and warn her of the Fae.
“The Fae cannot find me; the sound of drums blocks them from seeing me. You on the other hand they will easily spot and will destroy your host,” Morgause stated as she took a sip of her tea.
“From what I’ve seen of Gwen Cooper, I think I have the perfect solution. Beneath this oh so caring heart is a need to always be right. She won’t listen to orders and I know for a fact that she believes she’s more important than her teammates. She truly believes she’s Jack’s soul mate and will do everything in her power to get with him,” Gwen informed Morgause.
Interested, Morgause placed her teacup down and gave Gwen her undivided attention. “What is your point?”
Gwen’s eyes flashed amber. “I go to sleep deep within Gwen’s soul until the time is right. I think Miss Cooper could do much more damage then I ever could.”
A cunning smirk graced Morgause face. “And the Fae will never be able to sense you if your sleeping. Do it,” she ordered as she signalled over one of her guards.
“Yes, Mrs Saxon?” The guard asked as he approached Lucy Saxon and her guest.
Lucy smiled at the man. “If you wouldn’t mind giving me and my friend some privacy, we have much to catch up on,” she purred. It would take some time to place the spell upon Morderd’s soul to hide it deep enough so the Fae wouldn’t be able to sense him, and to place the command for when he should awaken again.
“Of course Mrs Saxon,” the guard agreed.
Lucy and Gwen waited until they were alone Lucy then turned her gaze onto Gwen. “Let us begin.”
As Boe looked into the ancient eyes of the Doctor he whispered the warning that would set everything in motion. “You are not alone. But it is the wife you need to fear.”
The Doctor felt his hearts break as Boe breathed his last. John wrapped a comforting arm around Martha as he placed a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.
They watched in awe as a mist familiar to the Doctor and John rolled in and they could make out the outline of three forms within it. A golden glow brought their gaze back to Boe and as he began to turn to a golden mist it hit the Doctor and John at once that they were witnessing a child of Avalon returning home.
It wasn’t until the mist faded, taking the four Avalon’s home, did any of the trio move. “Right,” the Doctor clapped his hands together as he shot to his feet. “We need to get to our Earth, there’s a storm rolling in.”