Title: The Newby - The Next Generation
A Christmas Tale - Retold
Word Count: 8937
OC's: Owen, Rhys, Andy, Rose, The Doctor
Rating: R for violence, character death, torture and sexual content
No copyright infringement intended.
Part Five & Epilogue
When Jack awoke, he had prepared himself to be hanging from chains. He was therefore surprised to be cocooned in the softest of duvets and mattresses. He was in heaven and he loved every minute and certainly did not want it to end.
The smell of coffee tantalised his nostrils. He was fighting the urge to leap out of bed and grab a mug of what was obviously going to be nectar from the Gods; but the comfort and warmth wrapped around him was just overwhelming.
“Are you planning on lying there all day or are you going to get up and help us catch some spooky doos?” a familiar voice said.
Jack suddenly sat up. He wasn’t sure what had shocked him the most; the fact that somebody was in his room watching him or that that person was obviously someone he knew!
He certainly wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. He didn’t know why he was so shocked; after all he had already seen two sights just as ridiculous as this one. Maybe it was the person standing in the dress, the bonnet, the bustle and bows; not to mention the huge shoes.
It was possibly because he had never in a million years expected to see a very tall man who was after all well over 6’3” in three inch heels and baggy stockings. And frankly, bright orange was not a colour he would have thought to have seen him wear. Jack was mesmerised again; something he had got used to being!
There he stood, yet another Pantomime Dame with an orange and white striped skirt; the upper part of the dress was in a solid orange bodice and sleeves but with striped cuffs and buttoned ‘shirt’ section that was edged in a white frill.
Over the skirt there was a white apron that was also frilled. However, possibly the most hilarious thing what was on his head – a bonnet that was white with huge orange spots on it with an equally huge striped bow on the front; all covering a black ringletted wig, so different from the usual blond mop! The attention to detail that had gone into this costume was amazing, Jack reasoned with himself.
“Hello, Earth to the Captain!” the voice said.
“Err, what?” Jack stuttered having been shaken from his curious thoughts. He had been thinking of all his own personal Pantomime Dames and for some unknown, inexplicable, unthinkable reason his mind had gone to the old adage of Marry, Shag or Push off a Cliff! Where had that come from? It was whilst Jack was still debating this dilemma his thoughts were interrupted.
“Oi, Captain Spooky Doo! You do not get to push me off a cliff thank you very much! I’m a keeper!”
Jack blushed at the thought!
“Errrm, how did... I mean...” Jack stuttered again.
“How did I know what you were thinking? Seriously?”
“Right! Well Andy, you look... you look...”
“Well it’s hard for me to put it into words,” Jack cautiously said.
“Well, I agree you are definitely a keeper!”
“As in a goalie!” Owen muttered.
“Oh really Harkness, so what does that make us?” Rhys suddenly said as he appeared from behind Owen.
“Yeah, which of us is going over the bleedin’ cliff?” Owen asked.
“Errrmmm,” Jack was stuttering again. He realised that whatever he said he was screwed and definitely not in a good way!
“Ladies, if you wouldn’t mind, the Captain has lots to do today, as do we all,” Ianto pushed through them with a tray of coffee and Jack’s favourite pastries.
There was a communal huffing as the Dames made their exit.
“Thank you!” Jack said as he looked at his husband’s gorgeous face.
“You’re welcome. Besides I can’t have you kissing anyone but me!”
“Never would, never could! By the way, where am I?”
“Here with me on the bed?”
“No, I mean, the me from this timeline.”
“Oh, right, you are on Mika4 with River and the kids, just until things clear up here and I can join you ready for the birth.”
“Do we have a few minutes? For us I mean?”
“I think that can be arranged... Sir,” Ianto drawled, knowing exactly what this did to Jack.
Jack leant in and softly kissed Ianto.
“How about you have your coffee and pastries whilst I get us a shower ready... for both of us?” Ianto suggested.
Within seconds Jack had shoved the pastries in his mouth and had washed them down with the coffee.
Ianto just rolled his eyes at the lack of decorum Jack had when eating.
“What?” Jack innocently asked.
“Never mind! Let’s get into the shower!” Ianto grabbed Jack’s hand and yanked him through the shower-room door.
Twenty minutes later they both emerged thoroughly washed, relaxed and sated. They were ready for whatever the day was going to throw at them.
As they entered the kitchen, still hand in hand, they could hear an argument brewing.
“You’d be the one going over the bleedin’ cliff mate!”
“Oh really?” Rhys said accentuating his Welsh accent. “Well, listen up Twypsen; you’d definitely be just his shag because I’m definitely the one he’d marry!”
“What about me?” Andy asked.
“Shut up!” the two jointly replied.
“Excuse me Ladies,” Ianto interrupted. “But if you hadn’t noticed, he’s taken!” Ianto held up their conjoined hands. And by the way, just for the record, in case you had all forgotten, because I get dressing up can do that to you...Owen you are dead and are happy with Tosh. Rhys you are dead and are happy with Gwen and Andy, you are dead... and who are you happy with?”
“Jake, don’t you remember?”
“Yes of course I do. I mean we all went to your Civil Partnership. Sorry. So you are still together? I mean... in the afterlife and all that?”
“Yes, he is still the love of my life!”
“Well there you are then – ALL OF YOU! I suggest you go freshen up or whatever it is you do because we need to leave here in 10 minutes. I have a rendezvous to keep with a certain despot!”
“Ooooh,” Andy said, “I feel a little Pantomime song coming on...”
“Really? NOW?” Ianto balked.
Andy ignored him and continued, making sure he did all the actions...
“I’m a little despot,
Short and stout,
Here’s my winkle,
Here’s my pout!”
“Where is he?” shouted Rhys.
“He’s behind you!” the rest shouted as loud as they could.
The Doctor appeared in the doorway.
They all laughed out loud at the Doctor’s timing.
“What?” he said. “Did I miss something?”
“Just us having a bit of silliness! Nothing major,” Rhys said.
“Right, so are we ready?” the Doctor asked again.
“You know what you need to do?”
“Yes I do. I hope the plan will work.”
“Well if it doesn’t we will have to improvise.”
Ianto was seemingly busily looking over a list of things to do, as he walked across the Plas. He was making notes, not unaware he was being watched. He prepared himself for the inevitable.
Before leaving the Hub, Ianto and the Doctor had discussed ways of communication realising that any form of electronic form would be immediately picked up by the Master’s scanners. Although mindful of the Masters skills, they had agreed on a somewhat unusual Earthling way to communicate – telepathy.
Ianto had a somewhat low level skill from being at Torchwood One, even though he and Jack had a direct link. That was different; it was completely unique to them and their bonding ceremony.
The problem was that this link only worked between Ianto and his Jack and not with the one in his present timeline. There were nudges of the link but nothing like their usual abilities.
The Doctor had therefore taken the step of completely honing into Ianto’s mind which not only was intrusive but also providing intimate knowledge which would normally only be shared with a loved one.
However, there was complete trust between the two men and they knew that this would be their only chance to capture the Master and rid themselves of their ongoing predicament, thus ensuring that Jack’s sanity would return to normal levels and their children would be safe.
The Doctor had also taken the step of honing in the ‘other’ Jack because it was going to take the three of them to take the Master down. This was a risk because even though Ianto’s Jack was far away on Mika4, their bonding was so strong there was every possibility he would be able to pick up on what Ianto was going through and that could put untold stress on him and the unborn babies.
He also knew the Master would stop at nothing to destroy Jack and Ianto. Whilst he was strong enough to fight against Mindbending, which he had explained to his curious companions as Time Lord Wrestling... [a term that raised Ianto’s eyebrow and earned Jack a cuff around the ear!]... where there is a telepathic battle between two ‘contestants; he wanted to steer as far away from that as possible because he knew it also involved the stronger mind trying to regress the other, taking them back as far as they could. The consequences would be devastating for Mika4 Jack in his present state of vulnerability.
The Doctor had contacted River and warned her of the possibility. She had come up with a few ideas that might help the Jack with her.
As Ianto walked down the steps to where the water taxis waited, he was suddenly surrounded by a group of young school girls eagerly looking for their tour bus.
The Master stepped out in front of Ianto.
“If you don’t want a bloodbath I suggest you join me,” he said as he nodded towards the girls.
“What do you want?” Ianto asked.
“You! I want you! With you I can finally break the Captain.”
“Why? Why is it so important for you to do that? What has he done to deserve that?”
“He is a freak! He...”
“He is NOT a freak!” Ianto shouted. “My husband is the most wonderfully caring, generous, not to mention most gorgeous man in the Universe. He is the bravest man I know.”
“Yeah, it is... and whatever you do to him, he will always be a hero to me, our children and everyone who knows and loves him. So take me, bring it on! But at the end of the day you still lose, because you will never be one ounce as good a person as he is!”
“Oh spare me your claptrap! It is quite nauseating! Like star crossed lovers!”
“We are soul mates forever; not something you will ever know!”
“I am loved! I have people who love me!” the Master shouted.
“No you don’t!” Ianto sneered. “Not even your own Mother could stand the sight of you; so disappointed she was with how you turned out! And everyone else around you just fears you. It is not love, just fear for their own lives. And as for your wife...”
“Lucy? She loves me! She adores me!”
“No, she does not. Unfortunately, she is so lost in her own world of revenge and hate; she gets off on everything you do. The poor woman is psychologically deranged. No wonder you found each other. You are both as sick mentally as the other! But don’t kid yourself, it is not love; not remotely.
And for that I feel sorry for you, because everyone should experience the complete fulfilment that Jack and I feel for each other; having that total love and trust is amazing.
It brings us such joy and contentment that every morning when we wake up in each other’s arms, we can’t wait for the day to begin.”
Ianto was carefully manoeuvring himself on the walkway, gently walking towards the Master and the soldiers who were waiting with him.
He made sure that the Master was completely focussed on him and not what was being stage managed around them. Not on the ‘tour guide’ who was quickly and quietly leading the school children to safety aboard their own private water taxi that had arrived to take them on an unscheduled mystery tour of the Bay.
... Not on the road sweepers who had arrived on the Plas with their somewhat sophisticated carts and who had systematically cleared the Plas of any member of the public. The so-called business people now walking with their coffees and newspapers in hand were Torchwood personnel on full alert. Each one had positioned themselves ready to take out their target; the Master’s soldiers would not stand a chance.
“Oh yahdy yahdy ya! You are so smug! The pleasure I am going to get knocking it out of you, reducing you to the pathetic being you really are! That is the day I can’t wait for!” The Master was jumping up and down on the balls of his feet.
“You think that by taking me away from Jack will break him? You don’t know him then! Yes he will grieve, but it will make him stronger to fight another day to rid the world of maniacs like you!”
“That is where you are wrong Mr. Jones, because I already have your Jack in chains. I enjoy him every day in so many ways; possibly even a few you haven’t even tried!” The Master sneered at Ianto willing him to rebel, but Ianto was not rising to the bait. He had the soothing voice of his husband in his head helping him keep his cool.
“Not long now babe, we are almost there. You need to try and push him towards the walkway in front of the carousel; do you think you can do that?”
“Jack, of course I can. Just slowly slowly catchy monkey!”
“You and your Agatha Christie lines! That is so sexy!”
“You think Agatha Christie is sexy?”
“No I think my gorgeous Welshman and his never-ending list of quotes is very sexy!”
“Can’t you two stop for just one minute? Seriously?” The Doctor interjected.
“Sorry but you know what he does to me!”
“Come on focus! We are nearly there! Ianto, just a bit more, edge towards your left slightly. The Tardis is right behind him.”
“You seem quiet Mr. Jones. What nothing to say? Just mulling over what I have done to your Captain eh? To that firm body? Those firm and perfectly formed cheeks; many a time have I sunk my face into that perfect ass and just couldn’t help myself. I mean they are just crying out to have teeth sunk into them!”
Ianto shuddered at the thought of Jack being put through such pain.
“Babe, just think of you and me; think of your face there, giving those gorgeous gentle kisses and loving nips before your tongue seeks out its treasure. Don’t focus on his lies and venom, just focus on us.”
“Well the problem with that is that you have to get Jack chained up in order to do that to him. You can’t get him to do it willingly. You have to rape and abuse him to get attention. But that is you all over isn’t it; you cause hurt and fear in order to get what you want because there is nobody out there that wants you enough to come willingly.
You know you could never be worthy of Jack. He would never want someone like you because you are everything he is not. You are evil personified whereas he, in his dashing coat, is the iconic hero and let’s face it, you wouldn’t stand a chance. You are the permanent wallflower in the world. That speaks volumes!”
“He will want me! Once he no longer has you, he will see that I am the only one he should be with! Then he will be mine!”
“Is this what this is all about? You want Jack? Why? I thought you said he was a freak! You don’t make sense.”
“He is a freak, but I want him under my control. He is a magnificent specimen and I enjoy him and one day he will see that being with me is the way to go.”
“But what about the Doctor?”
With the mention of that name, the Master stopped in his tracks; his face creasing with anger.
“What about him? Why would you even mention him?”
“I thought you loved the Doctor? You were boys together, grew up together on Gallifrey. I would have thought he would be the one you would want to spend your life with.”
“Why would you think that? How can you even speak of him?”
“Why not? You loved him... love him. Why can’t you admit it?”
“I don’t! I hate him! He is a monster! He is not who you think he is. I could tell you a thing or two about your beloved Doctor! You put him up there on a pedestal; you all worship him like he is some God but he isn’t! All this crap about being non-violent! The man is a hypocrite!”
“He is a man who has evolved over the centuries who was born as one being but has become the man he is today. Deep down he is a good man; maybe somewhat misguided at times, but he is good. If you were honest with yourself you would recognise that in him.
I know you two stood together, fought together in your youth and you both had to resort to the most desperate and deplorable measures to fight against the Daleks. That fight was so bad that he had to break his own code of non-violence to stop the return of the Time Lords. He broke that code for a valid reason. He had no choice and he has tried to make up for it ever since.”
The Master stood for a moment looking at Ianto, trying to work out how he knew these facts.
His face suddenly changed expression as one fact hit him like an express train. Why could he not read Ianto’s mind? He was telepathic; all Gallifreyans were telepathic. He reached out with his mind to sense reactions. There was nothing except one far away. He honed in on this, casting his mind over the astral plane of the Fourth Dimension crossing the galactic distance. He found Jack for an instant; but immediately the contact was switched off.
“You think you are all so clever don’t you?”
“I am not sure what you mean.”
“You are being protected. You are here. Jack is not here; he is a long way away, probably on Mika4. So the Doctor is here to protect you. Don’t you understand Mr. Jones there is nothing that can protect you now. NOTHING! I am invincible! I’m...”
Suddenly on cue, the Master was yanked into the TARDIS at the same time as each of the soldiers protecting the Master was deactivated.
The Doctor quickly injected the Master with a strong sedative. As he fell to the ground, Jack and the Doctor picked him up and took him to the room that had been set aside for his arrival. It was completely stark of furniture except for a small bed that was welded to the floor. The mattress contained a substance similar to Down but was organically made and covered with a fabric that could not be torn or damaged and was fire proof. It was a fabric from the 25th century made with prisoners in mind. Centuries of escalating riots had necessitated its invention. They laid him on the mattress, took off his jacket and shoes and anything he could use to self-harm. They then made a hasty retreat. The Doctor programmed the room into lockdown. Nobody could get in or out. The room was at the perfect temperature so he would not need any coverings.
Meanwhile Ianto had made tea for the Doctor and a special blend of coffee for Jack and himself. He joined them in the main area of the TARDIS.
“How is he?” Ianto asked.
“Out cold, for the moment,” Jack said.
“We have about an hour at the most. We will have to work quickly to facilitate the procedures,” the Doctor added.
“Not a problem,” said a voice from behind them.
As they turned to see their visitor, Ianto could not help but smile. Their three new little helpers stood before them, all still dressed immaculately in their Pantomime attire.
“Thank you Owen,” said the Doctor.
“What do you need us to do?” asked Rhys.
“Well...” the Doctor started.
As the Master awoke, he realised he felt better than he had in a long time. However the feeling did not last long as he opened his eyes to a vision of...? He closed his eyes quickly. He opened them again; the vision was still there. He spent the next five minutes opening and closing his eyes trying to erase what stood before him.
“We can stand here all bleedin’ day if yer want! We ain’t going nowhere, so stop all this fucking nonsense OK?”
“Who are you? What do you want?” the Master asked.
“Who are we? That’s easy! Your worst bleedin’ nightmare!”
“What do we want? You!”
“Me? What are you going to do with me?”
“Oh mate! You have no idea! This is payback! You have hurt our friend and his family and nobody, but nobody does that and gets away with it. You are SO fucked, you have no idea!”
“You can’t hurt me! Do you know who you are dealing with?”
“You come near me you ... you freaks and I will kill you, one by one!”
“Bit late there mate!”
“Oh yeah, definitely one step ahead of you there!”
“What do you mean?” The Master didn’t understand.
“You can’t kill someone if they are already dead!”
“Oh! So you are ghosts! That’s crap, I don’t believe in ghosts!”
“Guess what? Within the hour we will have changed your mind!”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Do you remember what you put Jack through? It is about time you experienced everything you did to him!”
“You can’t kill me! I can’t die! Don’t you know anything about Time Lords?”
“That’s the point; we know everything about Time Lords. We know that you can regenerate 13 times and you are on regeneration number 4.”
“So that gives us 9 gifts of the pleasure of making you feel exactly what Jack felt and then you can feel it all over again!” Andy was enjoying this. He knew he shouldn’t because it went against the grain of his and Jake’s feeling towards humanity. But this one was a piece of work and in his book after everything he had put Ianto and Jack through, well all bets were off!
The Master sat huddled on his bed, wide eyed and shaking. For the first time in a very long time, he was frightened. He suddenly lunged forward trying to grab Owen by the throat. Owen merely disappeared and manifested in another part of the room.
“Jesus H, are you that stupid? Did you not hear anything we said? What a fucking moron!” Owen spat. As the Master lay sprawled on the floor, Owen took the advantage of kicking him in the mouth, blood and teeth spurting everywhere.
They then chained him to the manacles that had appeared on the wall. The TARDIS had thought of everything. Although Time Lords normally came under her protection, this was one who would be the exception to the rule.
Ianto closed the door to their break room; the screams were filling the ship. He walked over to the computerised panel on the wall and programmed the ship to silent mode. The Doctor sat with his hands in his head.
“Look I know this goes against every fibre of your being, but you do understand don’t you?”
The Doctor looked at him.
“Why we have to do this?”
The Doctor nodded; the shame of what was happening weighing heavily upon him.
Jack placed his hand on the Doctors shoulder. “You must not blame yourself for this. You cannot take on his psychosis and that is what it is.”
“In which case you are saying the man is ill, so how can you condone torturing a man who is obviously mentally ill?”
“Because it goes beyond that. He is just not ill or mentally ill, if that is how you want to dress it up. He is pure evil and we have to take him to the very limit, to the last possible moment whereby he can redeem himself.”
“How does one define evil? What is it that takes a person over the edge from being mentally deranged to being evil? Is there such a process or do societies choose titles to wrap things up to explain away what they are doing? Are we no better than he is? Is what we are doing not the same as he dished out?” The Doctor stood up and started pacing the floor.
He stopped and looked at them both.
“You know he wasn’t always like this. When we were children on Gallifrey. You know when I was a little boy; we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. One day, I ran down that mountain and I found that the rocks weren't grey at all - but they were red, brown and purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white. Shining white in the sunlight; it was breathtaking.
We would spend hours together amongst those rocks and then we would look in the sky to see Gallifrey's second sun which would rise in the south and look towards the mountains, with their fields of deep red grass, capped with snow, that would shine, with the silver-leafed trees looking like a forest on fire in the mornings, so burnt orange was the sky. My father's land had red grass and it stretched across the slopes of Mount Perdition; it was beautiful, quite beautiful.”
The Doctor stood completely still, his eyes darting with excitement as he remembered his childhood with his friend.
“When we were 8 years old, we had a ceremony which initiated us into the Time Lord Academy. I think it was then that he started to change. He suddenly wasn’t that carefree boy anymore.”
“Why didn’t it affect you? What was different?” Ianto asked.
“I don’t know. It was hard. The Academy demanded excellence from its students; failure wasn’t an option.”
“Much the same as the Time Agency then!” Jack said sadly. “They take young men and women who have open minds and hearts and turn them into castrated war machines. They tell you to take no prisoners; which is the same rule they follow. There is no failure.”
Ianto clasped Jacks hand as the feeling of sadness and anguish washed over him. Through their newly made contact he sent love and understanding.
“Thinking back, he didn’t have a chance. You know somewhere on Gallifrey is a portal known as the Untempered Schism, which is a gap in the fabric of reality. Eight-year-old Gallifreyans are brought before the Schism and made to look into the Time Vortex as part of this initiation ceremony into the Time Lord Academy. Some are inspired, some run away, and some are driven mad.”
What happens to those who don’t make it?” Ianto asked.
The Doctor shook his head in despair.
“Outside the city lie wastelands, where Outsiders live in less technological tribal communities. These were the Gallifreyans who have dropped out of Time Lord Society. The wastes of Gallifrey included the Death Zone, which was an area that was used as a gladiatorial arena by the first Time Lords, pitting various species kidnapped from their respective time zones against each other. It was so animalistic, so violent. How does society let that happen in their own back yard?”
“Look around you today Doctor, even in the 21st century, it is still happening. Whether it is the tribal wars of a so-called Third World country to that of the financial City tribes who regularly destroy the lives of ordinary people on a daily basis. Whichever umbrella it hides under, society hasn’t learned a thing and it never will. It will always be the survival of the fittest!” Ianto said.
“That is very sad.” The Doctor sighed.
“The Master said that you had gone against your rule of non-violence,” Ianto said. “What happened?”
“The Daleks happened!”
“Then you can’t blame yourself,” Jack defiantly said.
“I don’t actually. You know where the Daleks are concerned, you have to do anything and I mean anything to beat them because they do not have the human capacity to show mercy. They see nothing but destruction.”
“Exterminate!” Ianto mimicked.
Jack gently slapped the back of Ianto’s hand and shook his head. He smiled how easily Ianto could lift a dark situation.
The Doctor pointed his finger at Ianto. “Stop it!” He smiled.
Ianto pretended to hang his head in shame; looking up at Jack through his long eyelashes innocently.
“Not working?” Ianto smiled.
“Not a chance!” Jack laughed.
“How did Gallifrey exist? Why did it all end so badly?” Ianto was curious.
“For that long story I need another cup of tea and you two will need more coffee!” the Doctor laughed.
As Ianto prepared their drinks he listened to the Doctor’s story.
“Gallifrey was no different to other realms. It was at the centre of an empire covering dozens of worlds and continually being extended by heroes such as Prydonius.
I told you that ancient Gallifreyans are all telepathic, which was why we had to set up our little charade. What I didn’t tell you was that we were ruled by a female cult centred on a figure called the Pythia, who controlled the population through mysticism and prophecies.”
“A female cult?” Jack grinned, “Mmmm, liking the sound of that!” He suddenly flinched as the back of his head was showered in droplets of cold water. He turned around to see Ianto washing his hands, looking innocent... as usual!
The Doctor shook his head and smiled at his two dear friends.
“Yes, well following on with the story... when the prophetic powers of the last of the Pythia failed her, Rassilion, Omega and a shadowy figure known as The Other seized power in the name of science and rationality.
When they saw what had happened, all the Pythia committed suicide and cursed Gallifrey, killing all children in their wombs and making the world sterile.”
“Wow, how awful! Those poor woman and children,” Ianto said sadly. “How did the empire survive?”
“Well, to combat this Rassilion restructured society and used genetic looms to create new generations of Gallifreyans, who emerge from the looms as fully grown adults.
It was all very precise and very clinical. Each of the Great Houses was allotted a total of forty five cousins and given a regeneration cycle of thirteen lives.
The Houses themselves were to some degree alive, in the same way TARDIS is and the furniture can move about.”
“Which House did your family come from?” Ianto was now fascinated and had momentarily forgotten what was happening in the other part of the ship.
“My family? Well, they came from the House of Lungbarrow, in the mountains of South Gallifrey. We were a bit unique from our other house cousins!”
“Unique? In what way?”
The Doctor giggled like a little boy again.
“We have...” he giggled again. “We have tummy buttons!”
They all laughed at this revelation.
“I can’t imagine not having one!” Ianto declared. “Was there a reason for this?”
“Maybe because I had a Gallifreyan father and a human mother?”
“Well that’d do it!” Ianto laughed. “After the War and Gallifrey was destroyed, the Time Lords weren’t erased from history?”
“No, not exactly. The cataclysm set up an event horizon in time that prevented anyone from entering Gallifrey's relative past or travelling from it to the present or future. The Time Lords also survived within the Matrix.”
“The Matrix? Like the movie?”
“Sort of I suppose in a roundabout way. It was downloaded into my mind during one of my previous regenerations... mmm the eighth one I think!”
“How do they get back to the real work as it were?”
“Well, their reconstruction required a sufficiently advanced computer. Gallifrey was restored, only to be destroyed again during the events of the Time War.
And now young man, I have told you more than I should and we have a matter to deal with here on board don’t we?”
Both Jack and Ianto nodded, not looking forward to what was about to come.
The three of them made their way to the room where the Master was being held. It was quiet, not a sound. The door opened and the three Dames walked out. Except they were no longer Pantomime Dames but all dressed in dark suits.
“What happened?” Jack asked motioning with his hand at their attire.
“We have reached the end of our story; you no longer need our help and we can go back to our timeline in the afterlife,” Rhys explained.
“I don’t know what I would have done without you all,” Jack said as he warmly hugged each of them, tears freely falling.
“Any time mate,” Owen said, “you know we will always be here for you and Ianto, always.”
“Thank you Owen,” Ianto said hugging his best friend. He was sad to see him to go. He had forgotten how much he liked having him around, bad temper as well!
“Well it won’t be forever,” Andy said. “We will be back in the future when you need us again, though hopefully in different costumes. I can’t tell you how much my feet are killing me!”
“Fuck yeah!” Owen grumbled.
“Never again mate, never again! Not even for a laugh will you get me in high heeled shoes!” Rhys shook his head.
Jack and Ianto watched their friends fade into the distance, and then turned to watch the vision of a broken man. The Doctor was slouched against the window as he looked at the man sitting quietly inside the room. This was a different man; albeit the same concept of body, he was different. He was broken too.”
“Do you want us to come in with you?” Jack asked.
“No, I have to do this alone,” the Doctor sadly replied. He opened the door and went in.
“Come to gloat?” the Master asked.
“Not at all my friend, not at all.”
“We used to be friends, close friends don’t you remember?”
“That seems like a lifetime ago, two young boys without a care in the universe. Do you remember the silver leaves waving above a pool of liquid gold containing singing fish? The twin suns that circled and fell in a rainbow heaven, another world in another sky?” The Master looked far away in his thoughts.
“If you’d like to come with me, I’ll show you all this - and it will be, I promise you?”
“You can’t promise me that, it is all gone. None of it exists anymore!” the Master said sadly.
“I can show it to you again I promise. Do you remember we used to collect samples of every plant and tree? All those wonderful colours; red, green, blue, bronze, silver, and some were transparent.”
The Master nodded as the Doctor continued.
“There were all those trees. The Kaden-Wood trees with their silver leaves; then there were the Maldor Trees...”
“Do you remember those Cerub Trees with their hallucinogenic truffle-flavoured nuts?” the Master suddenly asked rather excitedly.
“I remember the throbbing headaches the next morning! Oh and then there were the Magentas trees with their magnificent fruit.”
“Oh the fruit!” The Master was now bouncing in his chair. “Those Trumpberries and Lushberries!”
“And the upset stomachs from eating so many! I remember the lectures we got from my father over us being so greedy!”
“All those flowers,” the Master had drifted away in thought. “Schlenk Blossoms, Arkytior and those wonderful orchids with their red petals. “
“Do you remember anymore?” the Doctor asked sadly. This was the code phrase for Jack to start pumping the sedative gas into the room. The Doctor had taken the necessary precautions to ensure he would not be affected.
“Well, let’s see, there was that desert plant that had an incredibly rapid life cycle, what was that called? Yes I know! Madevinia Aridosa! Oh and then there was the Grockel Root! Do you remember that?”
“How could I not? Not only was it very tasty but it made the best alcohol in the world!”
“When your Dad found out; when he found our still, neither of us could sit down for a week!” the Master smiled fondly as he slowly sank into the quietness.
“Well it was just as well I had taken a good supply of Nitvil, wasn’t it? The healing properties of that plant were a life saver!”
“I know but it was so slimy, but worth it in the end!”
“Do you remember we used to go out and collect all those fungi? There were Feathergills, pogsquats, skullcaps, and Cardinal's collars and...”
“Doctor he has gone,” Jack said as he entered the room, putting his arm around his oldest friend.
The Doctor turned, his whole weight falling against Jack’s shoulders as he allowed himself to be brought into a tight hug. He stood weeping for many minutes as he took in what he was about to do.
Ianto programmed in the final codes before the drawer closed. The Master would be kept in the Tardis forever, cryogenically maintained. When he turned towards his husband, he saw the tear-stained face of the Doctor.
“It was the right thing to do,” Ianto reasoned.
“I know, it doesn’t make it any easier though,” the Doctor said quietly. “He was the last of my kind. I am all alone again.”
“You will never be alone, you know that. Ianto and I will be with you forever and so will our children. You can’t get rid of us that easily!” Jack said trying to lighten the conversation.
“I know! For my sins! What did I do to deserve this?” the Doctor laughed.
“You deserve to have people around you that love you and you know Jack and I AND the children love you very much. Speaking of which, there are twins about to be born so we have an appointment to keep!”
“Well then! Allons-y!” the Doctor jumped up and down excitedly. The prospect of more Godchildren warmed his hearts to the cores.
When Jack awoke, he was pleased he was not in chains, but in his very comfortable bed. It was over, he thought to himself. He suddenly became sad as he realised that this self, this Jack of here and now would soon come to an end.
“Don’t be sad Jack!” a little voice said to him.
Jack sat up abruptly. He rubbed his eyes. This was not a Pantomime Dame. Thank God he said to himself, this was NOT another Pantomime Dame. There were only so many massive boobs and huge asses a man could take! Oh grief all those wrinkly stockings and big shoes. Jack shuddered.
“Jack, are you comparing me to those three Dames?” the voice asked.
“What? Of course not! You are beautiful, I mean so beautiful, but then you always were.” Jack looked dreamily at his uninvited but most welcome guest.
“Thank you Jack. I must say I love this outfit. From right when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a fairy and here I am!”
“And here you are! Beautiful quite beautiful!”
“So you said! Now come on out of bed we have places to be!”
“Yes Jack, we do!”
Jack leapt out of bed before realising he was naked. He looked at the beautiful fairy at the foot of the bed and shrugged his shoulders before wiggling his bum as he stepped into the shower room. He heard her giggling as he closed the door. Just before he completely closed it he quickly opened it...
“Yes it is gorgeous isn’t it? Ianto loves to sink his teeth into it! He says my bum is as soft as any of the babies he has held!”
“You are completely incorrigible Jack! Get in there,” she said waving her wand at him, showering him in fairy dust.
Ten minutes later, Jack emerged freshly washed and in clean clothes; his grey coat flapping as he came back into the room.
“So where are we going?” he asked his fairy friend.
“Well you have dealt with your past and present, now we need to show you your future,” she said.
“Is that allowed?” he asked.
“Of course it is Jack. I am the Good Fairy so if I say it is alright, it is alright!”
Jack held up his hands in submission. “OK, lead on then!”
The Fairy held out her hand, which Jack quickly grasped and together they fell away into the future.
They were immediately transported to the delivery room on Mika4. Jack laughed as he saw himself in one of his moods; not one of his better moments, but one poor Ianto had become accustomed to over the years of Jack bearing children.
Nurses in pristine uniforms were rushing all over the place in the hope of finding a fast working sedative for their ‘vocal’ patient.
Jack lay on the birthing table, occasionally gripping his stomach in pain. As Ianto came through the door, the barrage began...
“So you decided to turn up did you? You bastard! This is all your fault! You did this to me! If you hadn’t stuck that thing of yours inside me I wouldn’t be in this amount of pain. If you think you are going to do that to me again you have another thing coming!” Jack was ranting.
“Oh Cariad, have the contractions just started?” Ianto moved swiftly to the bed fully conversant of what was to come.
“Just started? JUST started? You make it sound like a piece of music has just started! If you mean the fucking bastard amount of fucking pain I am in because you and that dick decided to...” Jack suddenly went quiet as he fell into a nap.
Ianto looked at the small nurse standing on a stool by the side of the bed, injection gun in hand. She smiled sweetly at Ianto and nodded to him appreciatively.
“I returned recently from a trip to the 21st century and I think the phrase that might explain my actions is... errm... how did it go? Oh yes! He was doing my head in!” With that she jumped off the stool and left the room.
Ianto looked at River who had been in the room the whole time and together they burst into laughter Ianto shook his head in disbelief as he gently stroked and soothed his husband’s head.
“Bet you could do with a few of those guns?” River said mischievously.
“A few? A shit load would be good!” Ianto and River giggled together as the children were brought in. Ianto rushed over to them as they all cried out “Tad!” Picking up his 8 year old daughter Meredith in his arms, he gave them all a big group hug.
“Helo 'm 'n aruthr blant! Fethais 'ch iawn lawer!”
“We missed you too Tad, very much!” said the eldest, Gwynneth.
“Yeah, we did too!” Rhys and Owen said together.
Meredith nuzzled her nose into Ianto’s neck.
“What about you Cariad?” Ianto asked her. “Did you miss you old Tad?”
Meredith nodded so much, Ianto thought her head might fall off! He kissed her forehead and walked with them to where their Dad was sleeping.
“Knocked him out, did they?” Gwynneth said matter-of-factly. As she smiled the gap in her two front teeth became evident. That never ceased to amaze Ianto, because in every way she looked like him, from her dark hair, blue eyes and her button nose but that one thing did not relate to either Jack nor him. It was like Gwen was up there putting her stamp of approval on his little girl.
“Yes. Nurse said he was ... and I quote... doing her head in!”
“God I know what she meant! He has been a right pain in the arse whilst you have been away!” Gwynneth’s Welsh accent bounding through.
“Gwynny! How can you say that about your father?” River said pretending to be shocked.
“What? You said it yourself! Never stopped complaining. Everything was wrong. Coffee not like Tad’s! Eggs over easy not like Tad’s! Jesus, even the bath water wasn’t the right temperature!”
“Gwynny!” Ianto chided, pressing a kiss into his somewhat frazzled daughter’s hair.
“I know he can be difficult!” Ianto reasoned.
“Difficult?” Owen started. “He is like a bear with a bleedin’ hot poker up his arse!” Owen stopped not realising how those words came out of his mouth.
“Yes, a right pain in the arse he is too!” Rhys continued in his strongest Welsh accent. He too stood shocked at what he had just said.
Ianto looked upwards, shaking his head. He smiled and said “Seriously?” He would swear he heard laughter in the distance.
“Well kids, I am here now and your Dad is about to wake up in a moment. We have two beautiful babes to deliver!”
“Yay!” Meredith clapped her hands together as Ianto handed her to River.
“Come on guys, let’s leave your Dads in peace and go and get some ice cream!”
River leant over and kissed Ianto on the cheek. “Call me when you need us back OK?”
“Will do and thank you River.”
“You look tired, but I am guessing you sorted it all out?”
“Yes, I will spill all later over a glass of wine... a very large one!”
As River and the children left the room, Ianto went to sit by his husband. There was a flannel in ice cold water which he rung out and slowly wiped Jack’s brow.
“Oh Cariad, we beat him, the Master. You went through so much but we did it. I love you so much Cariad and now we are going to have our babies.”
Jack gradually woke up to the sound of his husband singing a soothing lullabye.
“Yes Cariad, I am here.”
“What happened? One minute you were there in front of me and then... that nurse! She stuck me with a sedative!”
“How could she do that to me?” Jack was weeping, his hormones all over the place.
“You were doing her head in Cariad,” Ianto said quietly.
“Was I?” Jack wept as Ianto wiped the tears away with the cold cloth.
“How do you put up with me babe?”
“Sometimes it is a struggle,” Ianto said completely straight-faced.
Jack looked at him and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m a struggle? Look at me I’m a huge beached whale! The biggest beached whale in the Universe!”
“But the most beautiful and gorgeous, not to mention very sexy!” Ianto said as he drew Jack into a deep kiss. By now he knew exactly how to deal with Jack in these situations. Jack was moaning softly into the kiss.
When they broke apart, Ianto said...
“Ready for our babies?”
Jack nodded and smiled as he hugged his somewhat huge tummy. “Always!” he said.
Jack and the Fairy stood on looking at the scene as it evolved with the final scene of two beautiful new babies being held in the Daddies’ arms. The children rushed in to see their new siblings.
“Oh look, they are so gorgeous!” Gwynneth cooed.
“There is no doubt, but you two make the most beautiful babies!” River smiled as she gently stroked the newborn’s cheek.
“Names? Have you decided on the names?”River asked.
“Yes,” Ianto answered. “Meet our new son Daffyd!” he said as he tipped the baby gently upwards to show the group.
“And this is our new daughter, Carys Anwen!” Jack said mimicking Ianto’s actions.
“Our little beloved!” Gwynneth said, immediately knowing the meaning of her sister's name. “Can I hold her?”
Jack nodded and passed his newest daughter to his eldest.
“Can we hold our brother?” Owen asked excitedly?
“Of course,” Ianto agreed. “Why don’t you two go and sit on that sofa and you can hold him together?”
“See Jack, another happy ending and I promise you and Ianto will have many more over the coming millenia,” the Good Fairy said.
“What is going to happen to me? Is that it?” Jack asked sadly anticipating the answer.
“Ah well, I have had a thought about that,” the Good Fairy said as she waved her magic wand.
When he opened his eyes, Jack realised that they were standing in some sort of hospital or medical centre at least.
He watched as a cat-like humanoid was attending to what seemed to be a sleeping face. She was singing songs from long ago. As she sang she placed her hand on the glass sending her energy to the living being.
Jack looked at Rose, his Good Fairy. “I don’t understand,” he said.
“Just wait a second. It will all become clear.” She told him.
As they watched the scene play out, a familiar face came through the door.
He placed his hand on the glass and the sleeping face gently awoke.
“Thank you Novice Hame,” the familiar voice said. “I will stay with him now”
Novice Hame bowed and left the room.
“Hello Cariad, did you rest well?”
“Hello my love, I missed you. Did you sort the children’s problem out?”
“Oh yes. Even children with the longevity of ours still find a way to squabble! But I sorted it out in the end! Gwynneth tried to put her foot down but in the end Daffyd saved the day!”
“Thanks to their Tad, no doubt!”
“How are you feeling Cariad? Can I get you anything?”
“I am a little tired, but can you read to me? You know what those Welsh vowels do to me still?”
“Even after five billion years together, is their no end to your labido?”
“Not where my wonderful Welsh husband is concerned!”
Jack and Rose watched as Ianto read a few chapters of their favourite book.
“I still don’t understand what I am doing here,” he said to Rose.
“Well, I didn’t want you to just go back into oblivion. You realise that the Face behind the glass is you; you have become the Face of Boe. And as much as Ianto loves you, would spend every breathing moment with you, he needs you.”
Jack looked at Rose still not quite comprehending her line of thought.
“He needs a physical you.”
“Oh right, I see.”
“The Face of Boe does not have much longer to live and Ianto is still going to be immortal as are your many many children. In your present state, you are still immortal, so I was thinking that maybe you would like to come and keep this Ianto company; help him through the death of Boe and continue with him on your endless journey together. What do you think?”
“What about all that timey wimey stuff the Doctor goes on about?"
“Not a problem. You just need to keep on a perception filter if you ever come into close proximity with Boe. Apart from that you will be fine. You both will be fine. So, do you want to?”
“Is the Pope Catholic?”
“Not in this timeline but I get your drift!” Rose laughed.
“So, my Prince Charming,” Rose said as she waved her magic fairy wand. “I bring you and Ianto a lifetime of love and continual happiness forever into eternity.”
“Thank you. Before I go, you know I really loved you. You do know that don’t you?”
“Yes Jack of course I do. But I also know it was a love that was completely different to the love you have for Ianto. That is a love dreams are made of; one that comes along maybe once in a lifetime. Take care of each other, love each other and be happy, you both deserve it.”
Jack leant over and kissed Rose’s cheek, before she waved her wand again and he disappeared from in front of her to the scene outside the hospital as Ianto was leaving.
Ianto stood quite still, his heart beating furiously. The sight of his gorgeous husband before him filled him with such love and desire.
“I was hoping I would see you again,” Ianto smiled.
“Well today seemed as good a day as any!” Jack smirked.
“Yes today is a good day.” Ianto held out his hand. “Home?”
“Home.” Jack said as his grabbed Ianto’s and they walked towards their future together. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack would swear he saw fairy dust.
In the distance, the laughter of a Good Fairy could be heard, satisfied with a job well done!
Happy New Year everyone!