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Codename: Victory - Part 22/?

Title: Codename: Victory
Author:
[info]moonfirefic
Beta:
[info]sparking_off
Rating: PG-13, leaning towards R for some violence.
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Rhiannon, Tosh, Owen, Gwen, Rhys, Martha, The Doctor (10th), John Hart, The Master, Others
Spoilers: Starts beginning of TW season 1 and DW season 3
Summary: Ianto Jones has been searching for information about who he is his entire life. Canary Wharf gave him some answers and a whole new set of questions.
Disclaimer: BBC drew them, I just like to color outside their lines.

A/N: Things are still a bit dark for our heroes at the moment, but I promise that the payoff in the end will be worth it. Hopefully the Japanese comes out okay, I have a hard time with formal/non-formal tenses. Senso-ji Temple is a real place, has a huge red lantern in front of it, and is the oldest temple in Tokyo. If you are ever there, I highly recommend visiting it, and the market in the outer courtyard.

Many thanks to the fabulous sparking_off for beta-ing. Any mistakes left are all mine.
Next update should be Friday. Reviews are always great! Thanks for reading!



Part 22

Aderyn Outpost – Senso-ji Temple, Asakusa, Tokyo

After talking to Ianto, Denjiro decided that he and Martha would set out at midnight the following evening, using the cover of darkness to help slip under the Master’s radar. Ianto was to join them once they made it across the Mongolian border, allowing Denjiro to head back to Japan, while Ianto and Martha made their way back to Great Britain on foot.

Knowing that the journey ahead would be long, Martha settled down to an uneasy sleep, trusting that Denjiro and the monks would keep her safe. At around 2am, the sound of dogs barking and shouting outside the temple walls startled her awake. Grabbing her pack, she quickly laced her boots and headed for the door, only to find Denjiro waiting for her.

“She’s here,” he said. “Miss Cooper. The Valiant went subsonic and arrived an hour ago. We need to move now.” Martha zipped up her jacket and followed him out the door and through the basement of the temple. The copper tang of blood filled the air, and the inane giggle of the Toclafane echoed through the halls. Denjiro set up an electricity field behind them, hoping to short out any of them that followed, and judging by the scream they heard as they rounded the corridor, they weren’t far behind.

“Do you have your message stone?” Denjiro asked Martha, as they caught their breath behind a statue of Buddha in the main garden. Martha nodded. A group of Toclafane zoomed past , and the two of them crouched low, making their way behind the statues, and out the side gate of the temple. Inching along the outer wall, they snuck past a platoon of soldiers, with Miss Cooper at the lead, shouting at them to kill everyone inside, but to take Denjiro Sato and Martha Jones alive. An image of each of them was handed to each soldier as they passed through the gate. Martha and Denjiro held their breath until the last soldier had passed. As soon as the gate was clear, they made a run for it, sprinting down the now vacant streets into the night.

~~~~~~~~

Miss Cooper was fuming. Someone had let the Aderyn know they were coming. All of the maps and dispatches on the main table were months old, and the monitors on the walls were hooked up to dummy terminals, showing the same information cycling over and over. There had to be a spy in their midst, there was no other explanation. Tapping her nails on the lacquered table at the center of the room, she mulled over in her mind who had known of the attack. Besides the Master, only her senior commanders had known. She hadn’t even told Captain Hart. Something nagged at the back of her mind. She hadn’t talked in her sleep, had she? Before she had a chance to ponder it further, Captain Hart himself approached to give her an update.

“The temple is secure. No Aderyn present. Only human casualties. What do you want me to do with the prisoners?” he asked, gesturing to the monks kneeling at gun point on the other side of the room.

Miss Cooper looked at the ten monks who had sheltered her prey. “Take them out and shoot them at the front gate. Hang them up next to that damn lantern as a warning for others. It won’t matter tomorrow anyway,” she said dismissively. Eying the jade dragons flanking the main monitor, she turned to one of the soldiers. “Take those with us. Hopefully new adornments to the command deck will appease the Master somewhat, considering our failure this evening.” Turning on her heel, she made her way back up to the main level. “I want this city turned inside out,” she said to Hart as they ascended the stairs. “You have until noon to find them. After that, Tokyo will be a scorch mark on the Asian seaboard. Make sure you get to the airfield for evac on time, and with Denjiro Sato and Martha Jones. After that, don’t bother coming, as the EMP precluding the blast will disable your teleport and not even your bones will remain. Now get to work.”

~~~~~~~~

Under the cover of darkness, Martha and Denjiro made their way out of Tokyo to the surrounding countryside. With a little help from Denjiro’s wings and some cloud cover, by morning, they had reached Lake Kawaguchi, near the base of Mt. Fuji. Cold and tired, they stopped at a small medical clinic at one of the nearby labor camps to get their bearings. Martha was given a berth in the on-call room to rest, while Denjiro kept watch and tried to negotiate transportation as far as Nagano. After a short troubled sleep, Denjiro shook her awake, covering her mouth, and gesturing to her to keep quiet. Yelling could be heard coming from outside the clinic, demanding that everyone present themselves for inspection.

“It’s Hart and a bunch of UNIT goons,” Denjiro hissed, as he released her to peak through a crack in the door. Martha nodded and grabbed a couple of lab coats from the nearest locker. They two of them quickly donned them, adding surgical caps and masks, hoping to go unnoticed as they attempted to slip out the back. Keeping to the shadows, they managed to make it to the back door of the clinic without being stopped. With one last glance around, Denjiro stood to open the door, with Martha beside him.

“If we run into any trouble, run for the trees alongside the lake,” said Den, his hand on the door handle. “Even if I am caught, don’t wait, you have to keep going Martha. Promise me you won’t hesitate.” He held Martha’s gaze, making sure she understood what was to happen. After a beat, Martha closed her eyes, silently praying that there would be no need for her to act on her promise, and nodded her agreement. Satisfied, Denjiro opened the door, ushering them outside, and directly into a squad of soldiers guarding the door, led by Captain Hart.

“We’ll need to see some ID,” one of the soldiers asked, poking Denjiro in the chest with his gun. Den pulled the medical staff passes from his pants pocket, and waited for them to be cleared for passage. Hart stood off to the side, leaning against the building, clearly bored.

“Have you seen this woman?” another soldier, wearing sergeant’s stripes, and apparently the leader of the group, asked as he held up a picture of Martha and handed the passes back.

“No,” replied Denjiro, shaking his head for emphasis. The sergeant looked closely at Martha one more time, before shoving Denjiro towards the door and telling them to get back to work. Martha released a breath she didn’t know she held, and made her way back inside. As the door was about to close, the sergeant stuck his foot out to stop it.

“One more thing,” he said, pushing the door open wide. “I’ll need you to take off those masks. Miss Cooper just called in. We have to check everyone. No exceptions. When Martha hesitated, he raised his gun. “If you would care to come back outside,” he said, the steel in his voice telling Martha that she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She nodded and with Denjiro behind her, made her way back out the door. “Now if you would be so kind,” he said, keeping his rifle trained on them.

Martha reached for the tie at the back of her mask, knowing that they were caught. As Denjiro reached back to follow suit, he suddenly thrust her behind him, and leapt over the soldiers, flipping through the air to land between them, his katana in hand. As Martha watched, he knocked the assault rifles from their hands, and kicked two of them unconscious. The sergeant still had his gun trained on Martha, and deciding that she wasn’t worth the trouble, aimed down the barrel, ready to shoot her if she so much as flinched. Denjiro knocked down two more of the group and rushed to her aid. The sergeant spun around, and fired blindly, missing Den, and taking out one of his own men. Martha looked to where Hart stood at the edge of the fray, and watched him roll his eyes and mutter ‘amateurs’ while shaking his head. Denjiro continued his attack on the sergeant, knocking away his gun and trading blows, until finally his katana hit home and his adversary crumpled to his knees.

“Nigenasai!”* Shouted Den, telling Martha to make a run for it. She only hesitated a moment before running ran past them, to the woods beside the lake.

Denjiro resumed his onslaught, beating down half of the remaining squad before one of them got off a lucky shot to his shoulder, slowing him down enough to be caught. As the soldiers pushed him to his knees and prepared to execute him, Hart yelled at them to stop. Martha watched, panting behind a tree as he pulled the affinity stone from underneath Denjiro’s jacket and let it fall across his chest. Denjiro spat in his captor’s face and stared at him in defiance. Hart smiled back, and smacked him hard across the head, knocking him out.

“Get up you idiots,” Hart barked at the soldiers. Battered and bleeding, they struggled to their feet. “Don’t hurt him any further, the Master wants this one alive,” he ordered. After they bound Denjiro’s hands and ankles, Hart sent them inside to get a stretcher so that they could move him. As soon as they left, Hart crouched down and searched Denjiro’s pockets. He finding Den’s message stone, he crushed it underfoot. Martha was confused. If he knew to look for it, why would he crush it so that it could not be used? Hart straightened up and looked straight at her. Martha stared back, unsure of what to do. He gestured to the dock behind her and mouthed the word “Go!” She hesitated, and he nodded at her before turning back to address the soldiers re-emerging from the doorway behind him.

Not sure what to think, Martha made a run for it, hoping that she would at least have a head start before anyone came after her.

~~~~~~~~

Sanctuary – Carreg Cennen

Ianto was pacing back in forth in a loop, and it was starting to get on Rhiannon’s nerves. As he made his tenth circuit of the room, she had, had enough, and stood in front of him.

“You aren’t going to help them by worrying yourself sick,” she tutted, forcing him to a standstill. “Go lie down for a moment. I’ll let you know as soon as they check in.” Ianto started to protest, and Rhia stared him down. “Seriously, if you don’t go and rest, you are going to fall over. Have you looked in a mirror lately? How are you going to help them if you can’t even stand?”

Ianto sighed. He knew she was right, but he couldn’t get over the feeling that something was very wrong. Closing his eyes in frustration, he nodded, and with a final glance to the still silent Tokyo comm., he left the room.

On the way out, he saw Tosh staring at him from the tech command center and he shook his head, letting her know that they didn’t have any news. Seeing the hope die in her eyes, he gave her a half smile of reassurance before making his way to his quarters.

Throwing himself down on the bed, he shut his eyes, desperately trying to sleep and hoping that wherever Martha and Denjiro were, they were safe. He had barely closed his eyes when his message stone pulsed, and flashed red, for emergency. He started the message, hoping that the sense of foreboding he had felt all morning would not come to fruition.

As the message began to play, worry turned to outright fear. Martha had contacted him from an abandoned post office in a town called Oishi, near Lake Kawaguchi, about 5 hours west of Tokyo. Denjiro had been captured, and she was on her own. Ianto thought back to the message that Hart had sent, and realized that it had been too late. Of the affinity stone holders, only he and Rhiannon remained out of the Master’s clutches. Martha’s next words drew him back to the present, and almost caused him to drop the stone in horror.

“I overhead some of the soldiers earlier while they were searching the nearby library,” she whispered. “The Master is going to level Japan at noon local time today; make it an example of what happens when people stand up to him. We can’t save them. There isn’t time. All we can do is help make the Doctor’s plan come through. It’s our only hope.” As he watched her fight off tears, Ianto felt his own fall down his cheek.

“I need you to find me before time runs out, we can’t risk that the timeline won’t reverse. Denjiro gave himself up to save me, please, Ia-Victory, please get here, before it’s too late.” Her image stared at him a moment longer, before a crash could be heard behind her. “Jones out,” she whispered and was gone.

Ianto looked at his watch. It was 10:30am in Tokyo. No time to lose. Throwing on his flack jacket and grabbing his guns, he ran out the door.

~~~~~~~~

Post Office – Oishi, Japan

Martha sat crouched behind the counter of the derelict post office. The soldiers who had been there half an hour ago had now left via helicopter, and only local citizen patrols remained. Feeling her legs start to cramp, she slid to the floor and looked at her watch. 11:38am. She had sent the message to Ianto over an hour ago. Silently, she prayed to a God she wasn’t sure she believed in anymore that he would get it in time to get her out. The door to the post office jingled, and she returned to her crouch, holding her gun at the ready as she made to fire on the latest intruder. As she was about to fire on the door, she heard someone call out.

“Sumimasen. Martha Jones wo sagashite imasu,”** said a male voice. Martha peeked through the mail slots to see a man, taller than an average Japanese male, moving towards her.

“Chotto matte kudasai,”*** called Martha, stalling for time. It could be Ianto, but she had to make sure before she gave up her position.

He stepped forward again. “Martha?” said a very familiar voice with a lilting Welsh accent.

Before she knew what she was doing, Martha jumped up over the counter and into Ianto’s arms, clinging on to him as tight as she could. He laughed and held her close, happy that she was safe.

“Samishi katta desu!” said Ianto. Martha pulled back from him and grinned.

“English, Jones,” she said, smacking his arm.

“I missed you so much,” he repeated, this time in English. Martha smiled at him, before glancing to the clock on the wall. It was 11:50am. Sirens sounded and the Master’s voice could be heard booming from the Valiant loudspeakers overhead.

“Peoples of Earth, your Lord and Master has found traitors in our midst. Traitors who think that my tenure as your ruler has been unjust, unfair. Well, basically, people that are a royal pain in the arse, and can’t seem to get with the program.” There was a pause, and Ianto used it to pull the map from his pocket to consult it one more time, looking over their destination and the pictures that Tosh had printed for reference. He pointed it out to Martha, who nodded her understanding. He replaced the map in his pocket and pulling his wings forward, he reached for Martha.

“Hold tight onto my waist, just like before, and don’t let go,” he said. She nodded and kissed his cheek.

“For luck,” she said, and snuggled up tight against him. Ianto grinned.

“Star Wars clichés Miss Jones?” he asked. “Are you a closet fangirl?”

“A little,” Martha huffed. “Okay fine. I had a few Lando Calrissian posters. Billy Dee Williams was hot when he was younger,” she conceded.

“Your secret is safe with me. Besides, I always had a bit of a thing for Han Solo,” Ianto replied, with a smile.

“I guess scoundrels really are your type,” replied Martha. Ianto laughed, thinking of Jack. She had a point. Glancing at the clock one last time, he pulled her tight against him.

“Thanks for the memories, Japan. Oh! And sayonara!” boomed the Master. The clock struck twelve. As the bombs rained over Japan, Ianto and Martha disappeared.

~~~~~~~~

Vladivostok, Russia

The light faded around Ianto and Martha, bringing the interior of a warehouse in Vladivostok harbor into view. Ianto quickly hid his wings, and the two cautiously left the building though a side door. People had emerged from where they had been working on dry-docked tankers, tearing them apart so that the metal could be taken to the inland Russian rocket shipyards, watching as Japan burned. The two rebels stood in silence, watching across the sea as the land they had just left fall to ash, much as Ianto’s home world and countless other cities on Earth had done before. Martha put her hand in his, and the two of them looked around before taking a deep breath and setting out for their next destination. They had three months to complete their mission, and after today they knew, now more than ever, that they could not fail.

~~~~~~~~

The Valiant- One Month Later

John Hart watched Tish walk past him to bring Jack his daily meal of protein grits and water. As he fell into step alongside her, she glanced at him with contempt before continuing on her way. Once they reached the corridor before Jack’s prison in the bulkheads, he leaned in close, giving a show for the guards at the end of the hallway.

“I sent a message to Eye-Candy,” he whispered, pretending to nibble on her ear. “But it was too late. Sato was captured, but I made sure your sister got away. I’ve heard from them. They’re both safe, somewhere in Russia. Make sure he knows that.” Only Tish’s trembling hands gave any indication that she had heard him. Sniffing her hair one more time and declaring her good enough to eat, loud enough for the guards to chuckle at her distress, John let Tish moved forward to deliver hope to the Captain.

~~~~~~~~

That night, as Tish relayed Hart’s message to her family, and they swore vengeance for all that the Master had done, Jack dreamed. Though he had fallen asleep upright with his hands in shackles, he found himself lounging naked on a bed of red satin, with Ianto lying next to him. Jack pulled his lover close, relishing the feel of Ianto’s body against his own for the first time in almost a year. Releasing his hold, he crushed their lips together, wanting nothing more then for this to be real, wishing that he could truly hold him, and let him know how much he missed him.

Ianto smiled against his lips. “It may only be in your mind Jack, but I really am here,” he whispered. Jack looked back at him, not sure if this was just a really good dream, or the real thing.

“Of course it’s real, you twpsyn” Ianto smiled at him. “Not quite sure how, but I fell asleep tonight in Mongolia, freezing my arse off with Martha, inside some weird, round shack thing called a yurt, only to wake up next to you.”

Jack smiled. If Ianto was calling him names in Welsh, it was good enough for him. “But how?” he asked, only to see Ianto do that little nose crinkle of confusion that he loved so much.

“Not sure actually.” Ianto looked thoughtful. “My guess is another one of those weird things that just seem to happen to us. I for one have missed you, and am not going to second guess it.”

Jack chuckled. “As you wish, Mr. Jones. Far be it from me to deny us the rare moment of peace in the middle of hell.” With that, he and Ianto proceeded to lose themselves in one another, hands, tongues, and mouths, mapping each other’s bodies, desperately trying to remember every single inch of each other, not knowing when they would have this chance again. Afterward, as they lay basking in the afterglow, a light seemed to envelope Ianto and he began to fade from view.

“Not yet!” exclaimed Jack, reaching for him. Ianto pulled him close for one last kiss, and pushed something into his palm. “So you know it was more then a dream,” he said, stroking Jack’s cheek. “Oh, and Jack, please don’t block me anymore, there’s only two months to go, and you never know when I might need to reach you.”

Jack nodded. “I promise,” he whispered. Ianto began to fade again, and just before he was gone, Jack reached for him. “Ianto, I-,” he started. But he never got a chance to finish. Ianto was gone.

Jack awoke on the Valiant, with an anguished cry, still shackled in place. He flexed his arms, hoping to ease the constant ache of being chained. As he clenched his fist he felt something inside his right hand. Opening his fist slightly, he saw a five yen coin. He quickly closed it again, hoping to keep it safe until Tish arrived and could put it in his pocket. A smile graced his face for the first time in months. He didn’t even mind when the Master shot him that morning. All his focus was on keeping his coin, his talisman and proof that Ianto had been in his arms the night before, safe in his fist.


Translations:

* (Run Away!)
** (Excuse me. I’m looking for Martha Jones.)
** *(One moment please!)

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