Author's Notes: Here begins another story in the Birthright series. I anticipate it being at most four chapters, but we all know that's up for debate. There will be characters from several fandoms in this story: Torchwood (Ianto, Suzie and Tosh, and Jack will make a special appearance); Stonehenge Apocalypse (Jacob Glasser, and believe me, his 'resemblance' to a particular angel will not be glossed over); and Supernatural (John and Mary Winchester, with references to other characters therein). So. I will only say this once. If you don't like John Winchester, if you buy into the abusive John meme, hit the back button now. This is a pro-John story, and while I wouldn't say it's anti-Mary, I will be very honest and say I have more respect for John than I do for her. I won't bash her. I just won't turn her into some sort of a saint.

Disclaimer: Captain Jack Harkness, Suzie Costello, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones and Torchwood don't belong to me … they belong to the BBC, Starz Studios, and Russell T. Davies. Which is a shame, because I think I take better care of them. John and Mary Winchester and all things Supernatural also don't belong to me, they are the property of Eric Kripke. Rassilon belongs to the BBC and whoever first created Doctor Who. Jacob Glasser belongs to Syfy and whoever wrote Stonehenge Apocalypse. Boromir belongs to JRR Tolkien. Everyone else is mine. Don't mind if you borrow them, just ask first and return them intact.

Prologue

The Time Weaver's Request

Former Colasanto Compound, Nevada

August 2012

"Lord President Rassilon. I wish to ask a boon!"

Well. That was interesting. It had been years since he heard a request phrased in that way, and it was even longer since he heard from a Child of Kronos. That was what they called themselves when interacting with humans, implying they were associated with the ancient Greek Titan. In truth, they were far more ancient than that … far more ancient than humanity. In truth, they were cousins of the Time Lords and in some ways, forerunners of the Time Agency. Rassilon always called them Time Weavers, for they took the threads of one timeline and wove it into another. More to the point, the Children created Champions. Decent men who often made terrible mistakes, but gave their lives to atone … and yet, still had so much to give.

The greatest success story among the Champions was the warrior born as Boromir of Gondor, who was revived and placed in a nearly-identical universe to this one, but thousands upon thousands of years in the future. Only those he loved most knew the truth about his identity (such as his wife Megan). To all others, he was Michael Rafferty, the handsome amnesiac who took his wife's name when they married because he couldn't remember his own.

And now, a Child called to him for a boon, which meant that she wanted to bring a Champion into this universe. Interesting. Very interesting. Rassilon looked around at his own Children of Time … Suzie was preparing to go to Liam's office to drop off the latest acquisition forms (and hopefully, that was all she was planning to do … then again, she and Liam had gotten better about keeping their trysts out of his office after the last time Lily caught them); Ianto was going over the inventory from the most recent deliveries; while Tosh was … Tosh was cackling to herself as she viewed something on her tablet. Rassilon decided he didn't want to know. She frightened him when she started cackling like that.

Koschei had been temporarily banned from tormenting Olivia Colasanto after her cousin Phil discovered her on the SHIELD helicarrier. Rassilon allowed himself a small smile as he remembered the confrontation between Liam and Koschei after the young lawyer learned that his older sister was alive. Who knew that younger siblings were just as protective as elder ones? Rassilon thought about his youngest child, who was fiercely protective of his older 'brother,' the Doctor, and conceded that it wasn't so strange. What did surprise him (and this was a legitimate surprise) was Koschei backing down. The former Master told Rassilon that it was long past time for him to go pester the Doctor.

The summons came again, and this time, Rassilon received a name. Most of the Time Weavers were women, although some of the more recent additions were men. Again, the girl called, "Lord President Rassilon, your humble petitioner Valkyrie begs your indulgence on behalf of three souls." Now things were getting very interesting. He walked out of the house after checking on his children one last time and walked into the Rift. There he found a young woman, around the same age as Ianto Jones. She was a pretty little thing, with long golden hair and bright blue eyes. Valkyrie. He could see why the ancient Norse warriors named her thus. She smiled as he appeared and made a small bow, saying, "Lord Rassilon. I ask you to accept three souls. One I know to be deserving, and two who may be deserving."

"Speak, child," Rassilon told her with a small smile. He was departing from protocol here, but really, none of the pomp and circumstance was necessary here. He was not on Gallifrey, and he was no longer the Lord President in truth. Besides, when the girl relaxed ever so slightly, he knew that he had done the right thing. She was in an awkward transition period … much younger than her sisters, who remembered the old ways, but much older than the recent Weavers. The Weaver who called herself Valkyrie straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath. Rassilon braced himself for a tirade, something many of the in-between Weavers did.

Instead, the girl blurted out, "I want you to give Jacob Glasser, John Winchester and Mary Winchester a place among your Champions." Rassilon blinked, and Valkyrie turned bright red with embarrassment. She swallowed hard and started over, saying, "Jacob is the one I was telling you about, the one who is deserving. He was a scientist in his own dimension, in his own universe, who sacrificed his life to save the world. I was … I was able to take him before his body was obliterated, so he's presumed dead in his home dimension. They found no body."

That being said, Valkyrie lifted her head up and Rassilon smiled to himself, placing his palm against the girl's forehead, in a manner similar to a benediction. However, the resemblance ended there, as he leaned his forehead against his hand … and her memories flowed into him. He Saw this young man Jacob through the years, and his decision was made long before the boy sacrificed himself. Jacob Glasser had a home in this dimension. Not with Rassilon himself, but Alicia Yates' Bulwark was growing by leaps and bounds, and before too much longer, she would need people to go out into the world. Not field agents, no … just people who could travel to Torchwood and UNIT's equivalents in other countries. Jacob Glasser would be excellent for such a venture. He was tempted to have Jacob assigned to the dimension where humans co-existed with Cybertronians, but the boy was needed here … not there.

He felt the girl's relief, and the second set of memories flowed into him … this time, the memories of Mary Campbell Winchester. He wasn't immediately impressed with her. Oh, he could easily forgive her making a deal with a demon after the murder of her mother and fiancé, all the while knowing that her father was as good as dead. But what he found much harder to forgive was her negligence toward her husband and two sons. Her death launched the three of them into a world they didn't understand and never knew existed. He accepted her on probation. She would have to prove herself to him. Hunting was a life that was never truly left, and Samuel Campbell should have made his daughter aware of that.

And finally, he received the memories of John Winchester, Mary's husband, who went from being a Marine, a husband and a father, to a Hunter. In some ways, John Winchester reminded Rassilon of himself … many of his decisions were questionable, but one thing Rassilon couldn't question, didn't dare question, was his love for his sons and his desire to keep them both safe from the thing that murdered his wife. He, too, would be accepted by Rassilon on probation, but his would be a limited probation, having more to do with how he picked up what Alicia was trying to do. John Winchester did what was necessary … he stepped up to the plate, and did what was necessary, despite the cost. Alicia would have need of men such as him.

Both Weaver and Lord opened their eyes at the same time, and Rassilon said simply, "I accept these souls. In fact, I have a place for all three of them. And, I have conditions." Valkyrie nodded so hard, he thought her head would come off her shoulders, and Rassilon outlined what those conditions were. He would need assistance from both Ianto and Jack, but he didn't think that would be an issue. Ianto could create documents for the three of them, but Rassilon would need Jack's contacts in the UK to make this work. He resolved to call his son as soon as he returned to Nevada.

"Your conditions are accepted with gratitude, my Lord. Their bodies … what will you do about the bodies of the Winchesters?" Valkyrie asked hesitantly. Hmm. That was a very good question. Rassilon searched through the world he now inhabited, trying to ascertain the fates of the counterparts of John and Mary Winchester. What he discovered made his eyes widen with surprise. Well. He wasn't one to believe in fate, but this was certainly a happy accident. For John and Mary, that is. Not so much for their counterparts. Both suffered traumatic brain injury during the Miracle … their bodies were simply empty shells. Their families no longer came to visit, but they couldn't bring themselves to turn off the machines, either. Well, well, well. The damnable Miracle would actually prove to be useful.

He smiled at Valkyrie benignly and said, "I have suitable replacements." He really didn't want to have to go into the future and get more lifelike mannequins, like the one used to replace Ianto Jones for his funeral. Attempts to place a human soul into said mannequins was iffy at best. Valkyrie offered him a relieved smile. He noticed that she didn't ask how they would place the souls into the new bodies. Good. He absolutely hated those explanations. Instead, he went on, "Bring Jacob to me first, and then while he is recuperating among my children, I will bring the new bodies to you." He wished he said that differently … it didn't sound nearly as ghoulish in his head. However, Valkyrie merely inclined her head.

"It shall be done, my lord. And my lord? Thank you," she replied, before disappearing. Rassilon slowly exhaled and returned to Nevada, passing the Rift Guardians as he did. Back at the house, Suzie was still gone … Tosh was working in the garden … while Ianto was reading. Rassilon cleared his throat and the boy looked up, putting the book to one side. As yet, Jack still didn't know that his former was alive once more, and for now, it had to stay that way. Thus, he rearranged his tasks in his mind quickly.

He told his Child, "I have tasks for you, youngling. First, I need you to call Alicia Yates. Tell her that I'll be bringing three new people for Bulwark, and that details will follow. After that's done, I need you to create documents for three people: Jacob Glasser … that's J-a-c-o-b G-l-a-s-s-e-r. Yes. Exactly. The other two are John and Mary Winchester. When Suzie gets back, I'll need her help. The last thing any of us need is for Liam Grady to have a nervous breakdown when he sees John's new body. They say everyone has a double in the world … Liam doesn't need to see that first hand."

The boy was nodding and pulling up the software he would need to get that started before the Time Lord even finished speaking. Rassilon looked out the windows, thinking of everything the three new Bulwark operatives would need in their new world. He could have Tosh do that later … no sense in Ianto being distracted while he was putting their documents together. For now, however, he needed to call his son. It had been six weeks since he and Captain Rogers took down Theodore Paige and his pathetic little ring, and Rassilon wanted to make sure that his son was all right. Jack always came back from his deaths, but that wasn't what Rassilon needed to know. He needed to know that his son was all right.

TBC