Jack learns a bit about Ylva. Hopefully, you will get a bit curious, too ;)
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"A Motorcycle, really?", Jack asked and slammed the door behind him, but Ylva just stalked past him, throwing her helmet over the hood of the car to Ianto.
"It's … complicated, Jack.", Ianto tried a weak smile and placed the helmet on the driverseat before locking the car. "We will explain.", he promised the increasingly worried looking immortal.
Jack had never seen Ylva loose her cool. He'd seen her stressed, pissed, in the throes of passion, but never like this. He placed a hand on Iantos shoulder: "Do I have to worry about her? Or you?"
Again, a faint smile: "I hope not.", Ianto placed a hand on Jack's and ran his thumb over it. "But I am worried."
"She really isn't as she used to anymore.", Jack looked after her as she picked her way through the crowd of onlookers. "Something got lost."
Ianto nodded and looked at his shoes. "She says it's ok and sometimes, I believe her. But then … she was something magnificent, Jack.", when he looked up, Jack felt a lump in his throat. Iantos eyes where wide, bright and tears shimmered in them. "She was … but now she isn't anymore. She is used to travelling dimensions, she was able to control the Void, how can she be OK, trapped here with me?"
Jack leaned in and placed a light kiss on the other mans lips: "You tend to do that to people.", he smiled, took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "Let's get going, before she get's herself into any more trouble.", he tried to put a lightness in his step, that he sure as hell did not feel.
Traveling dimensions … controlling the Void … they would have to talk about that later.
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The body was just like the others and just like the others, Ylva remembered the face. It was one of the young barristas, who worked at the coffeeshop where she had gotten her tea every morning for the last for month, since Ianto and her had decided to stay here for a while.
They where getting so close and something would have to be done about this. She knew how the Keeper-Agents worked. They wouldn't give up, until they had found their prey … her. Or until they where dead.
She felt Ianto aproaching, his worry almost suffocating to her. She knew, he couldn't help it, if the situation had been reversed, she would have worried her head off, too. To him it was probably worse.
Despite all his encounters with aliens and general weirdness at Torchwood, he was out of his depth here.
She turned, slightly and looked up to the two men, she had obviously lost her heart to. She hoped desperately, that they would be alright.
Something tugged at her consciousness, almost like the reflection of a mirrored surface, seen from the corner of the eye. She looked around.
"Are you alright, Miss Quinn?", the ME asked her. She was a pretty blonde, with chocolate coloured eyes, in her thirties. Ylva had enjoyed flirting with her, just to see her cheeks flush prettily, now Ylva threw her a silencing glare.
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Jack may not have been connected to either Ianto or Ylva, but he noticed the change in their demeanor immediately. Ylva was first. Her crouch turned into an almost predatory posture. Like a wolf, ready to charge. He wouldn't have been surprised to see her snarl.
Then, just a second later, Ianto tensed, a muscle in his jaw jumped and he cocked his head, almost as if listening to something Jack would probably never be able to hear.
Almost as a reflex, Jacks hand wandered to his Webley, but Iantos slightly raised hand stopped him. Too many eyes on them.
Ylva stood up, obviously trying to look casual, but the set of her jaw and shoulders told Jack otherwise. She threw them a quick look, that clearly said: Stay put! and then walked over to the tape on the other side of the crime scene. The police officers lifted it for her and she threaded through the crowd, avoiding the questions of the media quite effectively.
Jack looked over at Ianto, who was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, torn between the command given to him and the concern for her. "Screw this, I am not letting her out of my sight!", Jack stated, heading after her.
Somehow, it was much more difficult for him to get through the mass of people. He had to push and shove, where Ylva had just glided through … as if the people had made way for her, subconciously.
A look back showed, that Ianto was following him. He too didn't seem to have much problem, so he caught up to Jack quickly. "She's going to have our asses for this.", he stated, took Jacks hand and tugged him through the crowd.
"How did you do that?", Jack asked the younger man, who threw him a sassy smile. "Aura of the wolf.", he said, shrugging slightly.
Ylva was stalking down a little alley between two buildings, her whole body ready to fight.
Ianto set of after her. "Whatever you see, please don't get involved.", he pleaded with Jack, who nodded, but was pretty sure he would not be able to keep that promise.
Jack skidded to a halt at the mouth of the alley. Ylva stood 30feet from them, her arms out to the sides, slightly crouched and facing a hunk of a man in jeans and a grey shirt. He was tall, muscular and had something scandinavian about him.
"Come back with me, like a good dog.", he spat, sneering at Ylva, his eyes flickering over her shoulder to Jack and Ianto. "If you come quietly, your little pets won't be harmed."
"Could you get any more cliché?", Ylva asked, her voice dripping with hostility. "You have no power over me anymore!"
"Now who's cliché, Fenris?", the hunk tutted and shook his head, when Ylva growled. A sound, that was not entirely human and send shivers down Jacks spine.
He felt alarmbells go off in his head. Again, this name …
"They called you Vánagandr once, what are you now?", again a sneer. "God's where afraid of you, the Inbetween bowed to your every whim, you where the best of us. Now you are merely human.", he spoke this with unbelievable disgust. "And for what?", he pointed to Jack and Ianto.
"Yes, I am merely human, so what are you afraid of?", Ylva swept her hands over herself. "I couldn't bring on your oh-so-feared Ragnarók if I wanted to. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
From one blink of an eye to the next, the blonde hunk was in front of Ylva and Jack had his weapon out and pointed at him. Over Ylvas head, the stranger smiled at him: "Oh, what are you going to do.", he chuckled slightly and looked down at the woman, still holding her ground bravely: "Why would we let you go?", he bowed down and whispered to her, so neither of the two men watching could understand.
Without a sound, the stranger vanished in a black mist and Ylva collapsed to the floor.
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