He leapt to the ground, light as a feather. His eyes changing to a clear, cool, blue. Rhys had signaled him, and the Raiders were close. Distractedly, he stroked Myfanwy's feathers. Even if he saved him, the other man likely still wouldn't want him. And yet, knowing this, he couldn't leave him to this fate. The sound of wagons approached and he pulled his Bo Staff from Myfanwy's side.

"Hey buddy, you and yer chicken want to move!" A gruff looking Raider shouted.

Myfanwy chirped angrily at the slight. Unbeknownst to them, she was a might more perceptive than they obviously assumed. The Prince cooed and soothed her ruffled feathers. Turning to glare at the humanoid in front of him.

"Not now I don't." Ifan snorted. "My Phoenix doesn't take kindly to insults. I don't think she'll move now." He added with a shrug. Blinking innocently, even as the Raider reached him and lifted him off his feet by his shirt.

"You're pretty. I'd rethink that if I was you."

"Awww jeez, make a girl blush. Sorry you're not my type." The Prince replied with a smile.

The Raider smiled back, chuckling, thinking this guy just didn't get it. While the phoenix, noiselessly pranced over to the tarp and pulled it off. Two sets of eyes looked up in awe of their savior. Myfanwy trilled and Ifan took the cue and out of nowhere headbutted the Raider who let the Prince drop in surprise. "Ow, son of bitch! Yer going to pay for that!" The other Raiders scrambled out, intending to back up their leader. Forgetting their prisoners completely. Missing the Phoenix sitting atop the cage and Jack trying to flirt through hums and reaching his fingers up to brush the downy feathers of her under belly. Hoping she would free them rather than wait for her master.

"You really don't know who I am do you? Honestly I'm a little insulted." Myfanwy cocked her head and let out a chirping laugh. "I do hope my lady, you're laughing at them and not me." Ifan teased. Smirking as he noticed what the man with gorgeous blue eyes was doing.

Jax was honestly waiting for the Phoenix to stick it's tongue out. The gorgeous avian seemed highly advanced. He wondered if it was some form of sentient Alien and not just a pet. His eyes skittered back to the Prince as did Fiala's. Hers showed much the same appreciation, as his did. Like so many other times, he forgot his current situation. His mind conjuring up, explicit, lured images, of the three of them in bed. The Nethran looked over at him and shook her head, he shrugged.

Myfanwy had started pulling at the ties keeping Jaxten's wrists restrained. While Ifan was fighting off the three Raiders like it was a fun sport. Suddenly the girl emerged from the covered wagon. She went to help the new pretty creature. Somehow knowing the bad humanoids, would never touch her again. The Prince noticed her as he spun back around. His eyes narrowing dangerously as he took in the state of her.

"Alright I'm done!" Ifan huffed, slipping off his shirt, the ever-present tattoo beginning to glow. "You just fucked with the wrong Avatar." The Raiders laughed, never having heard of an Avatar much less, The Avatar Prince. Jack was practically salivating and kicking himself, yet again; for his missed opportunity to bed the Prince beforehand.

Ifan twirled the staff around as Myfanwy shot a fire ball in his direction. He caught it on the staff and took it in his hand. He pointed the staff to each Raider. "Eanie, Meanie, Miney, Mo!" He attacked all three of them at the same time. Blowing the flame forward, catching them off guard as they stared at him in awe. Heedless of their screaming while they died. Then he waved his hand as if to call the fire back and it disappeared like it was never there. Then he twirled the staff between his hands, a small wind storm blowing away the ashes that remained.

Jack and Fiala had been freed. Without thinking, The Time Agent rushed to his rescuer. "That was Amazing!" Jaxten crowed, noting the Prince's eyes had returned to normal. Unable to keep the desire from swirling in his own as he stood before The Prince.

Admittedly shocked by what he saw, Ifan waived the other man off. "That, that was nothing. Wasn't even hard." The Prince scoffed with a nervous giggle. Two seconds later, his eyes rolled back and he crumpled in a dead faint. Jax catching him before he hit the ground.

"We really need to stop meeting like this." Jack mused, trailing his fingers over the Prince's cheek before leaning down to kiss him softly.

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The Freed prisoners, were nearly as week as the prince. Fiala had a broken wing and though Jax felt a power exchange when he kissed Ifan, he knew. He was nowhere close to being up for that kind of drain on his life force. He felt a little jealous, but understood when a guard climbed up the Phoenix's back to get the Prince home faster. One of the soldiers stepped up to Myfanwy. "We aim to be back by sundown. Have Harper ready two guest pools as well. It's not life or death, but they'll need them." The Phoenix chirped and took off.

Jack had some thinking to do, best he was alone to do it. Semi-alone anyway. "Well, now that we're not going to get killed for it. Tell me why you're here Fiala."

"Somehow I don't think you'd understand." Fiala snorted, rolling her eyes.

"You wound me madam. What makes you say that?" Jax pouted, holding a hand to his chest in mock offence.

"I have excellent hearing and the only reason you're not sill restrained. Being led behind us by a rope, is Fear of The Avatar Prince's wrath." She smirked, seeing his cheerful mask drop. "Per you. I shouldn't be relieved to be rescued. Unless I missed something. In which case, we'd probably deserve how you view our lifestyle and him." She sighed, she was tired, her wounds ached. Fiala didn't want to be so mean, but he had no right to look down on what he didn't understand.

"I…" For the first time in a long time he wasn't sure what to say. "I suppose it doesn't make it any better, but my partner left me stranded here. I just wanted to get back."

"Hmm partner who ditches you. Or a beautiful Prince with special powers, who would treat you like Royalty. All you have to do is keep him company."

"Well, when you put it like that." Jack honestly forgot that she still hadn't, really, answered his question.

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His eyes slowly rolled open, he muttered when he looked at Owen. "How long?"

"Three days, that jerk was asking about you, actually sounded concerned." The doctor grumbled as he sat up.

He was slightly surprised it was his bed and not the pool he was in. Time to go face the music. After that look, he wasn't quite sure what tune would be playing. "Owen, my powers are the dick bags." Ifan sighed, rubbing his face. "They reacted before I did."

"Yeah, well he's still a jerk." Owen retorted, packing up his supplies. "Just, try not to push it for a few days ok. I'll admit, you're getting back to your old level, but you're not there yet."

"Sure Owen." The Prince replied, pulling on pants and sandals. Slipping on a deep purple tunic, open ties brushing his throat. Smiling when he saw his staff resting at the end of the bed. The doctor left and he pulled out the sued and jeweled collar from his birthday. Finally he growled and flung it aside, grabbing his staff as he left his rooms.

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Jaxten was admiring the flowers in the palace garden. He looked up and blinked, startled by the grim look the Prince was wearing as he stalked towards him. "You're looking better, I was worried."

"Follow me." Ifan demanded, not slowing his stride. He didn't even look back. Steps on the paved pathways told him the other man was following. They walked in silence, a good 15 minutes.

"Um, your grace?" Jack hoped that was right. "Where are we going?" He asked not wanting to pry, but he was starting to get confused. They'd had him in a guest room. It was under armed guard, but Gods it was still better than his bunk back at the agency. A bungalow type hut came into view and he suddenly understood.

"Safe, still on palace grounds. Away from everyone. You won't be bothered here. I'll send Toshiko out with food and radio equipment. Good luck, I hope you can get in touch with your people." Ifan didn't look back to see the other man's reaction. Time apart would be good. This way he was protected, but not underfoot. The Prince was proud of himself. His voice hadn't shook once. He turned to go when a hand on his arm stopped him.

Next thing he knew large, warm hands were cupping his cheeks and he was being snogged, hard.

TBC…