The Chosen One

Jason

Ianto pushed the rusted warehouse door open. After all these years, he never expected to return to this warehouse, where everything started. It honestly felt like Jason was taunting him, choosing this place to set up his base. The warehouse looked the same as ever, still broken and about to fall apart. He couldn't see Jason, but he could sense that he was here, somewhere, watching over him until he was ready to strike. Ianto's only advantage was he knew all the different ways that they can kill a fae. It was his only advantage to prevent Jason from killing him.

"Oooh well lookie here? I smell a rat in a rat trap. To think that just attempting to capture a friend would draw you out, I would have done it months ago," Jason said laughing as he watched overhead as Ianto walked into the warehouse.

"Charming place you've got" Ianto said his eyes trailed around his surrounding, counting all escape routes or if there were any traps lying around.

"I know, I thought it was the perfect place to become your grave," Jason smirked.

"I would ask why you're doing this, but I've gone past the point of caring" Ianto said, pulling his jacket off and throwing it over an unoccupied chair. He came here to finish this, and that's all he cared about.

"Like I would blab about my plans to you. The fae might not use them but I'm sure if Torchwood knew you were here then they would kit you out with some listening device why do you think I never told the bitch Cooper everything. I expected you to capture her and that would draw you to me. I needed you to figure out where I was hiding without the other fae realising it... well until it's too late that is," Jason smirked jumping down from his perch and landed in front of Ianto.

"Are you really that dumb, do you think I would be here if Torchwood or the Fae knew," Ianto said, scoffing at the mere thought, "No one knows I'm here. There too busy dealing with the mess Cooper made".

"I'm sure you've noticed by now that there is a seal around this warehouse. No fae can get in until one of us dies and when I said one of us, I mean you and you can't leave. You will die here Ianto Jones, I will see to that," Jason said. Falling into a fighting stance.

"I don't plan on dying today. I think it's time we finally finish this," Ianto said, glaring at Jason.

Jason smirked before dropping a fraction of his weight onto his heels to throw himself backwards to avoid the sudden roundhouse kick attack from Ianto. Jason summoned a fireball and threw it at Ianto. Ianto darted to the side, barely missing the fireball as it hurtled towards the roof of the warehouse. Ianto barely paid it any attention as he drew his fists up and punched Jason's face, enjoying the crack of his nose when Ianto's fist made contact.

Ianto and Jason continued to dodge each other's attacks, throwing everything at each other, trying to knock the other off their feet so they could finish the other off. Ianto was slowly gaining the upper hand. His experience and control were slowly wearing Jason down until...

'Shit' Ianto thought as he heard the sound of metal giving way and a steel support bar fell onto him pinning his chest and left arm to the ground. Ianto struggled, trying to use his free right arm to lift the beam off him, but he couldn't get the strength to move it fully without trapping something else. Without even trying to move his left arm, Ianto could tell he had broken it and he wouldn't shock him if some of his ribs were.

"It looks like your trapped" Jason giggled as he stalked over to Ianto's trapped form with the look of glee on his face. "I never thought it would be this easy. Goodbye Ianto Jones".

"You're such an idiot" Ianto choked out as Jason stepped on his right arm pinning it down.

"What?" Jason said. Looking down at the trapped fae as if, after all these years. He had finally lost it.