Fragments of a Shattered Life 3
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 3/28-ish
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Rose Tyler
Summary: The Doctor and Rose run into Jack after POTW but all is not as it seems. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I should note that in this story the Doctor knows that Jack was resurrected on Satellite 5 and ran from him, but he has not realised that Jack is immortal.
The “not family” reference refers to a story I read here on Teaspoon where the Doctor and Rose rescue Jack from a prison and say to him “We're family. We will always come for you.” I am ashamed to admit I cant find that story or remember the author to give proper credit.
Chapter 3: A Dissatisfied Customer
A week later found the Doctor entering the Diamond Pleasure Palace. He had paid double for an early booking. He was welcomed and taken through to a large suite. The Doctor waited in the central room, a sumptuous chamber with an extra large canopied bed. After a couple of minutes Jack entered. He was richly dressed, wearing an ornate floor length robe, his hair loose and falling to his waist. A pair of gold bracelets adorned his arms.
“Welcome, my Lord," he stated with an easy smile. “Would you care for some refreshment before we commence ? We have the finest wines to choose from or I could order anything else you desire.”
The minute that he had approached the building the Doctor had been able to feel Jack. There was absolutely no doubt now that this was Jack after the Game Station. He screamed wrongness to the Doctor's senses, and he had to clamp down on his desire to flee.
“Thank you, that wont be necessary,” the Doctor replied. “I'm here because I want to talk to you.”
Jack was puzzled. “Why would you want to do that. What could you possibly want to ask me about ?” He smiled again and moved closer. “There are far more interesting things that we could do.” With that, he approached the Doctor and attempted to kiss him.
The Doctor pushed him away violently. “No, don't do that,” he cried. His reaction to the proximity of a man who had been killed and resurrected against all the laws of nature was too strong for him to control.
Jack backed off immediately. “My apologies,” he said. “Please, tell me what you would like me to do.”
“Just sit down and listen,” the Doctor requested.
Jack sat on the bed, a suggestive smile on his face.
“Still the same old Jack, I see,” remarked the Doctor dryly.
Jack was taken aback. “I'm sorry, have we met? I'm afraid I don't remember you.”
The Doctor took the plunge, all the while wishing he was anywhere else. “It's me, Jack, I've regenerated.”
“Doctor?” Jack breathed in shock.
“Yes,” the Doctor admitted.
For months when he was trapped on the Game Station, and after that on Earth itself Jack had held onto his belief in the Doctor and hoped for rescue. When he had first come to Nirvana he had still had faith that the Doctor would eventually find him. That hope had been dimmed by the passage of years and decades and was now only a fragile ember barely felt. In truth he had no longer expected the Doctor to come for him.
The Doctor's unexpected appearance now fanned that ember into flame but Jack quashed it hurriedly. He was terrified that this was some cruel trick and couldn't afford to allow that hope to germinate only to be cruelly ripped away.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
The Doctor explained briefly. “Rose and I were staying at the Sundora Palace Hotel and we saw your advert. She was desperate to come and see you but since we couldn't be sure if you were Jack before or after we met you I came alone.”
Jack's heart sank, he had almost allowed himself to hope that the Doctor had discovered that he was alive and come after him “So it was just a coincidence," he whispered, “you didn't come to Nirvana looking for me?”
“That's right,” the Doctor admitted.
Jack tried not to lose all his hope, at least the Doctor was here now. But what the Doctor said next practically broke his heart.
“I heard that you murdered 250 people.”
Jack had spent the whole time he travelled with the Doctor trying to show him that he was a good person who could be trusted. He had saved the Doctor and Rose's life on more than one occasion, loved them and, he'd thought, been loved by them. He had given his life willingly to buy the Doctor time to fight the Daleks.
But now the Doctor seemed to believe that he was a murderer. In all the fantasies Jack had ever had about a reunion with the Doctor, and there had been a lot, that had never been an issue. Apologies for leaving him behind, yes, explanations that they thought him dead, yes and happiness that they had found him again, yes. But had the months they'd spent together meant nothing? Did the Doctor have such a low opinion of Jack that he would believe that of him?
So Jack answered curtly “I was convicted.” All the while willing the Doctor to show some faith and say that he didn't believe it.
But the Doctor just continued questioning. “On what grounds.”
“I confessed,” Jack admitted with shame.
“I see,” murmured the Doctor darkly, interpreting Jack's shame as an admission of guilt. And, in the interests of getting away from Jack and his wrongness as quickly as possible, changed the subject abruptly. “Rose and I both think you should give up this profession. It's degrading and beneath you. You can do better than this, Jack.”
Jack was stunned. How could the doctor taunt him like this. “Are you mad,” Jack shouted, raising his arms so that the sleeves of the robe slipped back to show his bracelets. “I can't just walk out of here.”
“I guess it would be too difficult to give up the vast amounts of money you charge,” the Doctor said scathingly.
“I'll go away with you!” Jack cried. “Fetch the TARDIS and take me away from here.”
But the Doctor refused. “No, I won't have you on my TARDIS. You can't travel with us again.”
As that faint ember of hope finally died forever, Jack demanded the answers that had plagued him for over 100 years. “Why not? And why did you abandon me? You didn't even come back for my body!”
The revulsion he felt for Jack and the guilt he was trying to deny made the Doctor cruel and he pulled no punches. “I knew you weren't dead, Jack. I left you deliberately. You are WRONG Jack, an abomination. You make my skin crawl and I can barely stand to look at you. Even if you weren't a murderer I couldn't let you on board again. The TARDIS would have the same reaction I do.”
At this, Jack's world imploded. Throughout the years he had held on to the fact that there had been a time when he was loved, that he was worthy of love. The Doctor's words had just shattered that belief. No one would deliberately abandon someone who they loved, or even a friend, to the nightmare that was the Game Station after the Daleks had devastated it.
The small area of his heart that he had clung to for comfort in his darkest hours turned to stone. He looked at the ground for a minute while composing his mind. His training enabled him to show no emotion no matter what the provocation, and frankly he didn't want the Doctor to see how much his words had hurt him. “So, not family” he muttered to himself quietly. Just a client like any other. And with that thought he raised his head, smiled at the Doctor and walking forwards said “My Lord, how may I serve you” while pushing the robe from his shoulders so that it pooled on the floor, leaving him clad only in a golden loincloth and the bracelets.
He was a beautiful sight, more filled out than when the Doctor had last seen him but it was all superbly toned musculature, not an ounce of fat. His skin was flawless and glowing with a healthy tan. The long hair gave him an exotic look.
But despite their previous dynamic sexual relationship, the Doctor was appalled. He backed away from Jack holding his hand out to stop him approaching. “Stay away.”
Inwardly Jack started to panic. He had already risked a lot when he shouted at the Doctor, “You have paid for me,” he started, but the Doctor interrupted.
“Even if you weren't a freak of nature that makes my skin crawl, I prefer my lovers a little less...” the Doctor paused, “shop soiled.”
His heart breaking anew but desperate to have the Doctor take what he had paid for Jack tried to tempt him. “You can do anything you want, have me do anything you want. There are NO limits.”
“There's nothing I want from you,” the Doctor declared angrily. “If you wont agree to give up this disgusting life, I have nothing more to say to you.“ With that, the Doctor headed for the door, saying, “I'm asking for a refund.”
Chapter 4 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/1593.html
Part: 3/28-ish
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Rose Tyler
Summary: The Doctor and Rose run into Jack after POTW but all is not as it seems. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I should note that in this story the Doctor knows that Jack was resurrected on Satellite 5 and ran from him, but he has not realised that Jack is immortal.
The “not family” reference refers to a story I read here on Teaspoon where the Doctor and Rose rescue Jack from a prison and say to him “We're family. We will always come for you.” I am ashamed to admit I cant find that story or remember the author to give proper credit.
Chapter 3: A Dissatisfied Customer
A week later found the Doctor entering the Diamond Pleasure Palace. He had paid double for an early booking. He was welcomed and taken through to a large suite. The Doctor waited in the central room, a sumptuous chamber with an extra large canopied bed. After a couple of minutes Jack entered. He was richly dressed, wearing an ornate floor length robe, his hair loose and falling to his waist. A pair of gold bracelets adorned his arms.
“Welcome, my Lord," he stated with an easy smile. “Would you care for some refreshment before we commence ? We have the finest wines to choose from or I could order anything else you desire.”
The minute that he had approached the building the Doctor had been able to feel Jack. There was absolutely no doubt now that this was Jack after the Game Station. He screamed wrongness to the Doctor's senses, and he had to clamp down on his desire to flee.
“Thank you, that wont be necessary,” the Doctor replied. “I'm here because I want to talk to you.”
Jack was puzzled. “Why would you want to do that. What could you possibly want to ask me about ?” He smiled again and moved closer. “There are far more interesting things that we could do.” With that, he approached the Doctor and attempted to kiss him.
The Doctor pushed him away violently. “No, don't do that,” he cried. His reaction to the proximity of a man who had been killed and resurrected against all the laws of nature was too strong for him to control.
Jack backed off immediately. “My apologies,” he said. “Please, tell me what you would like me to do.”
“Just sit down and listen,” the Doctor requested.
Jack sat on the bed, a suggestive smile on his face.
“Still the same old Jack, I see,” remarked the Doctor dryly.
Jack was taken aback. “I'm sorry, have we met? I'm afraid I don't remember you.”
The Doctor took the plunge, all the while wishing he was anywhere else. “It's me, Jack, I've regenerated.”
“Doctor?” Jack breathed in shock.
“Yes,” the Doctor admitted.
For months when he was trapped on the Game Station, and after that on Earth itself Jack had held onto his belief in the Doctor and hoped for rescue. When he had first come to Nirvana he had still had faith that the Doctor would eventually find him. That hope had been dimmed by the passage of years and decades and was now only a fragile ember barely felt. In truth he had no longer expected the Doctor to come for him.
The Doctor's unexpected appearance now fanned that ember into flame but Jack quashed it hurriedly. He was terrified that this was some cruel trick and couldn't afford to allow that hope to germinate only to be cruelly ripped away.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
The Doctor explained briefly. “Rose and I were staying at the Sundora Palace Hotel and we saw your advert. She was desperate to come and see you but since we couldn't be sure if you were Jack before or after we met you I came alone.”
Jack's heart sank, he had almost allowed himself to hope that the Doctor had discovered that he was alive and come after him “So it was just a coincidence," he whispered, “you didn't come to Nirvana looking for me?”
“That's right,” the Doctor admitted.
Jack tried not to lose all his hope, at least the Doctor was here now. But what the Doctor said next practically broke his heart.
“I heard that you murdered 250 people.”
Jack had spent the whole time he travelled with the Doctor trying to show him that he was a good person who could be trusted. He had saved the Doctor and Rose's life on more than one occasion, loved them and, he'd thought, been loved by them. He had given his life willingly to buy the Doctor time to fight the Daleks.
But now the Doctor seemed to believe that he was a murderer. In all the fantasies Jack had ever had about a reunion with the Doctor, and there had been a lot, that had never been an issue. Apologies for leaving him behind, yes, explanations that they thought him dead, yes and happiness that they had found him again, yes. But had the months they'd spent together meant nothing? Did the Doctor have such a low opinion of Jack that he would believe that of him?
So Jack answered curtly “I was convicted.” All the while willing the Doctor to show some faith and say that he didn't believe it.
But the Doctor just continued questioning. “On what grounds.”
“I confessed,” Jack admitted with shame.
“I see,” murmured the Doctor darkly, interpreting Jack's shame as an admission of guilt. And, in the interests of getting away from Jack and his wrongness as quickly as possible, changed the subject abruptly. “Rose and I both think you should give up this profession. It's degrading and beneath you. You can do better than this, Jack.”
Jack was stunned. How could the doctor taunt him like this. “Are you mad,” Jack shouted, raising his arms so that the sleeves of the robe slipped back to show his bracelets. “I can't just walk out of here.”
“I guess it would be too difficult to give up the vast amounts of money you charge,” the Doctor said scathingly.
“I'll go away with you!” Jack cried. “Fetch the TARDIS and take me away from here.”
But the Doctor refused. “No, I won't have you on my TARDIS. You can't travel with us again.”
As that faint ember of hope finally died forever, Jack demanded the answers that had plagued him for over 100 years. “Why not? And why did you abandon me? You didn't even come back for my body!”
The revulsion he felt for Jack and the guilt he was trying to deny made the Doctor cruel and he pulled no punches. “I knew you weren't dead, Jack. I left you deliberately. You are WRONG Jack, an abomination. You make my skin crawl and I can barely stand to look at you. Even if you weren't a murderer I couldn't let you on board again. The TARDIS would have the same reaction I do.”
At this, Jack's world imploded. Throughout the years he had held on to the fact that there had been a time when he was loved, that he was worthy of love. The Doctor's words had just shattered that belief. No one would deliberately abandon someone who they loved, or even a friend, to the nightmare that was the Game Station after the Daleks had devastated it.
The small area of his heart that he had clung to for comfort in his darkest hours turned to stone. He looked at the ground for a minute while composing his mind. His training enabled him to show no emotion no matter what the provocation, and frankly he didn't want the Doctor to see how much his words had hurt him. “So, not family” he muttered to himself quietly. Just a client like any other. And with that thought he raised his head, smiled at the Doctor and walking forwards said “My Lord, how may I serve you” while pushing the robe from his shoulders so that it pooled on the floor, leaving him clad only in a golden loincloth and the bracelets.
He was a beautiful sight, more filled out than when the Doctor had last seen him but it was all superbly toned musculature, not an ounce of fat. His skin was flawless and glowing with a healthy tan. The long hair gave him an exotic look.
But despite their previous dynamic sexual relationship, the Doctor was appalled. He backed away from Jack holding his hand out to stop him approaching. “Stay away.”
Inwardly Jack started to panic. He had already risked a lot when he shouted at the Doctor, “You have paid for me,” he started, but the Doctor interrupted.
“Even if you weren't a freak of nature that makes my skin crawl, I prefer my lovers a little less...” the Doctor paused, “shop soiled.”
His heart breaking anew but desperate to have the Doctor take what he had paid for Jack tried to tempt him. “You can do anything you want, have me do anything you want. There are NO limits.”
“There's nothing I want from you,” the Doctor declared angrily. “If you wont agree to give up this disgusting life, I have nothing more to say to you.“ With that, the Doctor headed for the door, saying, “I'm asking for a refund.”
Chapter 4 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/1593.html