Fragments of a Shattered Life 8
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 8/28-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: The angst continues. Sorry.
Chapter 8 Martha Jones
Year 200,206
Many groups and individuals were interested in buying an immortal man. They varied from ultra rich individuals who wanted their own personal indestructible pleasure slave to massive industrial conglomerates with no conscience that had research projects where such a man would be invaluable.
The eventual winner, paying 900 million credits, was the Astratech Research Corporation (ARC) who specialised in weapons systems and temporal mechanics.
Jack was transferred to ARC jurisdiction 8 months after the Doctor visited Nirvana and was given the designation, Subject A. As a gesture of goodwill the Consortium left the bracelets in place and gave the controls to the ARC representatives.
30 years later (year 200,236)
Martha Jones ran. She had escaped the guards who had delivered her to the research station but was lost in the corridors and to be honest had no clear goal in mind. The Doctor and the TARDIS were back on a different planet and had no idea what had happened to her.
Predictably she didn't get far before the guards cornered her again. Handcuffing her and marching her to the cell block they threw her into a vacant cell violently. She crashed roughly to the floor unable to save herself because of the handcuffs. As they left she rolled to her knees and sat up gingerly. She was in a bare cell, with bars along the front wall allowing her to see a long way down the cell block. It was almost empty, the only other current inmate being a man with short, dark hair in a cell diagonally opposite hers. He was lying on the floor unmoving. She shouted to him asking what this place was but he didn't react. Eventually she gave up and slept on the narrow bench in the cell.
After several hours she was woken by a loud gasp from the opposite cell. She looked up and saw that the man had moved. She called to him frantically. “Hey, can you tell me where we are, what this place is ? What do these people want with us?”
The man turned towards her, saying nothing, but she stepped back in shock as she saw his face. His eyes were dead. He gazed at her for a few seconds then turned away. He retreated to the far corner of his cell, hugged his knees and proceeded to ignore her.
It was several hours before the guards came back for her, and in the whole time the man never moved again.
Martha was escorted to a room with complex machinery. They removed the handcuffs but to her horror she was strapped down onto a table at the centre of the main machine. She watched in terror as a technician threw a switch which turned the machine on. Expecting something horrible to happen Martha screamed but soon sagged in relief as all the machine did was beep several times.
“It's confirmed” the technician stated, “she's infused with temporal energy, just like Subject A”.
It had been a very welcome but unexpected bonus for ARC that the subject they had purchased to be used in advanced weapons testing had also turned out to be saturated with temporal energy. He had been used in their attempts to create a space/time rift in the lab. The weapons techs were not willing to give up their experimental subject so easily, so a time share agreement was reached between the two. Subject A was kept in the temporal mechanics cell block but used by weapons testing department whenever he was available.
The following day, the guards came for Martha and Subject A. She tried to fight them but the man obeyed every command he was given instantly barely raising his eyes from the floor at any time. They were taken to a room with two surgical beds attached by a complex array of machinery to a central column. Each of them was securely strapped to a bed with restraints at neck, wrists and ankles. This time when the machine was turned on it hurt like hell. Martha screamed till her voice was hoarse and then passed into blessed unconsciousness. The man never uttered a sound.
When Martha awoke she was back in her cell lying on the floor. She hurt all over but seemed to have no obvious injuries. She looked over at her fellow prisoner. He seemed fine but was back huddled in his corner again.
She tried again to talk to him. “What was that about, do you know what they are doing?” She got no response and would have thought that the TARDIS translation circuits weren't working except that she could understand the guards perfectly well and they could understand her.
They took the other prisoner away far more often than they did her. Too often though she was dragged along to the room with the machine as he walked alongside. As they were both strapped down and the machines activated Martha noticed that the strange apparition in the air that the machine generated was getting significantly bigger and (for the lack of a more scientific term) more swirly.
A week had gone by with much the same routine. But that night Martha was woken by laughter from the opposite cell. She opened her eyes to see three guards, one just outside the cell, and two inside with the prisoner. One of the guards was saying, “Come on you know what to do” and the man responded by kneeling in front of him and undoing the guard's belt. Martha lay very still and averted her eyes at this point, trying very hard not to draw attention to herself. As things heated up in the other cell she lay petrified. The first guard gave a loud groan then moved away from the prisoner. She heard the second guard order him to strip and lean with his hands against the wall. “Get your legs apart”, the guard snarled. Then there was a litany of grunts, groans and curses that seemed to go on forever. Eventually the guards left, laughing, and when Martha dared look again the man was back huddled in his corner, unmoving.
Oh God Doctor, you've got to come for me soon, thought Martha desperately.
After that things went on as usual for the next several days. Then came one day where the guards seemed unusually happy. Subject A on the other hand was unusually jittery, pacing his cell and actually showing some emotion for once; fear.
That night, before Martha was asleep, five guards came down the corridor. Terrified Martha shrank back in her cell but the guards ignored her and converged on the other prisoner. To her shame Martha felt nothing but relief at this. As the guards had entered the corridor the prisoner's whole demeanor had changed. Gone were the jitteriness and fear and instead he appeared perfectly at ease. He walked calmly down the corridor with the guards and out of sight.
Chapter 9 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/2938.html
Part: 8/28-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: The angst continues. Sorry.
Chapter 8 Martha Jones
Year 200,206
Many groups and individuals were interested in buying an immortal man. They varied from ultra rich individuals who wanted their own personal indestructible pleasure slave to massive industrial conglomerates with no conscience that had research projects where such a man would be invaluable.
The eventual winner, paying 900 million credits, was the Astratech Research Corporation (ARC) who specialised in weapons systems and temporal mechanics.
Jack was transferred to ARC jurisdiction 8 months after the Doctor visited Nirvana and was given the designation, Subject A. As a gesture of goodwill the Consortium left the bracelets in place and gave the controls to the ARC representatives.
30 years later (year 200,236)
Martha Jones ran. She had escaped the guards who had delivered her to the research station but was lost in the corridors and to be honest had no clear goal in mind. The Doctor and the TARDIS were back on a different planet and had no idea what had happened to her.
Predictably she didn't get far before the guards cornered her again. Handcuffing her and marching her to the cell block they threw her into a vacant cell violently. She crashed roughly to the floor unable to save herself because of the handcuffs. As they left she rolled to her knees and sat up gingerly. She was in a bare cell, with bars along the front wall allowing her to see a long way down the cell block. It was almost empty, the only other current inmate being a man with short, dark hair in a cell diagonally opposite hers. He was lying on the floor unmoving. She shouted to him asking what this place was but he didn't react. Eventually she gave up and slept on the narrow bench in the cell.
After several hours she was woken by a loud gasp from the opposite cell. She looked up and saw that the man had moved. She called to him frantically. “Hey, can you tell me where we are, what this place is ? What do these people want with us?”
The man turned towards her, saying nothing, but she stepped back in shock as she saw his face. His eyes were dead. He gazed at her for a few seconds then turned away. He retreated to the far corner of his cell, hugged his knees and proceeded to ignore her.
It was several hours before the guards came back for her, and in the whole time the man never moved again.
Martha was escorted to a room with complex machinery. They removed the handcuffs but to her horror she was strapped down onto a table at the centre of the main machine. She watched in terror as a technician threw a switch which turned the machine on. Expecting something horrible to happen Martha screamed but soon sagged in relief as all the machine did was beep several times.
“It's confirmed” the technician stated, “she's infused with temporal energy, just like Subject A”.
It had been a very welcome but unexpected bonus for ARC that the subject they had purchased to be used in advanced weapons testing had also turned out to be saturated with temporal energy. He had been used in their attempts to create a space/time rift in the lab. The weapons techs were not willing to give up their experimental subject so easily, so a time share agreement was reached between the two. Subject A was kept in the temporal mechanics cell block but used by weapons testing department whenever he was available.
The following day, the guards came for Martha and Subject A. She tried to fight them but the man obeyed every command he was given instantly barely raising his eyes from the floor at any time. They were taken to a room with two surgical beds attached by a complex array of machinery to a central column. Each of them was securely strapped to a bed with restraints at neck, wrists and ankles. This time when the machine was turned on it hurt like hell. Martha screamed till her voice was hoarse and then passed into blessed unconsciousness. The man never uttered a sound.
When Martha awoke she was back in her cell lying on the floor. She hurt all over but seemed to have no obvious injuries. She looked over at her fellow prisoner. He seemed fine but was back huddled in his corner again.
She tried again to talk to him. “What was that about, do you know what they are doing?” She got no response and would have thought that the TARDIS translation circuits weren't working except that she could understand the guards perfectly well and they could understand her.
They took the other prisoner away far more often than they did her. Too often though she was dragged along to the room with the machine as he walked alongside. As they were both strapped down and the machines activated Martha noticed that the strange apparition in the air that the machine generated was getting significantly bigger and (for the lack of a more scientific term) more swirly.
A week had gone by with much the same routine. But that night Martha was woken by laughter from the opposite cell. She opened her eyes to see three guards, one just outside the cell, and two inside with the prisoner. One of the guards was saying, “Come on you know what to do” and the man responded by kneeling in front of him and undoing the guard's belt. Martha lay very still and averted her eyes at this point, trying very hard not to draw attention to herself. As things heated up in the other cell she lay petrified. The first guard gave a loud groan then moved away from the prisoner. She heard the second guard order him to strip and lean with his hands against the wall. “Get your legs apart”, the guard snarled. Then there was a litany of grunts, groans and curses that seemed to go on forever. Eventually the guards left, laughing, and when Martha dared look again the man was back huddled in his corner, unmoving.
Oh God Doctor, you've got to come for me soon, thought Martha desperately.
After that things went on as usual for the next several days. Then came one day where the guards seemed unusually happy. Subject A on the other hand was unusually jittery, pacing his cell and actually showing some emotion for once; fear.
That night, before Martha was asleep, five guards came down the corridor. Terrified Martha shrank back in her cell but the guards ignored her and converged on the other prisoner. To her shame Martha felt nothing but relief at this. As the guards had entered the corridor the prisoner's whole demeanor had changed. Gone were the jitteriness and fear and instead he appeared perfectly at ease. He walked calmly down the corridor with the guards and out of sight.
Chapter 9 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/2938.html