Fragments of a Shattered Life 9
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 9/28-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:
Chapter 9 Making Friends
That night would haunt Martha for years. The guards were clearly having a party which though out of sight was within her hearing. For the whole night the main part of their entertainment seemed to be abusing the prisoner. She could hear catcalls and obscenities shouted at him along with the sounds of blows and other physical acts of violence. She didn't sleep at all, just huddled on her bench hoping that they'd stop their abuse and bring him back but at the same time scared that if they did they'd take her instead.
Eventually they dragged the unconscious body of her fellow prisoner back to his cell. He was naked, covered in blood, and had been battered beyond belief. Martha could barely contain her shock. As they tossed him into his cell callously, her instincts as a doctor came to the fore. She banged on the bars of her cell, yelling at the guards. “Let me help him, I'm a doctor.”
They just laughed at her saying “That's the last thing he needs.”
But Martha didn't give up. “At least let me clean his wounds.”
One of the guards agreed with a laugh, “I guess cleaning him up would be useful.”
So 10 minutes later Martha was moved to the other prisoner's cell and given some water and a cloth. With trepidation Martha washed off the worst of the blood in order to check the major wounds. Fortunately there was nothing life threatening, though he had been systematically beaten. His face was barely recognisable, his torso slashed and heavily bruised. Martha hesitated when she got to his legs, her expression darkening as she saw the blood and semen that encrusted them.
As she was cleaning the blood from his chest, he woke up. Understandably he panicked and yanking himself away from her he threw himself to the back of his cell. “
It's OK, said Martha softly, “I'm just trying to clean you up.” She held up the cloth, “look”. She shuffled closer to him slowly but stopped at the terrified expression on his face. “It's all right, I'm a prisoner just like you, you know that don't you? I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a doctor.”
It was like calming a frightened animal but eventually he allowed her to get close and to continue to wash away the blood. Martha talked to him while she did it, more to keep him calm than in the expectation of an answer, after all she had never heard him utter a word. It was a huge surprise then when he said “Why are you helping me?”
“You can talk”, she cried. “Why did you never answer me before?”
“I didn't have a reason to” he said hesitantly.
“I'm Martha, what's your name?”
He didn't answer immediately, appearing lost in thought. Finally he whispered, “I remember now, my name was Jack.” It had been 30 years since anyone had called him anything but Subject A.
As Martha continued to clean him up she asked hesitantly, “Why don't you fight back ? Why do you let them do that to you without trying to defend yourself?”
“I can't,” he replied with despair.
“But you have to, they have to realise they can't do that.”
“But they can do it!” he practically shouted at her, “And I'm a petaq, that's what I'm supposed to do.”
“Why did the guards do that tonight ?”, she asked him, “there seemed to be something going on all day.”
Jack smiled wryly saying simply, “it's christmas, that was their party.”
Martha was so shocked, she lapsed back into silence.
Eventually, after she had finished washing him, she asked him what a petaq was. She didn't like the answer.
“I have this friend she told him quietly. He'll come for me and when he does I'll make sure he rescues you as well.”
A few hours later the guards came to take Jack. They moved Martha back to her cell. When Jack returned there were no signs of any wounds or bruises to his body at all.
Chapter 10 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/3297.html
Part: 9/28-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:
Chapter 9 Making Friends
That night would haunt Martha for years. The guards were clearly having a party which though out of sight was within her hearing. For the whole night the main part of their entertainment seemed to be abusing the prisoner. She could hear catcalls and obscenities shouted at him along with the sounds of blows and other physical acts of violence. She didn't sleep at all, just huddled on her bench hoping that they'd stop their abuse and bring him back but at the same time scared that if they did they'd take her instead.
Eventually they dragged the unconscious body of her fellow prisoner back to his cell. He was naked, covered in blood, and had been battered beyond belief. Martha could barely contain her shock. As they tossed him into his cell callously, her instincts as a doctor came to the fore. She banged on the bars of her cell, yelling at the guards. “Let me help him, I'm a doctor.”
They just laughed at her saying “That's the last thing he needs.”
But Martha didn't give up. “At least let me clean his wounds.”
One of the guards agreed with a laugh, “I guess cleaning him up would be useful.”
So 10 minutes later Martha was moved to the other prisoner's cell and given some water and a cloth. With trepidation Martha washed off the worst of the blood in order to check the major wounds. Fortunately there was nothing life threatening, though he had been systematically beaten. His face was barely recognisable, his torso slashed and heavily bruised. Martha hesitated when she got to his legs, her expression darkening as she saw the blood and semen that encrusted them.
As she was cleaning the blood from his chest, he woke up. Understandably he panicked and yanking himself away from her he threw himself to the back of his cell. “
It's OK, said Martha softly, “I'm just trying to clean you up.” She held up the cloth, “look”. She shuffled closer to him slowly but stopped at the terrified expression on his face. “It's all right, I'm a prisoner just like you, you know that don't you? I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a doctor.”
It was like calming a frightened animal but eventually he allowed her to get close and to continue to wash away the blood. Martha talked to him while she did it, more to keep him calm than in the expectation of an answer, after all she had never heard him utter a word. It was a huge surprise then when he said “Why are you helping me?”
“You can talk”, she cried. “Why did you never answer me before?”
“I didn't have a reason to” he said hesitantly.
“I'm Martha, what's your name?”
He didn't answer immediately, appearing lost in thought. Finally he whispered, “I remember now, my name was Jack.” It had been 30 years since anyone had called him anything but Subject A.
As Martha continued to clean him up she asked hesitantly, “Why don't you fight back ? Why do you let them do that to you without trying to defend yourself?”
“I can't,” he replied with despair.
“But you have to, they have to realise they can't do that.”
“But they can do it!” he practically shouted at her, “And I'm a petaq, that's what I'm supposed to do.”
“Why did the guards do that tonight ?”, she asked him, “there seemed to be something going on all day.”
Jack smiled wryly saying simply, “it's christmas, that was their party.”
Martha was so shocked, she lapsed back into silence.
Eventually, after she had finished washing him, she asked him what a petaq was. She didn't like the answer.
“I have this friend she told him quietly. He'll come for me and when he does I'll make sure he rescues you as well.”
A few hours later the guards came to take Jack. They moved Martha back to her cell. When Jack returned there were no signs of any wounds or bruises to his body at all.
Chapter 10 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/3297.html