Fragments of a Shattered Life 10
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 10/28-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'm having trouble with my Teaspoon account. I don't know why but hopefully I can sort it soon. In the meantime I'll carry on posting here approximately once a week and hopefully catch up at Teaspoon later.
Chapter 10 A Friend in Need
Over the next several days Martha had no real chance to talk to Jack. The only time they were not confined in separate cells was when Jack was taken away or both of them were taken to the machine room. Although Martha tried to talk to him across the corridor he never replied. However she did see him shooting her a few surreptitious glances usually accompanied by a confused expression.
Everything changed one day when the guards decided to “play” with Martha instead of Jack. Jack was not in his cell, having been taken away several hours previously. Three guards approached her cell, two of them she recognised as those who had assaulted Jack in his cell. In panic she backed away as far as she could, searching around desperately for anything that could be used as a weapon. She wasn't going to be like Jack she was going to fight them! Of course there was nothing she could use. The sleeping bench was fixed firmly to the wall as were all the other features of the cell. So unarmed it would be then.
It was hopeless of course, two of the guards had her pinned against the wall in seconds. She struggled violently, yelling and screaming but they were trained professionals and even the moves she had learned travelling with the Doctor were useless against them. In the distance she saw more guards approaching. They were bringing Jack back to his cell. She knew there would be no help from him though. He never disobeyed orders even when they were abusing him.
Jack's guards ordered him to a stop outside his cell as they unlocked it. He obeyed, his eyes downcast as usual, even though he couldn't have failed to notice the fracas from Martha's cell. As he was ordered to enter his cell he started to obey but suddenly spun around and grabbing the nearest guard, snapped his neck. Before his other two guards could get over their shock he had grabbed each of them and banged their heads together so hard he may well have cracked their skulls. Grabbing the gun off one of them he shot each of the three guards in Martha's cell before they even had a chance to turn around. Two fell dead but one was only wounded and hit the alarm button on his belt.
The effect on Jack was instantaneous. He went down as if poleaxed with a wordless scream dropping the gun as he fell. Martha watched in horror as he writhed in agony and another eight guards pounded down the corridor and surrounded both Jack and her.
Needless to say they weren't happy. Martha was backhanded in the face and thrown face down on the floor of her cell as they removed the dead and wounded guards. They slammed the cell door and locked it before turning their attention to Jack.
He still lay where he had fallen, oblivious to anything except pain. “You're going to regret this, freak” snarled one of the guards kicking him in the face. “Have you forgotten what we can do to you!”
They left Jack laying in the corridor while they tended the wounded guards. The alarms remained shrieking as they did so. Martha rushed to the front of her cell crying and calling Jack's name. He gave no response.
After half an hour the alarms were suddenly silenced. The moment they stopped Jack ceased his agonised convulsions and lay in a quivering heap. By this time Martha's sobs had subsided a little. Again she cried out to him.
“Take Subject A to level 2” came the order over the tannoy. The two guards who remained in the corridor picked Jack up by the arms and dragged him away.
Chapter 11 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/3524.html
Part: 10/28-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'm having trouble with my Teaspoon account. I don't know why but hopefully I can sort it soon. In the meantime I'll carry on posting here approximately once a week and hopefully catch up at Teaspoon later.
Chapter 10 A Friend in Need
Over the next several days Martha had no real chance to talk to Jack. The only time they were not confined in separate cells was when Jack was taken away or both of them were taken to the machine room. Although Martha tried to talk to him across the corridor he never replied. However she did see him shooting her a few surreptitious glances usually accompanied by a confused expression.
Everything changed one day when the guards decided to “play” with Martha instead of Jack. Jack was not in his cell, having been taken away several hours previously. Three guards approached her cell, two of them she recognised as those who had assaulted Jack in his cell. In panic she backed away as far as she could, searching around desperately for anything that could be used as a weapon. She wasn't going to be like Jack she was going to fight them! Of course there was nothing she could use. The sleeping bench was fixed firmly to the wall as were all the other features of the cell. So unarmed it would be then.
It was hopeless of course, two of the guards had her pinned against the wall in seconds. She struggled violently, yelling and screaming but they were trained professionals and even the moves she had learned travelling with the Doctor were useless against them. In the distance she saw more guards approaching. They were bringing Jack back to his cell. She knew there would be no help from him though. He never disobeyed orders even when they were abusing him.
Jack's guards ordered him to a stop outside his cell as they unlocked it. He obeyed, his eyes downcast as usual, even though he couldn't have failed to notice the fracas from Martha's cell. As he was ordered to enter his cell he started to obey but suddenly spun around and grabbing the nearest guard, snapped his neck. Before his other two guards could get over their shock he had grabbed each of them and banged their heads together so hard he may well have cracked their skulls. Grabbing the gun off one of them he shot each of the three guards in Martha's cell before they even had a chance to turn around. Two fell dead but one was only wounded and hit the alarm button on his belt.
The effect on Jack was instantaneous. He went down as if poleaxed with a wordless scream dropping the gun as he fell. Martha watched in horror as he writhed in agony and another eight guards pounded down the corridor and surrounded both Jack and her.
Needless to say they weren't happy. Martha was backhanded in the face and thrown face down on the floor of her cell as they removed the dead and wounded guards. They slammed the cell door and locked it before turning their attention to Jack.
He still lay where he had fallen, oblivious to anything except pain. “You're going to regret this, freak” snarled one of the guards kicking him in the face. “Have you forgotten what we can do to you!”
They left Jack laying in the corridor while they tended the wounded guards. The alarms remained shrieking as they did so. Martha rushed to the front of her cell crying and calling Jack's name. He gave no response.
After half an hour the alarms were suddenly silenced. The moment they stopped Jack ceased his agonised convulsions and lay in a quivering heap. By this time Martha's sobs had subsided a little. Again she cried out to him.
“Take Subject A to level 2” came the order over the tannoy. The two guards who remained in the corridor picked Jack up by the arms and dragged him away.
Chapter 11 here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/3524.html