Fragments of a Shattered Life 27
Title: Fragments of a Shattered Life
Part: 27/35
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, The Master (Simm)
Summary: After POTW Jack's life takes a turn for the worse and he desperately needs help. A Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N:
In this AU the Doctor still found the Master at the end of the Universe and the Master still stole the TARDIS and ended up in London as Harold Saxon (my version of Utopia will be covered in an upcoming chapter). This chapter takes place in the 18 months the Master was on Earth before being elected prime minister.
Previous Chapter here ohinyan.livejournal.com/8156.html
Chapter 27: Memories
Ianto sighed and rubbed his eyes, his vision was beginning to blur. As was usual, in any free time he had he was searching CCTV images. Jack had been gone for months and he still hadn't found him. He'd done a good job of disappearing. None of his documentation had been used since he had left, not his passport, driving license or NI number. That left Ianto with only one option, using face recognition software on CCTV images from all round the UK. And it was horribly inaccurate. He was inundated with possible sightings of Jack. The only way to check was to trawl through each of the images himself. Tosh and Owen had been helping, but there were thousands and a huge backlog was mounting up.
Ianto got up to make himself a coffee, then returned to his laptop to flick through yet more blurry images of handsome, dark haired, men. After another hour his heart leapt. That one! That was Jack. It had been taken two months previously in London on Mile End Road. Ianto quickly ran a search on all the images he had on file to check, looking for those taken within a five mile radius of that CCTV camera. There were over fifty of them but a couple were definitely Jack. At last. Now he had a place to start looking.
* * * * * *
Harold Saxon walked around Jack, inspecting him like a bug under a microscope. “So you are the one I've been feeling whenever I drive through the East End. You're positively unnatural. You'll have to explain to me how you got like this.”
In addition to being absolutely terrified, Jack was also confused. No one but the Doctor had been able to feel his “wrongness” before. If the Doctor's people weren't all dead Jack would think it was another Time Lord.
Jack decided to play dumb. “Like what?” he asked. “I've no idea what you are talking about.”
The Master was not amused. He backhanded Jack across the face sending him sprawling to the floor. “Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about,” he hissed malevolently. “I can feel the time vortex in you. And you disgust my time sense.”
“Now tell me how you got like this !” he ordered. His demeanor had totally changed from his original joviality to powerful and terrifying.
When given an order like this by a powerful man, who claimed to be his Master, Jack's 135 years of conditioning snapped straight back into place. The mental freedom he had gained during his 3 years at Torchwood couldn't stand up to it.
Cringing and petrified, Jack could only stammer, “I don't know.”
Needless to say the Master was not pleased with that reply. Striding back over to Jack, who had struggled back to a kneeling position, he grasped Jack's head in both his hands. Arranging his fingertips at Jack's temples he said “Let's have a proper look, shall we?” and dove into his mind.
Jack had had some psychic training at the Time Agency and had some mental blocks but they were like tissue paper to the Master. He went rigid under the onslaught as the Master burned through his mind looking for the reason he was unnatural. Eventually the Master zeroed in on the events at Satellite 5, rifling through the memories systematically. Finally satisfied the Master withdrew and released Jack. In all it had taken half an hour.
As he was released Jack fell forward trembling and in a state of shock.
The Master on the other hand was practically dancing in his excitement. “So, you really don't know what happened. But you are one of the Doctor's little pets, so it must have something to do with him. Oh, and what he abandoned you to! It's too delicious.”
He turned to his henchmen and ordered them to take Jack to the room that had been prepared for him.
“We'll get better acquainted later,” he said to Jack, “ there's so many more of your memories I want to look at. But governmental affairs beckon. Work to do before it's back to the fun.”
* * * * *
Jack was taken to one of the higher floors and locked into a pleasant, medium-sized room. It contained a king-sized bed and a table and had a small bathroom en-suite. There were bars over the only window.
Jack was in despair. He could see all the progress he had made in throwing off his conditioning disappearing. If he didn't get away from this man very soon, he would fall back into the slave mentality. It was happening already!
He went over to the window and yanked on the bars as hard as he could, but they wouldn't budge. He then tried the door, but it was a very solid door with an even more solid lock. Both door and lock were probably custom made. His only chance to escape would be when someone came into the room.
As Jack waited, he pondered his captor. Could he possibly be a Time Lord? He was telepathic like the Doctor and, although the Doctor had never invaded his mind like that, who was to say that he wasn't capable of it. The Master had mentioned a time sense and the time vortex which would make sense if he was a Time Lord. He even seemed to know the Doctor which made it very likely. So the Doctor must have been wrong that they had all died. Jack couldn't bring himself to be pleased about that.
After several hours, during which Jack's tension level went through the roof, he heard someone approaching the door. This was it, his best chance to escape. As the man unlocked the door and started into the room, Jack slammed the door into him, knocking him out. He ran out of the door ready to tackle the next person and came face to face with the Master. There were no other guards so if he could just get past the Master he might escape.
Jack lunged at the Master, who just grinned and blocked him. He spun Jack around holding his arm up behind his back on the verge of breaking. He was far stronger than a human and Jack had no chance against him. The Master pushed Jack back into his room and threw him onto the bed. He turned and activated the lock on the door with his laser screwdriver. He held it up for Jack to see saying “Isomorphic controls, it only works for me so don't go getting any ideas.”
With that he pinned Jack to the bed with his body and raised his hand to Jack's temple. “Let's have a more leisurely stroll down Memory Lane shall we?” he said with a smirk.
Jack struggled to move the Master's hand away but failed, and again the Master invaded his mind.
The first thing the Master encountered in Jack's mind was a huge black pit. Formed of despair, decades of humiliation and abuse, the pain of rejection and feelings of worthlessness and self loathing, it projected an overwhelming desire to die. The Master had gone straight past it in his search for the reason for Jack's immortality before but now he looked more closely. The one bright area across the pit was a bridge, formed with Jack's memories of his time in Cardiff at Torchwood. The bridge was damaged at one end but still strong.
This time the Master moved slowly through Jack's memories. Disregarding some and concentrating on others. He saw through Jack's eyes Jack's history with the Doctor, when they were lovers, the way the Doctor had sent Jack on what was effectively a suicide mission. The Master saw how the Doctor had treated Jack after he was resurrected and how he had been condemned to a hellish immortal life. He also saw how Jack became an obedient slave in the Pleasure Palaces for over a century.
Letting go of Jack's temple after several hours had passed, the Master lay back next to him on the bed with a smile on his face. He couldn't believe his luck. Finding one of the Doctor's cast offs who was so mentally traumatised that a little mental push and a minor show of dominance would return him to the obedient slave he had been until recently. And he was a fully trained pleasure slave amongst other things. The fact that he was “wrong” was a minor inconvenience that the Master was sure he could get used to. It was easily made up for by the fact that his new toy was indestructible, though that wasn't his main interest. This man had been the Doctor's lover and was now an expert in all things sexual. The Master was a hedonist and he couldn't wait to try all the possibilities. And he was really looking forward to telling the Doctor all about it in great detail when they next met.
The Master stood up and looked down at Jack who was still recovering from the mental invasion.
Time for a little dominance.
“Get off the bed and kneel to me,” he ordered sternly.
And Jack did.
Next chapter here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/8479.html
Part: 27/35
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Explicit violence, non-con
Genre: Angst
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, The Master (Simm)
Summary: After POTW Jack's life takes a turn for the worse and he desperately needs help. A Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover. Note that this is a very dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N:
In this AU the Doctor still found the Master at the end of the Universe and the Master still stole the TARDIS and ended up in London as Harold Saxon (my version of Utopia will be covered in an upcoming chapter). This chapter takes place in the 18 months the Master was on Earth before being elected prime minister.
Previous Chapter here ohinyan.livejournal.com/8156.html
Chapter 27: Memories
Ianto sighed and rubbed his eyes, his vision was beginning to blur. As was usual, in any free time he had he was searching CCTV images. Jack had been gone for months and he still hadn't found him. He'd done a good job of disappearing. None of his documentation had been used since he had left, not his passport, driving license or NI number. That left Ianto with only one option, using face recognition software on CCTV images from all round the UK. And it was horribly inaccurate. He was inundated with possible sightings of Jack. The only way to check was to trawl through each of the images himself. Tosh and Owen had been helping, but there were thousands and a huge backlog was mounting up.
Ianto got up to make himself a coffee, then returned to his laptop to flick through yet more blurry images of handsome, dark haired, men. After another hour his heart leapt. That one! That was Jack. It had been taken two months previously in London on Mile End Road. Ianto quickly ran a search on all the images he had on file to check, looking for those taken within a five mile radius of that CCTV camera. There were over fifty of them but a couple were definitely Jack. At last. Now he had a place to start looking.
* * * * * *
Harold Saxon walked around Jack, inspecting him like a bug under a microscope. “So you are the one I've been feeling whenever I drive through the East End. You're positively unnatural. You'll have to explain to me how you got like this.”
In addition to being absolutely terrified, Jack was also confused. No one but the Doctor had been able to feel his “wrongness” before. If the Doctor's people weren't all dead Jack would think it was another Time Lord.
Jack decided to play dumb. “Like what?” he asked. “I've no idea what you are talking about.”
The Master was not amused. He backhanded Jack across the face sending him sprawling to the floor. “Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about,” he hissed malevolently. “I can feel the time vortex in you. And you disgust my time sense.”
“Now tell me how you got like this !” he ordered. His demeanor had totally changed from his original joviality to powerful and terrifying.
When given an order like this by a powerful man, who claimed to be his Master, Jack's 135 years of conditioning snapped straight back into place. The mental freedom he had gained during his 3 years at Torchwood couldn't stand up to it.
Cringing and petrified, Jack could only stammer, “I don't know.”
Needless to say the Master was not pleased with that reply. Striding back over to Jack, who had struggled back to a kneeling position, he grasped Jack's head in both his hands. Arranging his fingertips at Jack's temples he said “Let's have a proper look, shall we?” and dove into his mind.
Jack had had some psychic training at the Time Agency and had some mental blocks but they were like tissue paper to the Master. He went rigid under the onslaught as the Master burned through his mind looking for the reason he was unnatural. Eventually the Master zeroed in on the events at Satellite 5, rifling through the memories systematically. Finally satisfied the Master withdrew and released Jack. In all it had taken half an hour.
As he was released Jack fell forward trembling and in a state of shock.
The Master on the other hand was practically dancing in his excitement. “So, you really don't know what happened. But you are one of the Doctor's little pets, so it must have something to do with him. Oh, and what he abandoned you to! It's too delicious.”
He turned to his henchmen and ordered them to take Jack to the room that had been prepared for him.
“We'll get better acquainted later,” he said to Jack, “ there's so many more of your memories I want to look at. But governmental affairs beckon. Work to do before it's back to the fun.”
* * * * *
Jack was taken to one of the higher floors and locked into a pleasant, medium-sized room. It contained a king-sized bed and a table and had a small bathroom en-suite. There were bars over the only window.
Jack was in despair. He could see all the progress he had made in throwing off his conditioning disappearing. If he didn't get away from this man very soon, he would fall back into the slave mentality. It was happening already!
He went over to the window and yanked on the bars as hard as he could, but they wouldn't budge. He then tried the door, but it was a very solid door with an even more solid lock. Both door and lock were probably custom made. His only chance to escape would be when someone came into the room.
As Jack waited, he pondered his captor. Could he possibly be a Time Lord? He was telepathic like the Doctor and, although the Doctor had never invaded his mind like that, who was to say that he wasn't capable of it. The Master had mentioned a time sense and the time vortex which would make sense if he was a Time Lord. He even seemed to know the Doctor which made it very likely. So the Doctor must have been wrong that they had all died. Jack couldn't bring himself to be pleased about that.
After several hours, during which Jack's tension level went through the roof, he heard someone approaching the door. This was it, his best chance to escape. As the man unlocked the door and started into the room, Jack slammed the door into him, knocking him out. He ran out of the door ready to tackle the next person and came face to face with the Master. There were no other guards so if he could just get past the Master he might escape.
Jack lunged at the Master, who just grinned and blocked him. He spun Jack around holding his arm up behind his back on the verge of breaking. He was far stronger than a human and Jack had no chance against him. The Master pushed Jack back into his room and threw him onto the bed. He turned and activated the lock on the door with his laser screwdriver. He held it up for Jack to see saying “Isomorphic controls, it only works for me so don't go getting any ideas.”
With that he pinned Jack to the bed with his body and raised his hand to Jack's temple. “Let's have a more leisurely stroll down Memory Lane shall we?” he said with a smirk.
Jack struggled to move the Master's hand away but failed, and again the Master invaded his mind.
The first thing the Master encountered in Jack's mind was a huge black pit. Formed of despair, decades of humiliation and abuse, the pain of rejection and feelings of worthlessness and self loathing, it projected an overwhelming desire to die. The Master had gone straight past it in his search for the reason for Jack's immortality before but now he looked more closely. The one bright area across the pit was a bridge, formed with Jack's memories of his time in Cardiff at Torchwood. The bridge was damaged at one end but still strong.
This time the Master moved slowly through Jack's memories. Disregarding some and concentrating on others. He saw through Jack's eyes Jack's history with the Doctor, when they were lovers, the way the Doctor had sent Jack on what was effectively a suicide mission. The Master saw how the Doctor had treated Jack after he was resurrected and how he had been condemned to a hellish immortal life. He also saw how Jack became an obedient slave in the Pleasure Palaces for over a century.
Letting go of Jack's temple after several hours had passed, the Master lay back next to him on the bed with a smile on his face. He couldn't believe his luck. Finding one of the Doctor's cast offs who was so mentally traumatised that a little mental push and a minor show of dominance would return him to the obedient slave he had been until recently. And he was a fully trained pleasure slave amongst other things. The fact that he was “wrong” was a minor inconvenience that the Master was sure he could get used to. It was easily made up for by the fact that his new toy was indestructible, though that wasn't his main interest. This man had been the Doctor's lover and was now an expert in all things sexual. The Master was a hedonist and he couldn't wait to try all the possibilities. And he was really looking forward to telling the Doctor all about it in great detail when they next met.
The Master stood up and looked down at Jack who was still recovering from the mental invasion.
Time for a little dominance.
“Get off the bed and kneel to me,” he ordered sternly.
And Jack did.
Next chapter here: ohinyan.livejournal.com/8479.html