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[timeagent_john]

He’d had enough of Jack-bloody-Harkness. Jack, who thought he was the king of the bloody galaxy, Jack, who was some sort of Saviour or god in the eyes of these… these idiots. These cavemen. Like he’d lit a fucking match and suddenly he was the inventor of fire.

Jack, who came and went as he liked. Jack, who only had time for his partner when he

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[girl_upgraded]

The girl laid still and watched the door with a blank stare. By the time the violent storm eased off, by the time simple things like seeing sight and hearing sound came back to her, she could hear that boy in the other room. She'd heard sounds like that before, in the dark, in squats around the city.

She couldn't quite pay attention to it, though. Her body was buzzing. The eels in her stomach had been replaced by flies, crawling on her and inside, between her legs. It went on and on and made her gasp. Made her weak. It made her body twitch and shake involuntarily.

Flies. Bees. Electricity. The thought of electricity in her, whether it was her head or her twat, it coaxed a dead smile from her. It was a steady sensation--predictable--and eventually her net would be able to compensate.

The flat, dead smile and the stare--not so blank as before--greeted him when the moans and cries stopped and the man came back in the room. Not the captain, but the captian was coming and this one would be sorry.

[timeagent_john]

John was surprisingly quiet as he entered the room, sitting down on the bunk the girl lay on without a word. Sometimes it seemed John liked to speak just to hear his own voice, but for the moment he was silent, rubbing her gently through the worn denim of her jeans before slowly unfastening them once again.

Com still in hand, he documented it all, leather tracing over skin as he pulled down her panties and clicked the tiny vibrator up a bit higher. She was buzzing, electric and fair, the smile on her face haunting but exactly what he wanted to see.

"Pretty little runner, who's you Captain now?" he asked, leaning over and dragging his tongue over her navel, just to see what would happen.

[girl_upgraded]

It was a shock like ICE through her whole system. She'd only fucked up twice, but the memory was so strong, so embedded, that it rocked her to the core.

"Jack," she moaned, husky and soft as she tensed and trembled all over. Cold vibrations inside and warmth washing her skin outside, it was the flesh response to an attack Inside. She needed in, she needed the cable and the security of power over the sentry.

"Jack...me," she whispered, the smile now only a muscular reflext. Her eyes rolled back and she pushed against him, pushing him away, pushing to do something other than be helpless. She wasn't helpless, not Inside.

"Bestinthesystem...don'ttouch...lemmejackin..." The words flowed from her mouth as fast as her cortex could process the information. She felt the storm brewing, twitched at the extra impulses, feared the pain of another cascade, another crash, but it didn't quite come. White around the edges, she could still see him when she looked down. His hair and his shoulders and those eyes.

"...jack..."

[more_flexible]

That was the sound he heard when he tore open the bay door. His name on the lips of a small girl, undoubtedly the next on John's list. He'd felt the gorge rise again when he'd gotten the vid com from Logan's device, and had pushed Rose faster, locked on the signal of John's strap. He'd landed with thirty-five minutes to go by John's time table and had fifteen left when he stormed into the non-descript rig.

"Let her go," his voice echoed through the hull, cold and deadly calm. It wasn't just a command, it was a threat and a promise wrapped in three little words. The damage was done to Logan, as far as he knew. Rave...there was no way she was getting away without damage, even if it was only the tenderest caress.

[timeagent_john]

John had been about to let loose, his hand wrapped tight around the twitchy little bitch's throat, ready to make her forget all about Jack, even if he had to kill her to do it. Of course, that's when he turned up. The bastard was always ruining his fun.

Ruining everything.

Dragging her from the bed, still half dressed and buzzing, John pulled the girl into the main room, weapon drawn and gloved fingers still tight around her neck.

"You're early," he said, the weapon pointed at the girl's skull, then down at the boy still bound and twisting in the shadows on the deck.

"Looks like you get to keep one," he grinned, tightening his grip on the girl's neck as he kept her close. "You take one home, and the other one dies right here, right now. Who's it going to be Jack? Which is worth saving? Your pretty little runner, or the broken boy you already saved once? Hard choice, I know. I can see why you'd want to keep them both... They really have been So. Much. Fun."

[more_flexible]

Jack took in the sight of Logan, naked and trussed, still drugged. Rave against John, her pants around her thighs and shirts splayed open where the blade had given the agent access. There wasn't a choice to be made. With the gun that close, the girl's brain would be all over the bulkhead if he leveled his own weapon. Logan could die just as easily if John simply dropped his arm.

But Jack had so many secrets. So many. He holstered his weapon and lifted his arm, flipping open the covering to the strap.

"How about option three," he smirked and pressed a button, triggering the chip in John's arm. Big mistake, telling Jack just enough to go looking for more. One press of a button and Jack dialed it up worse than the man who'd put it in there had considered.

[timeagent_john]

John swore as the pain shot through him, dropping the girl and squeezing the trigger... tragically wounding a metal beam. He held his arm, letting out a sound of totally agony. Dropping to his knees he began clawing at skin to make it stop, nails biting into flesh as he hissed and shook.

His body contorted awkwardly as it tried to adjust, sharp angles and strange curves as he doubled over gasping.

[more_flexible]

Jack let him twitch, the signal from his strap sustained and fluctuating. It bought him time, if nothing else. He untied both of the prisoners and even though he had inflicted similar abuse on other people, it turned his stomach to undo what John had done. He pulled the vibrator from the girl and tossed it away to let it buzz and clatter on the grating. He was careful to touch her as little as possible, but it was clear he wasn't going to do much more damage to her

[timeagent_john]

John watched, unable to do a thing as the kids were untied and carefully tended to, lifted and looked after like porcelain dolls.

His body was shaking when the pain finally stopped, the bonds unnecessary as he wasn't sure he could move even if he wanted to. When Jack's boot connected with his side, John hardly felt it, body twisting as he panted and tried to answer, Even nude bound and broken, John was a stubborn bastard, and he managed to force a smirk as he carefully rolled his shoulders. "Could be going better," he admitted. "What are you going to do, Jack?" he asked. "Damage is done, you didn't save anyone this time, you failed. I won."

His body screamed in pain as he shook with laughter. He ignored it though, gritting his teeth as he continued. "You used to be one step ahead of me, looks like you're getting slow, Jack. ...Did you get my message? Only wish I'd had time to show you the girl as well. You should see her when she comes, Jack, it's like fireworks."

[more_flexible]

The boot fell again, sinking into the soft flesh of John's gut. The agency had conditioned them both to distance themselves from this sort of violence, but they both took sick pleasure in it. Sick pleasure was at the other end of the spectrum from anger. From rage. Rage worked against you with torture Rage made you sloppy. Rage made you keep going after the pleasure was long gone and the intel gathered and used. Rage made you look like Jack

[timeagent_john]

"And you'll be giving me everything I want," John replied, breathless but smiling as he stretched and pulled on his bonds. "Go on, Jack, hurt me, kill me," he purred, his cock twitching to life despite the threats and impending doom.

"You think I didn't consider it could end this way?" he asked. "If there's one thing I have, Jack, it's faith in you. I knew you'd come, I knew you'd find me, and I knew someone would die. To be fair, I was hoping it would be one of your little playmates... But I never took myself off the list of possibilities. You want to take those things from me Jack, but you can't see, can you? You have them already, have done for centuries now. The years don't fall in order, but they add up, and you've had me. Everything I've done has been about you. Every person I've fucked, killed or touched... it was for you. Every inch of me burns when I look at you, and you never see it. If this is what it takes though... If this is what makes me matter, then DO IT. Kill me. Slowly, quickly, I don't care, just do it."

[more_flexible]

That got him to smirk and stroke John's cheek, almost affectionately.

"Just hang out for a while. I've got other things to do."

That was it--one light touch, one tender invitation, and Jack walked away and left John all alone in favor of checking on Logan.

[runaway_logan]

Between the ache and the pain there was want, and Logan looked flush ed as he trailed his fingertips slowly up his own arm, the sensation making him gasp. His eyes were still glassy, but he was coming around, aware of what had happened but still struggling to logic it all out.

He didn't bother hiding his nudity as Jack entered the room, squinting and then blinking as he slowly sat up.

"Maybe I shouldn't have fired that security team after all," he said, running his hand over his knees as he looked at Jack.

[more_flexible]

"He just would have shot them," Jack replied, dropping to his knees to be at eye level. He reached up th brush swaety curls back from Logan's forehead and wiped away come from his cheek. Maybe the drugs were a small mercy. Logan, for all he looked abused, didn't look like he was deeply traumatized.

"How are you feeling?"

[runaway_logan]

Logan leaned into the touch more than he would have usually, unaware of the come and the sweat as he leaned into Jack's palm, moaning softly.

"Hot," he said quietly. "Warm, tired... sore."

And wanting, he was still wanting, despite the pain and humiliation. He turned his head to press his lips to Jack's fingertips, tongue darting out and tasting. The mark on his neck when John had stabbed him with the needle was purple and angry, and he fingered it gently, gasping at the small spark of pain. Everything felt good, even the ache in his ass and the burns on his wrists.

[more_flexible]

"Logan..." he replied, chiding softly, pity and understanding lacing his voice. He knew there was no way the kid could control himself, not with the shit still in his blood.

But he didn't pull away. He brushed his fingers across Logan's lips, his other hand coming up to cradle his jaw. "You're safe now. I got you. We'll get you back to the Rose and she'll fix you right up. You won't be sore anymore," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.