A/N: I came up with this idea after reading my friend Carol's story called All Hands. She's Ninewood and her story is on Teaspoon if you want to check it out. Her story centered around the severed hand being sentient and interacting with the Doctor and Donna. I came up with a few ideas of my own for a sentient severed hand and Carol gave me permission to use her idea and run with it. So this is the result.
Chapter One
What had he ever done to deserve this?
Once upon a time he had been the Doctor's hand, his true hand, regenerated and brand new. Then it happened…one blow from a Sycorax's sword sent him plummeting to the ground. The impact of it somehow jarred the little hand into life. For some odd reason, he could now see and feel and think even though he had no eyes or brain. He figured it was a testament to the power contained within the Doctor that his own body parts could live on their own. Then again, it could just be a really weird, impossible occurrence.
Anyway, he had just been preparing to get up on his fingers and walk away to begin his new life when he suddenly saw a familiar face approaching him. He played possum and lay perfectly still hoping he would pass him by but instead Jack Harkness stopped and picked him up. The hand kept still while Jack turned him over and touched him. Then he looked up at the Sycorax ship high overhead and grinned.
"I bet I know who you belong to, little friend," Jack said. "And if I'm right, you can be of use to me. I'll find a way to get back to the Doc if it's the last thing I do."
The hand wondered what that meant and what possible use Harkness could have for him. Jack walked a block over to a black SUV and climbed inside the driver's side. He laid the hand on the passenger side. The hand quite liked the feel of the seat after the cold hard ground he had landed on. Suddenly, he felt Jack's fingers stroking the back of him and he suddenly wondered if this use he had in mind was sexual and if so, how could he stop him before he ended up with his fingers in Harkness's anus. He debated whether he should run across Jack's lap and leap down out of the car before Jack closed his door. The hand lay there, unsure of what to do, while Jack started the car up and drove off.
Jack slowly walked through the Hub, keeping alert for his team. He kept the hand underneath his long coat hoping he'd be able to keep it out of sight long enough to get it to the lab and into a container. He realized it was a bit weird and disturbing to take the Doctor's severed hand for a possible Doctor Detector machine he had in mind but he just had to know why the Doc had abandoned him, plus that kiss they had shared made him hungry for more. He knew the Doctor fancied Rose but he figured he could be accommodating and let him have a kiss or two every so often as long as he let Rose have the lion's share of the snogging.
He reached the lab without detection. He laid the hand on the table and quickly threw his coat over it while he went to look for a container. Five minutes later he found a large glass jar in storage and rifled through a large cupboard for a liquid solution that would preserve it indefinitely.
The hand lay under the coat pondering its next move. Tentatively, it tried to pull itself along but the metal table was too slick and he wasn't able to move, not without rising up on his fingertips and that was the last thing he wanted to do since Jack was so fixated on him at this moment. The hand heard something hard slam down on the table beside him and wondered what the hell was going on. He listened while something was being poured and for one terrifying moment he imagined Harkness pouring an entire fifth of Jack Daniels into a jug and getting himself completely pissed before having sex with him. Then the coat was lifted off of him and he could see a glass and metal jar beside him that was filled with some kind of clear fluid. Again, he wondered if this was a tall jar of vodka when suddenly Jack grabbed him and without a word plopped him down into the solution. The hand thanked the gods that he didn't have a mouth or nose and couldn't drown. Still, it was uncomfortable being submerged in whatever he was submerged in. Even more disturbing, Jack put a lid on the jar, trapping him inside. He watched helplessly while Jack bent over and stared at him through the glass with a lopsided smile on his face and what he swore was a look of lust that chilled him to his finger bones. Jack leaned back up, grabbed the jar and the hand watched while he carried him to a corner of the lab. For the next hour or so, Jack busied himself making his Doctor Detector as he called it and when he was finally finished, he told himself that he needed to test it out and left the room. The hand, seeing an opportunity, flexed its fingers rapidly and swum to the top of the jar. He put his fingers on the underside of the lid and pushed off hard. The severed wrist part of him hit bottom and bounced him back up to the top. He made a fist intending to smash his way out but the fluid slowed his momentum and he lightly hit the underside of the lid and floated back down. Inwardly sighing, the hand rested for a moment while it thought about what to do.
Then to his amazement, Jack came back in the room carrying a clear plastic container. He opened it up in front of the jar and the hand was stunned when he pulled out a pair of the Doctor's Y-fronts. He was even more stunned when he heard a dinging noise and Jack became ecstatic.
"Yes! It works!" he said, pumping his fist. "Now I just have to put this baby in a safe place where the team can't find it while I wait for the Doc to come back to the rift and set it off."
The hand watched while Jack started to put the underwear back. He wondered briefly where and when Jack got his hands on the Doctor's underwear and then decided he didn't want to know. Jack paused in the middle of putting the underwear back and then to the hand's horror, he suddenly put the underwear up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He let out a shuddering sigh before putting the underwear back in the container. The hand heard him patting the top of the jar and watched him leave the room. At a loss for what to do, the hand floated quietly in his solution trying to come up with a solution to his odd predicament that would let him leave his prison before he became some kind of odd sex toy for the omnisexual Captain Harkness.