Yeah, first ever post... This ones for you 21stCenturyGirl... even though you read it earlier...
Earth in the year 100200 was not much better than 100 years previously. After his glimpse of the suffocating world from the window aboard Satellite 5 the Doctor had felt drawn to the era, not that there was anything he could do: alien threats he could deal with, but human nature was something he definitely wasn't going to tackle. It was more, he reasoned, that the first time he had visited and 'sorted things out' everything had only grown a lot worse by his next visit a century later. So you can imagine his surprise, and slight hint of amusement at his ex-companions tendency to get into trouble, when he heard of the immortal man the government had hostage. After a quick investigation be determined it was definitely Jack, no other being he knew of had those same abilities. He sighed, this wouldn't be the first time the old time agent had got himself kidnapped, and it definitely wasn't the first the Doctor had been left to go rescue him. He was being held under maximum security in the base of an organisation which had once been known as UNIT. Despite over a hundred years of dissecting, vivisecting and doing god knows what else to the man the scientists were apparently no closer to discovering the secret behind his everlasting life, so they'd resorted to using him as a walking organ machine: just ripping him open and taking organs for transplant when they needed them. There was no doubt he was a miracle and great medical asset to the human race, but eternal life was not something they were ever meant to possess; it was bad enough that one man had it. Of course it was little trouble getting in- psychic paper really was a god send in situations like this- and soon 'Doctor Smith was being show through the reinforced corridors of the bases prison facility to the cell of the prisoner. "Subject 16 is still unconscious from surgery" the general who had been the Doctors guide explained, the time lord couldn't help a grimace at the wording: what they were doing here was in no way surgery- surgery made people better, this was just the mindless butchering of an unfortunate man. "Just call a guard to sedate him when he wakes. He can be quite vicious" that raised a small smile; of course Jack would still be his usual self, even chained up in here. The door was held open for him and the Doctor stepped in; hesitant as to what state his friend would be in, dreading what sort of tortures he'd been subjected too. The room was small, simple, grey concrete from floor to ceiling with nothing but a metal bed against the far wall in which a hunched form now rested. As the Doctor stepped closer he could see words, etched in blood, spread all across the wall behind the bed: as far as the prisoner handcuffed there could reach. It was the same phrase: repeated over and over again 'Stay with me' tentatively reaching out the Doctor rolled the body over taking a step back in confusion. That wasn't Jack: this was the boy from Torchwood Cardiff, he recognised him from that video call during the Dalek attack back in 2008... This was Ianto Jones.
So hey... Um... Thanks for reading, hope you liked it... comments welcome... say anything you want... please... I'm just going to leave now... this is a little awkward