When Jack woke up, he was alone, as far as he knew anyway and in a dark room, tied to a wooden chair. "So the freak awakens!" a taunting voice echoed through the shadows. An eerie,
child like voice, it had a strange effect on Jack, like he was alone in a dark city, but the shadows were moving, eyes constantly watching him. Shaking his head he looked around for the smallest flicker of movement in the darkness, but there was nothing. Then came the footsteps. First from behind, the in front, they were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "Can you see me, Handsome Jack?" that name, where had he heard it before? Then realization struck, he wasn't alone, he was just in the middle of one of the Masters silly little games.

"I can see you. All of you, even the things you don't want me to see" Pain shot through Jacks head like nothing he had felt before, never this painful at least; he knew what the Master was doing. He had done it before on the Valliant. He tried, again, to put up mental doors, keeping the Master out, but his efforts were futile against the only time lords. He was reading his memories and crashing down his defenses as easily as reading an open book. He could hear the gentle laughs coming from all around him as more memories were opened up; the painful memories seemed to be the master's favorite so far.

Ones of the tortures he put Jack through during the year that never was, the ones that hurt to open. They were put away for a reason! Jack thought, knowing that the Master could hear him, reading his thoughts, past and present. Another chuckle was heard on the other side of the room, straight in front of Jack this time giving him a basic sketch of where his enemy watched him from. "And that's the same reason I opened them up, Jack, my handsome Jack!" the tone the Master was using now had changed, the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention as the voice finally reached him. It was stern, and yet, peaceful, dominating.

Jack shuddered as a particularly painful memory was brought to the surface. It was like every second he spent, screaming in agony, on board that ship was coming back to him and he could feel it as much as he could see it. The bullets hitting his bare flesh, the blades sliding across his naked skin and everything else the Master had found to play with his new toy. The only difference here was that unlike a young child and their new train set, Jack never became boring to the Master. Every day was something new, and more painful than the one before. Jack tried deep breathing, to concentrate on a nursery rhyme in his head; the Doctor had told him that's how you stop a timelord from reading your thoughts.

Oh the Doctor, how he missed him, he had just left Jack, alone on the streets of Cardiff, expecting him to get on with normal life. But he never could, he loved the Doctor, he didn't want him for quick shag, or a couple of drinks down the pub, no, he was truly in love with the one person who had cared for him and not wanted anything in return. He wasn't used and abused like every other time in his life. He was cared for and fed, with a warm bed to sleep in every night, and there was no catch, no, Jack wanted to help the Doctor. Wanted to love and be loved. They had shared one kiss, no love involved but a goodbye kiss, he thought he would never see the Doctor again but that was ok, he gave his life for him. He died so the Doctor would remember him as a great man, he made an impact on his life, he wanted to go out with a bang and he did.

"You loved him, didn't you?" came the Master's voice from in front of Jack again. "You really loved him." It broke out into a small chuckle, and then a figure walked out of the shadows. The body and face was still hidden but he had made himself seen, and known. So Jack could see roughly who he was talking to. "Poor Jack, abandoned by the only man you could ever love, and who could love you in return." Jack closed his eyes, the closer the Master was to him, the stronger the connection was, and the more painful memories became. If you really loved him, why didn't you help him? You just let him go, watched as he died in your arms. The Master wasn't talking anymore; he was thinking messages to Jack through the Archangel network that allowed him access to his mind. The one thing Jack thought was untouchable, the one thing that wasn't scarred and broken. All hope left Jack. He felt alone and scared, like no one was going to help him this time.

He was going to be at the Master's mercy for a long time, the one person who he would allow to help him was gone, and never coming back. He looked up, eyes wide and full of fear, he looked the Master in the eye, and he didn't know what to think, so he didn't, he took down his own barriers. Gave the Master full access to his mind, and anything he else he wanted. He had seen the Doctor's body lying lifelessly on the floor. Weevil, marks printed his body. That was the last time he saw him, and now all he wanted, more than anything in the world, was to see a smile on his face again. To see life running through the Time lord's veins. Just to see him bounce around his Tardis. One more time, one last glace, one last ounce of hope.

The connection broke, well, not entirely but enough so the pain went away and there was no one in his head. Jack was confused. He thought he had given the Master what he had wanted. His favorite toy was back, but he was rejecting it. "Now, now Jack. You should know by now that I like my play things to put up a fight. You're no fun otherwise. And after all, I was hoping to have a lot of fun." Jacks heart pounded violently against his chest, he felt as though the pressure was cracking the ribs. "I don't see the point in fighting. You'll just break me as you did before."

"NO Jack!" he shouted "I thought I broke you, you were the perfect house pet. But you were just playing with me. Like I played with you. You were never broken, just a bloody good actor. Remember Jack? Or do I have to make you?" he walked towards Jack, showing his full size. He wasn't bigger than Jack, but at the moment as he got close, he towered over him. A dirty smirk edged up his face, his hungry brown eyes scanned Jack semi naked body. Watching as a bead of sweat trickled down his already shinny chest. The master glared into Jack's bright blue eyes.

"I remember" Jack said sorrowfully. He had betrayed the master but he couldn't recall a time when he had fully surrendered either. Before now that was. There was nothing left for him to live for, his lover, his torchwood and any hope of getting away. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself!" the master demanded, crouching down onto his knees, so he was at Jack's level. His hands were cold as he reached to stroke Jack's chin. Jack didn't flinch, no, the master did. "What's the matter now? Scarred I'm gonna bite?" Jack snarled.

"No, but I am scarred" the Master admitted, his gaze not leaving Jack's. "You're the only thing in this lonely Universe that stops the drums. And that scares me. When I look at you, when I touch you, when I hurt you. They go away. But when I stop they come back. So it's you. But why? Why do they stop for a nothing?" his voice trembled slightly, with fear. "I don't know. Why are you so scarred of a nothing that's tied to a chair?" "Because you haven't truly been broken, yet. First chance you get you'd kill me without a second thought." The Master snapped. "I want you to writhe with pain, to struggle but I want you to enjoy it. I was hearing your thoughts as you slept. You want someone to use you. You need to hate the Doctor for what he did to you. But you can't can you pet? You love him too much.

"There are a million ways I can torture you, but there is one way that will hurt you more than the rest. One fact could change your life and mine. It would give you hope. But then I would break you." He chuckled, standing and moving away from Jack. He raised his hands above his head and began spinning round and round. "I will beat you and you will hate me, I will make you relive your most painful experiences and you will hate me more, I will do to you as I please with you and you will loathe me with every ounce of hate you have." He started, shouting at the top of his voice, letting the rain fall down on his pale skin as it fell through the open roofed warehouse.

"I will give you new memories and taunt you with them, and you will cry, I will show you what you could have had with the Doctor and you will weep. And you will struggle against me, but you will not leave me. For ever bound to me you cannot leave. But I will tell you something first. And you will scream in both mental and physical pain your heart will break, but as always you will stay. You will need me and never want to leave. I will hurt and you will fight with everything you have, and you will not leave me. And I know all of this because I have seen it. I travelled to the future and saw you cry in my arms, but never go, never try. When I am done with you, you will bleed and walk back to your room. You will hide in corners and alley ways but I will always find you. And I you will hate every minute of it." He stopped and looked at him "But you will do it none the less" he whispered.

He walked over to Jack and this time touched his face with force. He grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look him in the eyes. "And I will tell you this secret of mine. But only once you have begged me. And called me by my name." He stepped away from him, untying the rope around his wrists and ankles. Then, gently, he snaked his fingers through Jack's light brown hair. His hand tightened as he wrapped his fist in his hair and pulled Jack to the ground, placing him violently on his knees. "Beg!" he demanded. "If not for me do it for you. It's not like you have any pride left to lose. So beg!" he raised his foot and kicked Jack in the face. He went sprawling back on the wet floor, gasping for breath. He hauled himself to his knees again. "Please Master... I need to know." He whispered barely audibly. A tear trickled down his face, he was glad the Doctor couldn't see him now, groveling for nothing. For a secret that would make him hate and cry and bleed. But he didn't care, he belonged to the Master. His Master.

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You are not alone" the master bellowed "Doctor, the man who has been silenced and forced to watch his only lover bow down to his worst enemy. He is not dead, but he is neither alive. He is the same man you knew, he even looks the same, but he is sad and broken. Almost as pathetic as you are!" the lights in the room turned on and a cage at the far end of the room was shown. And, as the master had said, the Doctor was watching, crying. Jack screamed inside. He had seen him die, felt the last beat of his heart as his skin went cold and his lips went blue. He was there. He had comforted Rose. He had cried, he had wept and he had hated he had bled. And now the master looked at him. Like he was nothing. And maybe he was in this screwed up world we call earth. But life was nothing, and if the Master really wanted him, he could have him. But not without a fight.

I have written another chapter, but I am going to wait and see what the reviews say first!!! So PLEASE read and review! This is my first fanfic (that I've posted anyway) and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome, just no flames please! And thanks to all who read t and I hope you enjoyed!

Amy

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