A/N: My first Torchwood fic, more then a little AU, it was sort of a plot bunny that wouldn't go away, set on the Valiant during the 'year that never was.' The Master wants to play a game with Jack. I heard the song at work and the story idea came to mind.

Won't Go Home Without You

"Morning Freak!" The Master sing-songed as he walked into Jack's holding area, "I want to play a little game.

Jack lifted his eyes high enough to see the Master's guards dragging in two writhing bodies, heads covered in hoods and both clad in suits.

"What kind of game?" Jack asked tiredly.

"Now, now Jack, can't you be a bit more perky?"

"You're here, I'm herewhat in the world do I have to be perky about?"

"Oooh feisty! Even better Jackie boy!" The Master laughed, "Now to the Game. I brought presents."

I asked him to stay but he wouldn't listen
He left before I had the chance to say
Oh
The words that would mend the things that were broken
But now it's far too late, he's gone away

"Now you see I've brought something from your old life, and something from the more recent goody-two shoes incarnation."

Jack felt his breath catch in his throat, 'Not Ianto…not Ianto….' He thought to himself desperately.

The Master's face twisted into a malicious grin as he seemed to read his prisoner's mind, "Yes Jack, the one, the only, Ianto Jones!" he pulled the hood off the second figure that had been forced to his knees and Jack's eyes locked with Ianto's terrified blue grey orbs.

"Let him go!" Jack growled, "Let him go!"

The Master walked over to Ianto, grabbing him by the chin, he turned to look at Jack and laughed, "This one really does look quite ravishing in a suit." He paused a moment, "If you are that way inclined and I do believe, this one could persuade me.

"Hurt him and I'll kill you myself!" Jack snarled.

"Oho Jack, you haven't got to door number two yet!"

Jack's eyes darted to the other figure, "I got so bored with him being old… he was no fun really." The Master rambled, caressing the top of the hooded figure's head, "And I thought to myself, why not change him back? After all, with the threat of death hanging over all those poor little humans' heads, he won't lift a finger. And I can always chain him to the wheelchair if I have too."

"Sounds like you've got a bit of a kink there." Jack murmured.

"Trust you, good old Captain Jack!" The Master laughed, "But I digress," he said as he pulled off the Doctor's hood, "back to the game… you decide who lives and who dies."

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe that

"What?" Jack's voice sounded so weak, so pitiful amongst the whooshing roar of the engine room.

"Simple, the Doctor or the Welshman, who dies Jack?"

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

"You can't-"

"Oh, but I can. You can't have the best of both worlds anymore Jack."

"What happens to who I choose?" Jack asked.

"If it's Mister Jones, he won't die and if it's the Doctor, well, I won't kill him, how's that?"

The taste of your breath, I'll never get over
The noises that you made kept me awake
Oh
The weight of things that remaind unspoken
Built up so much it crushed us everyday

The Doctor, not entirely his Doctor anymore, but deep down the Doctor he'd met in 1941 still resided in ways he didn't quite understand. He was still, the right kind of doctor.

He was the man he'd fought for, the man he'd died for…the man he'd loved.

Loved…not love… he'd spent over a hundred years waiting for their paths to cross one more time, and it wasn't the same. The thrill was there, sure enough, same with the ever present danger but he didn't need to be with the lanky, wiry haired, suit clad man the Doctor had become the same way he had before.

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe that

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

And Ianto Jones… his friend, his colleague, his lover…his saving grace. When Jack thought about it, really thought about it, Jack loved him.

Sweet, funny, brilliant and charming,he'd been through so much…Canary Warf, Lisa, the countryside excursion where the team had almost all ended up human food but through no small feat, Ianto had triumphed at the end of it all.

But he hadn't really triumphed, Jack knew Ianto cried himself to sleep sometimes, on the nights they no longer shared a bed. And sometimes in the dead of night as Jack lay their watching him sleep he saw the nightmares come and go. Each ounce of pain on the young man's face tearing at the immortal's heart.

He had sworn to himself he'd protect not only Ianto but the rest of his team and God only knows how he'd failed them now.

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

Would it be wrong to save Ianto and condem the thousands of lives the Doctor would save if he were still alive?

"C'mon Jack! I haven't got all day!"

Of all the things I felt but never really shown
Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go
I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh

'Jack.' The Doctor's voice resounded in his head, calming him, reassuring him, 'it's alright…let me go.'

Jack shook his head, "I can't…"

"Who are you talking to Jack?" The Master asked, moving away from his two other captives and back to the immortal, who still hadn't taken his eyes off the Doctor.

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

'I die, the TARDIS stops working Jack. She'll shut down despite the modifications the Master's made. This is the only way to beat him this time." He half smiled for a moment, "And maybe I'll get to see Rose again."

Jack closed his eyes, "I won't play your game!" he shouted desperately, "I won't do it!"

"Jack, it's okay." The Doctor said softly.

"No!" he shouted.

"Do it Jack!" The Doctor yelled, "Do it now!"

Jack looked at Ianto, the younger man had tear trickling down his cheeks, silently hoping Jack would save him, but ready to give up himself if he had to.

"The Doctor." Jack choked out.

A maniacal smile lit up the Master's face, "Goodie!"

Jack watched in horror as the Master pointed the Laser screwdriver at the Doctor's temple.

"Thank you." The Doctor whispered as the Master pressed the button.

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you