I hope you like the new chapter, I am really enjoying brain storming ideas and hopefully I'll get more from you guys! So, as I said, I hope you like the new chapter. The first chapter has had a minor detail changed, so go back and read that, because it's important later. Thanks and Enjoy.
I never thought it'd be so cold in here, Martha thought to herself. She was sitting in a prison cell right next to Jack Harkness. One moment she was at her job and the next she was being escorted to a high-security prison with Jack next to her. She'd only found out what she'd done after they'd begun questioning her about the Doctor. She'd refused to say anything, but she wondered if they'd find a way to get the information from her.
"Are you scared?" Jack had asked her.
He'd asked every day since she'd been in there, and every day she shook her head. They were becoming hesitant responses, though, as every day she became more and more scared. She hoped the Doctor didn't fall for the trap, but she wished he was here to save her.
Somewhere else nearby…
"I'm calling that bloody Doctor, or whatever, whether you like it or not! I can't live like this anymore!" Sylvia snapped.
She always wondered if her dad had gone mental in these last four weeks.
"You can't! They'll shoot him down as soon as he leaves that box of his! We can't just let him die, Sylvia. They want our Donna, too, you know. We'd be killing them bother!" He snapped back.
"Fine, but if they aren't back soon, I'm going to call."
Sylvia hated fighting with her dad, but he cared too much about the man Donna was travelling with. She wondered often if he even gave a hoot about her life being at stake. That Doctor seemed to never stop, and she wondered if that meant that Donna would someday get hurt by his hands. By Wilfred's description of him, he seemed reckless and insane.
Just as her father opened his mouth to tell to stop being ridiculous there was a knock on the door. Sylvia stood and answered it, seeing just a glimpse of Donna and the Doctor before they both ran in and shut the door, locking it.
"What the bloody hell are you two doing here?!" Wilfred shouted, worried.
"We needed to hide somewhere. We just saw the signs," Donna explained, breathless.
Just as she'd finished the door flew off its hinges and the house was soon full of soldiers with guns, cocked and ready to fire. Slowly putting their hands above their heads, Donna and the Doctor exchanged worried glances. They should have known not to go there. The Doctor could have kicked himself for being so stupid. They were escorted out at gun point, Wilfred and Sylvia watching helplessly as they went back into the house, feeling guilty.
Jackson sat in the master bedroom of the house he purchased only weeks before. He stared resentfully at an image of the Doctor. He had received the photo from an anonymous source just before becoming prime minister. He didn't care about the damage the Doctor had done. He never quite cared for England anyway, but it was the perfect story. He had to please those he served.
"Have you found the Doctor yet, Mr. Tyler?" Jackson's assistant asked.
"Not yet, but we're close. He's playing our little game perfectly."
The idea for Sylvia and Wilfred being under surveillance and Martha and Jack being in jail and getting questioned was formed by dm1.