Jack opened the door to the cells and wheeled the trolley in, making sure he locked the door behind him...you couldn't be careless: not with the occupant of this cell.
He wheeled it up to the last cell and stopped.
"You're awake then," he said to the figure that was standing right up against the glass.
"Not the best room in the hotel, but it has a certain charm," the figure answered. "Still, I won't be in here for long."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You think?"
"Oh I know so."
Jack didn't like the smile on the Doctor's face...it reminded him of a hyena circling a dying animal.
"You said that last time and I had to come and let out after twelve hours of trying."
The Doctor smiled that smile again and Jack was beginning to feel unnerved.
"Is that breakfast?" the Doctor said brightly.
Jack was nearly wrong-footed by the Doctor's sudden shift in mood. "Amongst other things, since you bit Ianto, I have to treat you for your wound."
The Doctor closed his eyes and ran his tongue over his teeth. "He did taste rather scrummy, could definitely have another bite of that apple."
"Not going to happen," Jack said and tapped the code into the door. "Stand back."
The Doctor took a few paces back, well aware of the electrical field that sizzled into life as Jack opened the cell door.
Oh he had no intention of escaping...well not when Captain Harkness was in charge, but he knew Jack couldn't be here twenty-four-seven and the others were not a strong-minded as Jack.
The voice in his ear had been like a light in a dark tunnel. It was a voice he thought he would never hear again...and he thanked Rassilon that the owner of that voice was still alive.
He didn't care if the owner of the voice looked different, he was still his Inari.
A twinge of pain ran through his stomach as he moved back and regret washed over him...his Inari may be alive but their child never would be.
His temper began to boil as Captain Harkness wheeled the trolley in.
"Are you going to let me clean your wound?" Jack asked as he undid the medical pack.
"If I don't, you'll only sedate me again," the Doctor replied.
"True," Jack said and poured the antiseptic fluid into a bowl. "Shirt up."
He ignored the look the Doctor gave him and soaked a sterile pad in the fluid and placed it against the still weeping wound.
The Doctor tensed but never made a sound; he wasn't going to show weakness, not in front of any human, even an immortal one.
He tried to hide his disgust at the feelings of wrongness coming off the human in front of him and only one word kept passing through his mind...freak.
"Are you going to let me out of here?" he said to the back of Captain Harkness as he toyed with the eggs that were now congealing on his plate.
He'd eyed them suspiciously and thought better of eating them; he wouldn't put it past these humans to slip something in his food.
Captain Harkness let out a snort. "Not in a month of Sunday's."
Jack only just had time to dodge the plate of eggs as they flew over his shoulder; only just had time to turn as the Doctor launched himself at him with a snarl of rage.
He had no choice in what he had to do next. He grabbed the Doctor in a wrestling hold and flipped him and landed on top of him, hearing the Doctor grunt as the wind was taken out of him.
Despite that the Doctor continued to fight, using that very handy respiratory bypass.
But the initial had given Jack the advantage and he sprang for the door.
The Doctor was up seconds later and lunged for the door only to be propelled across the cell and hitting the wall with a resounding thud.
But that didn't stop him.
He rushed to the glass and pounded on it, glaring at Jack who was breathing heavily on the other side.
"He'll come for me!" he screamed at Jack.
Jack stepped up to the glass, anger flashing across his face. "He's never coming for you, he's dead!"
"Liar!" the Doctor screamed. "My Inari will come and you'll pay!"
Jack shook his head sadly; he thought when the Doctor had allowed him to treat him there might the start of a semi-trust, a point from which things could progress.
Now as he watched the Doctor screaming at him about the dead Master coming to rescue him, he knew they were still at the bottom of a very dark pit, one that the Doctor may never climb out of.
He could do nothing as he watched the Doctor take the trolley apart that had held his breakfast and the medical supplies. He could only thank good luck that there were no scissors or anything sharp as the Doctor was so unpredictable.
He waited patiently, the Doctor would soon tire and it wasn't long before he sank to the floor holding his stomach.
Jack moved back to the glass and said. "The Master is not coming for you, he's dead and soon you'll have to face that. If you don't, then this cell will be become your home."
The Doctor looked up at Jack and the hate that had flashed in them only moments before had gone and in voice that no longer held any vitriol said.
"Then kill me now."
"You don't mean that," Jack said.
The Doctor stood then and moved over to the glass and pressed his face against and stared directly into Jack's eyes.
"You might as well because without them I don't want to live."
Jack said nothing at first then said softly. "I'm sorry your child had to die but I'm not sorry that the Master is dead...he was poison."
He realised as soon as the words left his lips that they were a mistake.
The Doctor eyes darkened and his face clouded. "Don't talk to me anymore, freak," he hissed and turned his back to Jack.
Jack sighed and pressed the com button on the cell door. "Ianto, release a dose of Serum Five into Cell Ten."
There was momentary pause then a hiss filled the air and the Doctor sank to the floor and Jack entered the cell again and cleared away what remained of the trolley.
The black 4x4 pulled up to the gates of the abandoned warehouse, lights beaming out like a lighthouse.
Out of the dark a group of figures came at a run and climbed the wire fence, dropping down the other side and climbed into the 4x4.
"Sir," the driver said. "There's been a complication, another temporal reading has been detected. It seems we have competition. Orders are to follow their trail and strike when they find the target."
The patrol car drew up at the gates of the park and the two officers stepped out into the cold.
"It's probably the local boys playing tricks," one said.
"Probably, but we still have to check it out," the other said and they walked into the park.
Their torchlight cut into the dark as they walked down the path.
There was rustling in the bushes to the side and one of the officers moved over to investigate.
"Come out lads," he said as the bushes rustled again.
The officer leaned in and suddenly a huge arm appeared out of the bushes and dragged the officer in.
The other officer ran forward and was also grabbed and then the screaming began.
The knock at the door disturbed then man from his paperwork. "What!" he snapped and rubbed at his temple.
"The board are waiting for you sir," a muffled said.
"Tell them to wait!" the man snapped.
"Yes sir," the voice replied.
The man held his head in his hands...the noise was driving him mad and the one thing that drowned out the noise was still lost to him. He'd tried to find the one lost to him but had only succeeded in a few whispered words and it was lost once more in the noise that was driving him mad.
Oh he couldn't wait to be reunited with him, and then to make this stupid little world pay for what had been taken from him.
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