Chapter 7- Jack- Kidnapped yet again

My head hurt when I woke up and for one brief, happy moment, I thought I was just hung over. Then I tried to move my hands and realized they were tied together and above my head. I opened my eyes slowly letting them adjust to being open again. My left eye was swollen damn near shut and it hurt to breath. More importantly, the Doctor was slumped over across from me with his head down towards his chest. I inched as far forward as I could manage and ignored the pain in my ribs and pointed my right leg out until my foot rested on his chest. His heart was still beating. Thank god, I didn't think I could live with losing another man on my ship. "Hey!" I yelled at him and rubbed at his chest with my foot. That's when I noticed something off. He had another heart beat. I slid my foot to the other side of his chest and sure enough, second heart beat.

"Your feet stink," the Doctor groaned and pulled his head up.

"You have two heart beats, why do you have two heart beats?"

"I have two hearts," he said simply and looked around. I noticed they hadn't tied him up or anything. I must just be special.

"Right, explains it," I nodded. "You're bleeding." His nose seemed to be slowly seeping blood still and he had a nasty bump on his head but it wasn't getting any bigger, in fact it looked like it was getting a little smaller.

"You should talk," he slid across the dirty wood floor until he was right in front of me. "Anything broken?"

"I don't think so, maybe a rib or two," I admitted. He put his hand to the side of my face to check my eye. "You're not a real doctor."

"Not the kind you're used to," he dabbed at the cut near my left eye with his sleeve before he sat back. I hadn't seen him this serious since he landed, even when we had all those guns pointed at him. "Any idea where we are?"

"Nope, I've made a few enemies over the years," I said sheepishly. "The list is quite long."

He did crack a grin at me but it was short lived as the door to the tiny, windowless room swung open. "Ah, you're awake finally."

"Oh damn it," I cursed. William Bartholomew, or Sir William as he was known to my set, was standing in front of me in pressed linen khaki pants and an expensive button up white shirt. He looked clean, put together, honest, all things I knew he wasn't. He was a notorious corporate raider, rumored to own half the Gulf Coast, property, people and all. More importantly, I had torched his house two years ago after he stole my best friend.

"Jacqueline, that's not polite language for a proper lady," he scolded.

"Screw you."

"Tsk tsk," he wagged a finger in my face. I tried to kick out but he stepped back and I nearly hit the Doctor instead. "I have a proposal for you that I wish to speak with about over dinner." Another man walked in and set two piles of clothes down on the floor. "You're to be dressed in twenty minutes." The man unlocked my cuffs and my arms fell numbly down as gravity finally claimed them. Sir William looked me over once more before he walked back out locked the door behind him.

"What's wrong with my suit?" The Doctor asked looking at his pinstriped, bloody mess. He noticed I wasn't smiling at his attempt joke. "Friend of yours?"

"I think he means to kill me this time," I said softly. "And I just had to bring you into it too."

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door before it was unlocked again. We both dressed, in separate corners with me threatening to beat him to death with his shoe if he looked over. He had been given a tux, which he was now fiddling with, while I got stuck in a slinky red dress that was too low cut and had a train, it was that long. We were brought out into the night and I had to wonder if Joey was freaking out at me being gone for one whole day. Probably was beating the guy he'd left in control of the navigation room. We were seated at a long table towards one end, the Doctor across from me with Sir William meant to sit in between us. I, of course, was handcuffed to the chair.

"Who's your new friend," Sir William asked me as soon as the first course was brought out, clam chowder, not my favorite.

"No one," I lied.

"I thought you were seeing that handsome man, friend of your brothers," Sir William pointed out to make sure I knew he was keeping tabs on me.

"Didn't last more than a few weeks," I gave him a forced smile. "Why am I here?"

"Straight to business," Sir William grinned. I was glad the Doctor wasn't saying anything, just sniffing his soup. "I want your help."

"Funny way of showing that," the Doctor said and I sunk my head a little. "Locking her in a tiny room with one light bulb."

"I wasn't giving her the choice," Sir William said with another bright smile. "She either helps me freely or I will beat her until she gives up."

"Oh boy, something to look forward to," I forced another smile. The two men were glaring at each other ignoring me wholly. Somehow, that was going to end with my face getting smashed in. "What do you need my help on."

"You have the book and the lockets," he said simply. "I want you to take me to the Oracle."

"What Oracle."

"The Oracle of Delphi."

The Doctor snorted. "That didn't really exist and if it did, it was destroyed around 320 AD."

I was silent mostly because I knew it was real. I'd found that page already. "You know where it is don't you Jack?" Sir William asked.

"No," I sneered at him. "And if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't tell you."