Hi everyone. Sorry this has taken me a long time to update again, this was another toughie to write and I'm still very busy at the moment. This is a really long chapter though so I hope you all enjoy it! Before I get flamed, I do realise that Ianto is very OOC in this. There is a reason for that which will become clear next chapter so stick with me! Also, warnings this time - there is sexual abuse, violence and very strong language so skip this one if you're easily squicked. It's not nice!
Thanks to: Kyer (The Doctor does have the same idea as you, only problem is Ianto isn't a moron! Thanks for commenting, hope you enjoy this one and comment again!); Templa Otmena (You know, I find the Doctor's holier than thou attitude really interesting, especially since he's not excatly whiter than white himself. I guess that being the last of such a powerful species would go to his head! :) I love writing him, he's fascinating. Ianto is nasty and about to get nastier.. it wasn't very nice to write! Hope you enjoy, let me know!; GwenxxOwen (You do get through your pennames (and pairings!) don't you! Thanks for all the support you give me, you are brilliant and I look forward to your comments each time! Got to say though, get ready to kill Ianto! Ianto is a bit like Saunders, evil and cruel... they aren't related no but there is a reason for Ianto's behaviour, I wonder if anyone will guess! Thanks for all the supprt, enjoy this chapter!); OperationBlueSky (Thanks so much, you made me blush this time! Hope you think this update is up to the usual standard, it was a real hard one to write. Ianto isn't usually this cruel but it has been fun writing him like this, I must say! Not much fun for the Doctor though... things are getting easier for him anytime soon. Hope you like and looking forward to your next review!); Cosmical Madison (Thanks for reviewing again, I'm glad you are enjoying the fic and I hope you like this chapter too. Ianto is evil here but there is a big reason, there are hints here as to what that is but I'll reveal it next time! And the Doctor is in for a really tough time and I hate myself for putting him through it but I promise it will get better for him soon. He's so strong, he's a tough cookie!)
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A Christmas to Remember
Part 10
Ianto moved further into the room, closing the gap between himself and the Doctor. The Time Lord's eyes didn't leave the Welshman's. The Doctor did not like or understand the coldness and cruelty he saw there and his concern was growing. What exactly had he done to Ianto Jones? Until two days ago, he'd never even met the young man.
Deciding that a swift retreat was the best course of action, the Doctor turned and hurried towards his TARDIS, to safety. Just as he was in touching distance of his ship, he was shocked to find himself shoulder barged away from the TARDIS and he crashed into a nearby table, only just managing to stay on his feet. Breathing hard and his side now aching from the collision, the Doctor turned to see that Ianto was standing in the entrance to the TARDIS, his hands on either side of the doors and whistling impressively at the sight before him.
"Wow," he muttered. "I can see why Jack wanted to stay. It's a fantastic craft." He glanced over his shoulder at the Doctor. "How does it work, then?"
The Doctor didn't respond, mainly because he wasn't quite sure how to. This man had just hurt him and now he was congratulating him on his ship? It made no sense. He stayed where he was, leaning against the table, his double heart beat thumping in his chest.
Ianto shook his head in wonder. "Just how big is it?" he asked, his tone still inquisitive and friendly. "Just how many rooms are there?"
Still, the Doctor said nothing. Ianto turned and smirked at the silent Time Lord.
"Mind if I have a better look?"
The Doctor blinked. "Yes, I do actually."
Ianto chuckled. It was not a nice sound.
"Oh well, never mind," he replied, and took a step inside the time machine. Suddenly, he was shoved backwards by an unseen force that almost knocking the wind out of his body and the door was slammed shut in his face. Ianto could only stand there, staring at the now very shut door before him.
He spun back round and stormed up to the Doctor.
"What the Hell was that?" he demanded, his face red with annoyance.
The Doctor shrugged. "Well, I'd have a guess and say that the TARDIS doesn't like you much."
Ianto glowered and leaned in closer. "Okay, right. Or maybe, you did it."
At that, the Doctor smiled. "Maybe." He dug his hands into his pockets. "Though the TARDIS can make up her own mind about people, you know. She tends to be a very good judge of character."
Ianto's eyes narrowed. The Doctor could tell that the young man desperately wanted to hit him and was just about controlling himself. After a hard fought battle to keep his temper, Ianto turned and walked away from the Doctor, without another word. He headed to another desk and pulled open the top drawer.
The Doctor glanced towards the nearby locked door. Maybe if he made a run for it? Only, the young man had already proved himself surprisingly fast and strong and the Doctor was still weakened from his attack. It may not be a good idea to take a risk.
As if reading his mind and with his back to the Time Lord, Ianto whispered; "You'll never make it to the door, you know."
The Doctor frowned. "Why did you lock it?"
Ianto said nothing. He continued to search around in the table, softly humming to himself.
Is he insane? the Doctor considered. And what exactly is his problem with me?
"Where's Jack and the rest of the team?" the Doctor offered, his eyes flicking again to the TARDIS.
"Still downstairs dealing with the Hannas," came the short reply.
"Don't they need you?"
There was no answer.
The Doctor took a deep breath. "Do you mind if I ask you a question, Ianto?"
Ianto turned and faced him.
"Ask away, Doctor," he said, with a sneer.
"You obviously don't like me," the Time Lord said, softly. "Why did you stop me from leaving?"
Ianto smiled and the Doctor was chilled to his core. He took a nervous step towards the TARDIS and Ianto's smile grew ever wider.
"You'll never make it that way either," he taunted. "But it will be fun to watch you try."
The Doctor had heard enough. Exasperated, he snapped, "Why are you doing this?"
Ianto glared. "I have my reasons."
"Which are?"
"Do you remember the war?" Ianto threw at him, his eyes cold. "The war at Canary Wharf?"
The Doctor had to look away from the frosty glare. He had expected this. Gwen had mentioned that Ianto had worked for Torchwood One, in the days of Yvonne Hartman, when the Daleks and Cybermen had clashed. He knew there had been so many human casualties that day. He himself had barely got away with his life. And he had lost so much during that terrible time. He sympathised with Ianto and knew his story would be a heartbreaking one. But the Doctor had a few of those of his own.
When he once more met Ianto's gaze, his expression was defiant.
"Of course I remember that war," he told the young man. "I'll never forget it."
Ianto chuckled. "Oh, that surprises me. Because, from what I remember of the great Doctor that day, you left pretty damn sharpish once the Daleks and Cybermen had disappeared." His tone lowered. "You should have stayed with us. You could have helped."
The Doctor sighed. He stepped closer to the clearly devastated boy.
"I had to leave. I had no choice."
"Oh no, I'm sure. And to Hell with all of us! To Hell with those of us left behind, dead or dying." His voice broke. "Or in between." Ianto turned his back on the Doctor. He refused to let the Time Lord see him cry.
Choosing to ignore his instincts to stay away from the troubled man, the Doctor walked up behind him and placed his hand on Ianto's shoulder, hoping to offer him some sort of comfort. He knew Ianto was suffering and in need of help. He was annoyed that Jack had left this situation to fester. He must have known about Ianto's past, why had the Captain not done more to aid his friend and, apparently, his lover?
"I'm sorry, Ianto. I know how much this hurts..."
At those words, the red haze once more descended and Ianto spun round, shoving the Doctor and his caring touch away.
"You don't know anything! You waltz in, you help and then, you leave! No cares or troubles in the world. What have you ever lost?"
The Doctor's eyes flashed. Ianto couldn't help but recoil away from the Time Lord. For a split second, the alien shone of true power and Ianto was unnerved.
"I've lost everything," the Doctor told him, his voice no louder than a whisper. "My planet, my people, all of my friends." He glanced down. "Even her." He leaned in close to Ianto, his eyes unblinking. "I have nothing left."
"You have Jack!" Ianto yelled. "And Martha and Mickey." He snorted. "Maybe if you'd look up once in a while, you'd notice them. But I guess they just aren't that important are they?"
The Doctor couldn't take any more.
"Jack is with you," he shot back, exasperated. "He's belongs here."
Ianto clenched his fists. "But he loves you."
The Doctor was at a loss for words. There was just no getting through to this boy. Humans could be so stubborn when they wanted to be! And this young man, now watching the Time Lord with such hatred and the Doctor still couldn't really understand why.
For Jack's sake, he tried again.
"Listen to me, Ianto," he beseeched. "I know you're upset and confused. You think Jack will leave with me but you're wrong. Jack knows what it means to have responsibilities. His place is here, with his team, with you."
Ianto said nothing for a short time. He seemed to digest the Doctor's words, thinking carefully about what his would next be. The Doctor dared to hope that he had finally managed to reassure the Welshman.
Ianto began to chuckle. Then, he threw back his head and laughed heartily. The Doctor was both surprised and unnerved by the sound. He stood, watching the other man carefully, beginning to genuinely fear for Ianto Jones's sanity.
Finally, Ianto grew still. He took a step towards the Doctor and took great pleasure in seeing the alien back off.
"I have to say, Doctor, you were so much more impressive the last time I saw you."
The Doctor was confused.
"On the scanner?"
"Oh no. In Torchwood One, before all Hell broke loose. Lots of us who worked for Torchwood desperately wanted to catch a glimpse of you. The famous Doctor." He tone was mocking and the Doctor was growing more uncomfortable with every passing second. "You were feared by all of us but somehow revered at the same time." He grinned. "What went wrong?"
The Time Lord swallowed. "Jack will be back soon," he said, warningly. "Let's put this behind us, Ianto. Please. For Jack."
Ianto tutted. "Now you care about Jack. And so recently you were going to run off without a second thought for him."
"That's not true!"
Ianto ignored the Doctor's protests. "Why were you in such a hurry to head off?"
The Doctor let out a big sigh. What point was there in him replying? He was so tired. This conversation was going nowhere quickly and the Doctor was wasting time. There was no helping Ianto Jones. The boy had issues and it wasn't the Doctor's duty to guide him through them. Ianto was Jack's problem, the Doctor had his own troubles.
With a shake of his head, the Time Lord began to march past Ianto, striding toward his TARDIS. His hand groped around in his pocket for the key. It was time to move on. He avoided Ianto's gaze.
"Doctor," Ianto drawled disapprovingly, his arms crossed over his chest. "Jack will be very disappointed."
The Doctor didn't bother to reply.
"Who are you going back to, Doctor?"
The Doctor paused in front of the doorway and glanced over his shoulder. "None of your business," he told Ianto and then placed the key in the lock.
"Tell me!" Ianto snarled. "I seriously recommend that you tell me."
The Doctor frowned.
He had the chance to whisper; "Goodbye Ianto," before he was hit by a blazing light that lit up the room around him. Then, the pain came. It was so intense, so agonising that the Doctor lost control of his limbs. He knew he was screaming but could hear no sound, knew he was falling to the ground. The TARDIS was so close to him, he could sense her gentle touch and feel her concern and fear for him. But all he cared about was the all consuming agony and his silent prayers for it to end. Soon, he was clawing at the floor before him, desperately trying to escape the torture he was enduring but he was trapped by the unseen force. As everything began to fade to black, the Doctor's last thought was how relieved he was that his suffering was over. At last, he lay still.
Ianto approached the unconscious Doctor slowly, whistling a satisfied tune. The weapon he had used on the Time Lord was clasped in his hand, one of the many alien devices the Torchwood team had found on their missions. Okay, so Jack would not be impressed if he knew Ianto had kept the items but what the Captain didn't know, wouldn't hurt him. He looked down at the Doctor. Ianto was confused. Why was he feeling so pleased? As the Doctor had screamed soundlessly, such unadulterated joy had hit the young Welshman, it had warmed his insides. He knew how much pain he was causing but he didn't want to stop. In fact, he was certain that he could have killed the Doctor. But all through this, there was that tiny little part of him, the voice he chose to ignore, telling him to stop and always asking the same question:
What am I doing?
He wanted that stupid voice to shut up. He never listened to it. It was weak. Why shouldn't he have some revenge? He was entitled to it after everything he had experienced. Torchwood One, losing Lisa and his constant worry that he could lose Jack any day. One day, the Doctor would come for his Captain and Jack would go with him. And Ianto would never see Jack Harkness again.
Ianto would not let that happen. That was why what he was doing was necessary.
And besides, the Doctor was only an alien. It's wasn't as if he had any rights. Actually, he was an enemy of Torchwood. Just because Jack was taken in by his sharp wit and wide grin, Ianto was wise enough to knew better. He was employed to fight alien threats. He would do his job.
The Doctor stirred. Ianto glanced down and was pleased to see the Time Lord had awoken. The Doctor moaned weakly and Ianto grinned coldly. Now, the fun would begin.
He crouched down beside the Doctor and held the gun-like device to the Doctor's head.
"Do you know what this is?" Ianto asked.
The Doctor could only whimper in response. Ianto shrugged.
"It's a Time Distorter. I found it in a shop, of all places. I did some research on it and discovered its blast was quite painful for Time Sensitives. Like you. Would you believe it?"
He laughed. The Doctor was cringing away from his touch and the Welshman was revelling in his fear.
"I'll ask again, Doctor. Why are you desperate to go back to 1851?"
Again, his hard efforts got him no reward. The Doctor was being annoyingly stubborn.
Ianto charged up the Distorter and lightly touched the trigger. The Doctor held up a weak hand to save himself the next wave of pain. He had no choice but to answer.
"To.. see.. a.. friend.." he stammered. "I.. left..a..friend..there.."
"Which friend?" Ianto demanded.
The Doctor flushed. "Jackson," he whispered.
"Who?"
"Jackson.. Lake..." He coughed. "His.. name.. is.. Jackson."
Ianto raised an eyebrow.
"Special friend is he?"
"Yes," came the quiet reply.
Ianto's eyes grew wide. "Well, that's a surprise," Ianto mused. Then, he added, "Won't Jack just love that?"
The Doctor flinched.
"Let.. me.. go.." he murmured, feeling his strength slowly returning. "Please... Just let me leave."
If Ianto had heard him, he didn't show it.
"Who attacked you?"
The Doctor blinked. What concern was that of Ianto's?
Ianto crouched down beside him.
"Who was it?" A pause. "Tell me."
"No."
Ianto raised the Distorter once more. The Doctor flinched.
"This hurts, doesn't it?" Ianto said, almost kindly.
The Time Lord nodded.
"You don't want me use it on you again, do you Doctor?"
Shame coursed through the Time Lord. The problem was, Ianto was quite right. He couldn't go through that pain again. He swallowed his pride, looked up at Ianto and shook his head.
"That's better," Ianto said happily. "Now, what was his name? Who was the human who brought the mighty Time Lord crashing to his knees? Literally!" He chortled at his own "joke."
Taking a deep breath first, the Doctor replied; "Benjamin Saunders. His name was Benjamin Saunders."
Ianto smiled. "And what did he do to you?"
The Doctor was appalled.
"You know what he did," he retorted.
"I want to hear you say it," Ianto sneered. "Come on, what did he do?"
The Doctor couldn't say it. He wouldn't. He didn't want to face this, not now, not like this. He could have told Jack maybe, in time, or Jackson. But not Ianto. Not someone who hated him as much as this young man clearly did. So, he said nothing.
This time, Ianto didn't hesitate. He pointed the distorter at the Doctor once more and fired. The Doctor was caught again in the same yellow glow. He threw back his head and screamed, still making no noise. His whole body writhed in agony. He couldn't speak, couldn't move.
Ianto lowered the device and the pain went away. The Doctor lay there gasping, looking up at Ianto with something akin to betrayal. Ianto smirked.
"Do you want me to do that again?"
The Doctor whimpered. The sound was music to Ianto's ears. The strangest thing was, he still didn't know why.
Right at that moment though, he didn't care why.
"I asked you..." he began, waving the distorter carelessly.
The Doctor reacted quickly, reaching up and grabbing Ianto's hand. "No.. I.. please.."
"Then answer me!" Ianto urged him, swatting the Doctor's hand away.
The Doctor began to sob sotly. Silent tears ran down his face.
"I was raped," he muttered so quietly that Ianto had to lean in to hear him. "They held me down and they took turns to defile and use my body." He closed his eyes in humiliation. "They raped me."
Ianto smiled coldly. He stood upright and took a step ever closer to the devastated Doctor.
"What a good idea."
XXX
Martha was leaning against a wall, a finger placed on her lips, her thoughts a million miles away from the Hub and her current duties involving the poor Hannas. She was up in space once more with the Doctor, nothing but blackness and the wonder of the next adventure they would face as the TARDIS flew them past the stars. Nothing had been in their way. It had been just her and the Doctor and his wonderful time machine and her life had been perfect. Dangerous? Yes. But always thrilling. And she had chosen to give all that up. She had given the Doctor up. Did she regret her decision that day? The day she had saved the world? No. She knew she had left the Doctor for the right reasons. Too look after her devastated family and to save her own sanity. If she had remained with the Doctor, travelling and allowing him to show her all those amazing sights then she would never have moved on, never could have accepted that her desires would never be fulfilled.
And now, the Doctor was back in her life. And as much as she tried to deny it to herself, those feelings had returned to her in full. She loved the Doctor; there was no kidding herself or anyone else. The only difference being that she now understood that the Doctor could never love her back. Not because of Rose; the Doctor had certainly had feelings for the other girl but he had let her go, he couldn't even settle down with his true love. No, what prevented the Doctor from settling down with anyone was himself – perhaps he believed deep down he didn't deserve happiness?
And as Gwen had announced to them all in her anger, the Doctor had wanted to run away from Jack, Mickey and herself, without one word of thanks or goodbye. And to Martha's surprise, she wasn't surprised or even offended. All Martha wanted was for the Doctor to find some happiness and if he could find that happiness he so deserves in 1851 then how could Martha not let him go?
Martha had quickly realised upon meeting the Doctor again that she no longer wanted him in a sexual way; their relationship was now so much deeper than that. She just wanted to be near him, to be his friend and to have him know that he could trust her. She imagined that he had lost a large amount of faith in humanity after all he had been through. And there was the nagging thought in Martha's mind that if she had never left him, if she had stayed with him and travelled on, then he would not have been alone that day when that bastard attacked him. Martha closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears. Someone should have been there for him. They had all let him down.
"Martha?"
Martha opened her eyes to find Mickey standing beside her, watching her intently. She looked down shyly and hurriedly dried her eyes.
"Is Jack still on the phone?" she asked him, wishing he would stop staring.
Mickey nodded. He was frowning. "Yep. Seems UNIT are seriously miffed this time. They want Jack to release the Hannas into their custody at once."
Martha shook her head. "I wish I'd never worked for them," she muttered.
Mickey rolled his eyes. "It gets better," he continued and a chill went up the girl's spine. "They want the Doctor too."
Martha froze. "What?" She stammered, not quite able to believe Mickey's words.
"Turns out they know he's here and they don't want him working with us. They reckon Torchwood and the Doctor are a lethal combination." Mickey's words were filled with hatred. "UNIT are sending soldiers to pick up both the Hannas and the Doctor within the hour."
Martha was in complete shock. "But," she mumbled, "UNIT are friends with the Doctor, they've known him for years. He used to work for them, for God's sake!"
Mickey shrugged. "Long time ago. Things have changed. They want to keep tabs on the Doctor apparently." He sighed with exasperation. "They think it's their right. They talk as if he's their property. It's almost as if they're jealous."
"But Jack," Martha said, incredulously. "He can't be agreeing to this?"
Mickey smiled grimly.
"He told them he would fight them with his last breath and as you and I know, that will be a long fight. He'll never let them take the Doctor."
Realisation slowly dawned on Martha. She lowered her head in sorrow and took a deep breath. "He'll have to leave us, won't he?"
Mickey didn't know what to say. He nodded.
"And he should take the Hannas. He should take it home."
"That was Jack's idea too."
Martha let out a quiet sob. "He came to us for protection."
Mickey swallowed hard. "I know."
She reached out for him and he automatically held out his own hands to embrace her. Just as their hands met, both of them reeled back in shock. In that moment, they had both sensed a telepathic link with the TARDIS. And she was distressed.
The message was loud and clear:
"Help the Doctor. You must help him. He needs you. Please."
As the voice in their heads faded away, Martha and Mickey were both left staring at one another in shock. They stood there, trying to work out what had just happened and digesting the words they had heard. They opened their mouths to speak at the same time, when suddenly a voice boomed out from a few feet away from them.
"You heard the TARDIS," he snapped at them. "The Doctor needs us. Don't just stand there staring. Move."
They gaped at Jack, who turned his back on them and ran, heading toward the medical centre. Martha and Mickey saw Gwen had been standing behind Jack, clearly confused by the whole situation. With a perplexed glance to the others, she quickly followed Jack. Martha and Mickey only waited one more second. They exchanged a look of panic before hurrying after Gwen and the Captain.
XXX
Ianto stood perfectly still, showing no emotion as the Doctor once more writhed at his feet, bathed in the cruel fiery glow. Wracked with tremors and his face trapped in a silent scream, Ianto was certain that although the Doctor's gaze was locked onto his, the Time Lord was unable to focus on him. The Doctor appeared to be in true agony and he was fading fast. Ianto found himself wondering how much more torment the Doctor could take and could Ianto really just stand there and watch the man die.
Ianto took a wary glance over his shoulder. He knew his time would soon be up and Jack would come flying in at any moment to save the day and his precious Doctor. Rage flowed through Ianto once again. Oh yes, Jack would do anything for his Doctor. The same Doctor that discarded Jack so easily after the Time Agent had sacrificed everything for the alien. The image of Jack alone and terrified whilst the Doctor laughed and giggled his way around the universe with his pretty little companion, it made Ianto actually feel that he could kill. And if he just kept the Time Distorter's glow on the Doctor for a few more minutes, he was sure that he would achieve his desire.
The Time Lord deserved this fate. Of that, Ianto was certain. Why he felt so much anger and why that fury was then causing him to act so out of his character, Ianto was unsure - but he knew that his actions were justified. The Doctor was guilty of so much evil. He had abandoned Jack. He had hurt Martha and Mickey – had been the cause of the death of millions including all of his friends at Torchwood One, including his beautiful Lisa. He wanted to hurt the Doctor back, to make him understand that there were consequences for his actions, consequences he usually ran off and allowed others to face.
Well, not any more. Whatever else Ianto know, he knew he hated the Doctor and he wanted him to pay. Ianto felt a thrill deep inside. After everything the Time Lord had seen and defeated, it was a mere lowly human that had stopped him.
"Be proud."
Ianto smiled. The voice that only he could hear. He loved that voice.
"Make him suffer further. It's too quick and clean an ending for a creature that has caused so much hurt and harm to so many.
Ianto nodded. The voice was right, of course. The voice was always right.
He switched off the Time Distorter and tossed it down onto the table beside him. The Doctor was remained unmoving, his body still twitching from the after effects of the mind numbing pain. Very slowly and painfully, the Time Lord opened his eyes and stared up pleadingly at Ianto.
"No more."
Ianto laughed. "Look at you. Look at what you've become."
The Doctor couldn't reply, even trying to speak burned his throat. With much effort, he rolled over onto his side and lay there, trying to block out the pain and Ianto's cruel mocking.
"You are nothing, Doctor. You could rule this planet if you wanted, a being as powerful as you. And what do you choose instead? Slavery. That's all you do, you run after humans clearing up their messes or getting them out of trouble." Ianto smirked. "And where has it led you too? Saunders used you as a whore. I've tortured you within an inch of your tenth life. You could have been treated like a God but no, you were just too good for that!"
The Doctor was breathing loudly, his eyes locked on Ianto.
The human leaned closer to the Doctor. "What are you worth now, Time Lord? Your planet? Gone. Your people? Gone. Martha and Jack? Better off without you. Donna? Free of you and happy in her ignorance. Even the wonderful Rose gained her own pet version of you and has moved on. Only you remain. Sad, lost and alone. Forever."
The Doctor fought back tears. He would not show Ianto have much distress his words were causing.
Glaring, the Doctor asked; "How do you know so much about me?"
Ianto chuckled. "I worked for the original Torchwood, remember? The Torchwood you destroyed." He gave the Doctor a vicious kick. "A Torchwood that knew how alien scum like you should be treated." He grabbed the Doctor's hair and forced the Time Lord to look up at him. "And you, the great Doctor. Our target number one." He released the Doctor who slumped back to the ground. "Why did we bother, huh?"
The voice, his conscious he had reasoned, spoke again, clear and encouraging;
"Punish him further, Ianto. Own him completely. He is yours for the taking."
Ianto was confused. Surely the voice couldn't mean for him to assault the Doctor?
"Take him."
"No," Ianto murmured. "I am not a rapist."
"Use him. Do it. Enjoy him. You have the right. Take what Jack cannot ever have."
The Doctor was watching Ianto closely. Was the young man arguing with himself? The Doctor frowned, wondering for the first time if there was more to Ianto's actions than simple jealousy and cruelty.
"Ianto," the Doctor offered and the young man eyed him with dislike. "Please, stop this. It isn't you."
Ianto glared. "You don't know me."
"I know Jack." the Doctor replied. "And I know he could never love anyone capable of doing something like this."
Ianto swallowed hard. He saw Jack in his minds eye, clearly disappointed and disgusted by his boyfriend's actions. Was he doing the wrong thing? Why was he even hurting the Doctor anyway? What had the Time Lord done to him? Panic hit Ianto. What the Hell was he doing?
"Stay strong. You must have no regrets, Ianto," the voice whispered soothingly. "He's using your love for Jack against you. Don't let him. You are about to experience something Jack never will, never can. Think of your Captain, Ianto. Think of him as you take his precious Doctor's body."
"But rape?" Ianto asked. The Doctor looked up sharply. Sweat began to pour down his brow. No. Not again.
"Do not be afraid. I am with you. We shall do this together. Now, take your prize!"
Ianto's cold stare returned to gaze upon the Doctor only now he was regarding him with lust and cruel desire. The Doctor shivered and Ianto edged closer to him, his face breaking out into an evil grin. He knelt down beside the Doctor, reached for the alien's belt and began to unfasten it.
"Ianto!" The Doctor was desperate. He had to get through to the lad, somehow. "Please. Fight it, whatever it is. You don't want to do this!"
Ianto shrugged. "Thing is though Doctor, I really do." He hurriedly removed the Time Lord's belt and threw it aside, pulled down the Doctor's trousers and underwear and without warning, shoved a finger inside the alien's hole, preparing him. The Doctor, terrified and unable to contain his fear, arched his back and screamed. He shoved out at Ianto wearily, trying to force the young man away but it was pointless, he was too tired, in too much pain and Ianto easily knocked away his struggles. The human inserted a second finger and then a third, stretching the Doctor, uncaring about the searing pain the alien was suffering. He couldn't wait to be inside him, to possess the body of the great Time Lord. Ianto had never felt such a feeling of control and importance – to have such power over another man, it was intoxicating. Of course, this was no ordinary man. This was Jack's wondeful Doctor. The Doctor that Jack would eventually leave Ianto for. Oh, how sweet this moment would be.
Ianto stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers out of the terrorized Doctor. He frowned and stood, looking towards the only door. Then, with a quiet sigh, he reached into the Doctor's pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He stared down at it for a second, having no idea what it was but impossibly, he knew how to work it. The voice told him how. He moved to the door quickly, activated the screwdriver and locked it. He liked the humming sound that emitted from the device. It soothed him somehow. He then turned his attention to the glass surrounding the room, hurriedly sealing each plane of glass just as Jack and his team came running towards the medical bay. They arrived at the door just as Ianto had finished sealing himself and the Doctor inside. There was no way anyone was getting in or out of that room.
"Ianto!" Jack shouted. "What are you doing? Open the door! Open the door right now!"
Ianto merely grinned at Jack in response. His eyes met Martha's and he blew her a kiss. Then he returned to the prone Doctor, ignoring the questions, pleadings and threats being screamed at him by all of his friends.
The four horrified Torchwood members were forced to watch as their colleague lifted the Doctor thighs, placing the Time Lord's legs over his shoulder. Jack covered his mouth in disgust as Ianto slammed forward, entering the Doctor with one powerful thrust. The Doctor cried out. Gwen turned away, unable to watch. Tears flowed down Martha's cheeks. This could not be happening. This had to be a nightmare. Jack raised his gun and began to shoot at the glass but the bullets rebounded from it easily. Mickey touched his arm. "There's nothing we can do, Jack." In shock, Jack stared at his friend. The Doctor continued to scream as Ianto pounded into him. All they could do was watch this horrific scene unfold.
"Please, help me!"
The sound of the Doctor crying out, begging for aid, sent Jack over the edge. He began to elbow charge the door until he had used up all his strength. Mickey made no attempt to stop him. All the blood had drained from Mickey Smith's face. He knew he would never be able to live with what he was seeing; it would be etched onto his mind forever. Martha closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore. Gwen placed her arms around the younger woman, offering comfort.
They were all useless. They couldn't help the Doctor.
Ianto had fallen into a steady rhythm. This felt unbelievable. The Doctor was so tight. Ianto had forgotten his brutal attack on the Doctor was being witnessed by the rest of his team, that didn't concern him. All he cared about was reaching his climax.
The voice was also not yet satisfied.
"Possess him completely, Ianto. Join with him. You know how."
Ianto did know. He touched the Doctor's face and opened his own mind. Within seconds, he had entered the Time Lord's head. He could feel the Doctor's fear, terror and horror at what was being done to him. At what Ianto was doing to him. The Welshmen stopped. Wait, no, Ianto wasn't on top of the Doctor, another man was. There were three all together, each using the Doctor, hurting him, raping him, mocking him. He could feel the shame the Doctor was experiencing, knew how belittled the men had made him feel. Ianto watched as the three men took it in turns to force themselves upon the Doctor. They took him from behind, they forced him to take their penises into his mouth and suck them until they came and they laughed as he had vomited their disgusting "gifts" all over the floor. They had kicked and beat him and the Doctor had wanted to die. Not regenerate because he would still have to remember. No, he had prayed for death. And watching all this unfolding, Ianto suddenly found a new emotion surging through him.
Despair.
He was appalled by what he was now seeing. These scenes were horrific. The Doctor had suffered so much, these men were animals. And now Ianto was no better than them! He snapped open his eyes and gazed around the room, disgusted by what he had just seen. The voice inside him was now silent and he was glad. He looked down at the Time Lord and was revolted to find that he was still inside the poor broken man. And that was what had suddenly dawned on Ianto. The Doctor may not be human but he was still a living being. He still deserved to be treated with respect. Ianto had never felt such revulsion. He hated himself. What the Hell had he been doing? He pulled his now flaccid penis out of the Doctor as gently but quickly as possible, desperate not to cause the Doctor any more unnecessary pain.
Blinking back tears, he pulled up his own trousers and then did the same to the Doctor's, not wanting the Doctor to be anymore humiliated. Blood quickly stained the pin striped trousers and Ianto couldn't bear to look at them. The Doctor coughed, indicating for Ianto to move closer to him. The Welshmen almost tripped in his eagerness to obey.
The Doctor was moaning in agony. He pulled Ianto to him and whispered into his ear.
"Why?"
Ianto let out a pained sob. "I... don't know. I'm sorry. "
The Doctor released him, crying out as his body spasmed.
Ianto felt sick. He hated himself.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered pitifully and instantly regretted it. As if his apologies could help the Doctor now. What good could he do?
The Doctor lay there, one hand covering his eyes though Ianto was well aware the Time Lord was crying.
Wanting to give the Doctor some privacy, Ianto stood; turned and met the accusing stares of his friends who were watching him carefully through the glass. He could see the shock and disgust on each of their faces. How could they ever move on from this? He knew he was finished; not only with the Torchwood team, the people who had come to be his closest friends and allies, but also with Jack. The man he loved more than life itself. And he had lost all of it. Ianto's gaze met Jack's and he recoiled from the hate he saw there. He knew in that moment that Jack would never forgive him. And he knew he would get exactly what he deserved.
"Open the door!" Jack suddenly yelled, slamming his fist against the glass. "Open the fucking door now, Ianto!"
Ianto's blood ran cold but he hurried to obey. Remembering he had placed that strange screwdriver of the Doctor's in his pocket, he reached down and pulled it out, looking at it with dismay. He had no idea how to use it, any knowledge he had before had disappeared.
Ianto was afraid. What had happened to him? How had he known so much about the Doctor? He had never taken that much notice of the Time Lord at Torchwood One. A shiver ran through the young man. That darkness that had taken hold of him, where had it come from? A groan from the Doctor brought Ianto back to the real world. Now was not the time to be concerned with his own problems, he had to get help for the Time Lord and there was no more time to waste.
Ianto cleared his throat. "Doctor?" He asked, softly. "I don't know how to use this."
The Doctor glanced at him. "Interesting," he croaked, "you seemed to be an expert a few minutes ago."
Ianto cringed. "I have no damn clue how I did all that before, Doctor." He looked down, ashamed. "Please, I have to let Jack and the others in here. Please tell me how to open the door?"
The Doctor held out a hand. Ianto understood and threw the screwdriver to the Time Lord and he caught it impressively. The Doctor set the sonic and then returned it to Ianto, who snatched at it, dropping the device to the floor. He scrambled to pick it up, his face turning redder by the second. He knew the Doctor's unwavering stare was on him the whole time. He wondered what the Time Lord could see.
"Point the sonic as the lock, Ianto, and press the button," the Doctor told him calmly but weakly. He was fading fast. Ianto did as he was told, holding the screwdriver out and nudging the button on the front. He heard that familiar high pitched, whistling sound and then the door was unlocked. Ianto only had a few seconds to feel pleased at the completion of his task as he soon found himself punched repeatedly in the face and gut and slammed up against a wall with a gun lodged against his temple. Jack was speechless with anger, his finger tightening on the trigger. Ianto could only stare at his raging lover, not able to find any words that could perhaps save his life. What did he have the right to say? He deserved to die after what he had done that day.
Jack hesitated. He wanted to do it. This was not the Ianto Jones he had connected with so completely, not the man he had taken to his bed with joy. No, this was a cold hearted stranger who could rape a defenceless, weakened man for his own sexual enjoyment. As far as Jack was concerned, Ianto Jones was dead and this bastard would soon join him, whoever he was. Jack would not allow anyone to hurt the Doctor. There would be no exceptions.
This was an execution. Nothing more. Jack could not let his emotions hold him back.
He was surprised to find that he could not meet Ianto eyes as he prepared to fire.
"Jack!"
The Captain hesitated. He was suddenly aware that there were others in the room apart from himself and Ianto. Mickey was stood behind Jack, his own gun raised, not taking his eyes off of Ianto. Martha and Gwen were perched either side of the Doctor, both of them trying to offer him comfort. The Doctor was very pale and unmoving. Martha had hold of his hand and was stroking his hair, her face was wet with tears. Gwen was whispering softly into the Doctor's ear, telling him he was okay, that everything would be fine and that they were there with him. Jack's heart went out to the two girls. They were stronger than he was.
"Jack," Martha snapped. "I need you. The Doctor needs you. We have to get him up on the bed so I can see how bad this is." Her eyes narrowed when Jack did not move away from Ianto or lower his gun. "He can wait, Jack!" Martha stormed. "The Doctor can't!"
Jack released Ianto and pulled away from him. Leaving Mickey to guard their prisoner, Jack raced to the Doctor's side. As he reached the Doctor though, the Doctor, his eyes slightly open, drew away from Harkness, raised an unsteady hand and gasped; "Saunders no. Please, don't."
Jack stopped dead and exchanged worried looks with Martha. It was obvious to them who this Saunders person was and why the Doctor was now trembling. Jack threw Ianto a murderous look once again before helping the Doctor to stand and supporting him over to his bed.
Martha and Gwen stood side by side, watching as Jack basically carried the Doctor across the room, their hearts aching. Once the Doctor was lying down, his hand clutching onto Jack as if his life depended on it, Martha marched over to Ianto and slapped him hard across the face.
Ianto mumbled his usual apologies, well aware of how inconsequential they sounded.
"You'd better be sorry," Martha threw back at him. "Because if you've done serious damage to the Doctor, you have no idea just how much Jack will make you pay."
He moaned. Her eyes narrowed further.
"And when he's done with you, it'll be my turn."
TBC