Martha woke with a cry as that voice echoed in her ear.
She startled Gwen who hadn't moved from her side.
"It's okay, you're safe," she said gently. "How do you feel?"
Martha tried to sit up, winced and lay back. "Sore, and in need of a dentist. Is he here?"
Gwen nodded. "Locked in a cell, out of it on Serum Five. He can't hurt you."
Martha felt tears burn her eyes and she didn't stop them. "Oh Gwen, how did this happen? Why did he put that monster inside the Doctor?"
Gwen sighed. "Because he could and because he's a twisted bastard. But you shouldn't worry about that. Worry about yourself."
"But the Doctor Gwen, you know he'll remember it all."
"I know, but Jack hasn't decided what to do with him yet, and I'm not sure if we should do anything."
Martha sat up the, ignoring the pain from the bruising. "We can't leave him like that, with Andrew Stark's consciousness inside him."
"Why not? Better he doesn't know what he's done than have to live with the guilt," Gwen answered. "What would it do to him when he finds out?"
Martha got out of the bed and when Gwen tried to stop her, she pushed her away. "We don't have that right!" she snapped and headed for the cells.
Gwen hesitated and then followed.
The cells were quiet; all of them empty bar one.
Martha stopped outside the only occupied cell and put her hands on the clear front.
"I know you're awake Andrew, so you can stop pretending."
The figure uncurled itself from the corner and stood up. "If it isn't Martha Jones, have you missed me?"
Martha did her best not to flinch as he turned and smiled at her. She stood her ground as he moved to the front of the cell.
"Wasn't I rough enough for you or did soldier boy do more for you?"
Martha took a deep breath before speaking. "You're finished. Soon, you'll be the nobody you should have been twenty years ago, locked away and never seeing the light of day ever again."
She jumped as he slammed a fist against the wall, shaking the material. "Lying cow! When my father finds me, and he will find me, I will kill your family and make you watch!"
"Your father," she hissed, her anger suddenly boiling over. "Your father doesn't care! He only cares about money and power. If you ever go near my family I will tear you to shreds!"
She was screaming the words by now and began hammering the window in front of him. She barely noticed Jack's hands move her away from the cell.
"That's it, run away Martha Jones. Give your family my love. I'll be seeing them soon!"
Maniacal laughter followed them until it was cut off by the hiss of sedative filling the cell.
"You have to do it Jack! You have to kill that monster!"
Jack adjusted the device that was now fitted over the Doctor's head and covered most of his face.
"How far under is he?" he asked Ianto.
Ianto looked at the monitor. "As far as I dare, anymore and it'll be a fatal dose."
They looked at each other, both knowing that it may come to that.
"Then let's get this done," Jack said and brushed his hand against the Doctor's cheek. "I really am sorry and I hope you can forgive me," he said and switched the device on.
Martha watched from the other side of the glass, no emotion showing on her face.
The screams had been going on for hours now; but she felt nothing.
They were the screams of something that didn't want to go and she had no pity for it. She watched a Jack and Ianto held the thrashing figure down.
She knew they were waiting; waiting for the screams to change.
When they finally did, only then did she allow herself to feel anything; because now the figure on the table was the one she loved and he was suffering an awful torment.
She cried because they may swop one madman for another and be no better off.
Jack's nerves stretched until he thought they would break. All he wanted to do was rip the device from the Doctor's head; but he knew he couldn't.
The screams were tearing at his heart and the silence when it came was just as much of a shock.
He panicked for a few seconds before the reassuring bleeps of the Doctor's twin heartbeats filled the room.
"It's done Jack," Ianto said and began removing the device. He hissed in a breath at the blood coating the needle sharp electrodes.
Both of them had been loath to use this particular device, knowing where it had come from and what it did and who had created it. But it was a necessary evil and now it was over.
"I'll clean him up," Ianto said.
"No, I'll do it," Jack said. "Lock that thing away," the disgust in his voice more than evident.
Ianto nodded and pushed the trolley out of the room. He paused by the door.
"I'm sorry we had to do this Jack. Just so you know it was the last resort."
Jack nodded and moved off to get water and a cloth to wash the blood away.
He spent time cleaning the blood away that had matted the Doctor's hair and began wiping the blood from his face.
"Come back to me, the real you. I miss you, your smile, that Jack 'don't do that' look when I flirt with you. I miss all the craziness and the danger, but most of all I miss you. If you hate me that's fine, I understand. If you never want to see me again, that's fine too. I will always be here for you, just come back to me and we will work it out."
He stopped cleaning when the Doctor stirred and opened his eyes.
Jack's heart faltered when he saw the pain and the hurt in those gentle orbs...he knew everything, remembered everything...dear god.
The Doctor was trying to speak, but his throat was raw from the hours of screaming. Jack leaned closer and put his ear to his lips, and his heart broke when he heard the words.
"You should have left me dead."
The Doctor's eyes closed again and he lapsed back into unconsciousness.
"No, I couldn't. I love you too much to do that," Jack said softly and placed a tender kiss on the Doctor's lips.
He continued washing the Doctor until every spot of blood and stale sweat had been removed and covered him with warm blankets.
Then he picked up the restraints and fastened them to his wrists and ankles and left the med-room, locking it behind him.
He climbed down into his small living space and only then did he dissolve into held back tears.
Three blacked out 4x4 pulled up outside what looked like a small information shop. Shadowy figures alighted and spread out.
Some of then entered the small shop, whilst others disappeared down a manhole.
Another 4x4 pulled up and this time two figures not dressed in black alighted.
"Well Doctor Jeffries, it appears you were right. I am however going to rectify the problem. Shall we get my property back?"
Gwen sat at her work station and only looked up when a cup of coffee was placed in front of her.
Ianto sat down beside her.
"How's Martha?" he asked.
"I gave her a sleeping pill. She'll be out for at least twelve hours. How is he?" She gestured to the now locked med-room.
"It's done, but we don't know if it's worked."
Gwen shivered. "Those screams, not Andrew Morton's, he deserved whatever nightmares that machine gave him. But the Doctor, he'll know won't he? What happened back at the flat and with Martha?"
Ianto nodded. "If he comes back sane, then yes, he will."
"I know this sounds bad, but I hope he comes back as crazy as a loon. Then it won't matter if he remembers..."
"Because he won't care," Ianto finished.
Gwen nodded and sighed. "Where did it all go wrong Ianto?"
A loud explosion stopped Ianto's answer before he could even speak and as the smoke cleared they found themselves facing the wrong end of several assault weapons.
"Where it wrong is you taking what belongs to me," a voice floated through the smoke.
Two figures appeared through the smoke and one of the spoke.
"Now, where is my property?"