Alright, my lovely readers, I'M SORRY PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME. Sorry. Keeping this A.N. short 'cause I want this chapter over with.
But before we start, I'd like to address something that's been really bugging me. I feel like I've been writing Jack very, VERY, out of character. Example, he hasn't flirted once. I'm going to try and make him flirt more, but let's just say he realized how serious this situation is and is knocking off his antics for a bit. Mkay?
Glad we've reached this agreement, non-existent people reading this story. Seriously, WHERE ARE YOU ALL COMING FROM?!
(PS: My ear is bleeding. Instead of seeking medical attention, I continue to write. You're welcome.)
Jack scowled, stalking over to the Doctor with Rose and Martha trailing behind him.
"How do you keep getting out?" He demanded. The Doctor shrugged and shot him a charming grin. Jack's fists tightened, before he stepped back to allowed Martha to move forward next to the Doctor.
Martha wordlessly began checking the Doctor for any side effects that the drug might have brought on, but finding none. Everyone was silent throughout the check-up, even the Doctor, surprisingly.
After a few minutes, Martha drew back. She gave the Doctor a small smile.
"Everything seems to be alright." She announced. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to re-bandage your stomach wound."
The Doctor looked confused for a moment, before glancing down towards his abdomen.
"Ah, almost forgot about that." He stated, staring at the bandages.
Martha moved over to a nearby cupboard, opening it and retrieving a roll of gauze and some medical tape. She walked back over to the Doctor's side, setting the supplies down. Martha gently took off the old bandages, checking that the burn was healing correctly. It had cleared up, looking much healthier than the last time they'd seen it. Martha gave a nod, before re-wrapping the wound.
"Alright, clean bill of health for you." She put her supplies away, before flashing a small smile and exiting the room.
"So," Jack turned to the Doctor. "What to do with you."
"What to do with me?" The Doctor's brow furrowed. "You won't be doing anything. I'll be leaving as soon as I can. Ideally, in a few minutes." He pushed himself up off the bed, reaching over to grab his shirt. Jack moved forward, placing a hand in the middle of the Doctor's chest and pushing him back down onto the bed. Hard. The Doctor slammed down onto it, and, after a moment, his eyes focused on Jack. The man is question kept his hand planted firmly on the Time Lord's chest, pressing down with a steady pressure.
Rose watched this unfold, not quite sure what was happening. "Jack?" She called to him. "What are you doing?"
Jack kept staring at the Doctor, not breaking his gaze. "The Doctor won't be going anywhere."
The Doctor barked out a laugh, shaking his head back and forth.
"I'll leave whenever I like. Right now seems good."
And before Jack could blink, the Doctor had reared an arm back and punched him squarely on the nose. Jack stumbled back, grabbing his nose, which was now steadily leaking blood, in pain.
"You bastard!" He yelled through his fingers, before launching himself towards the Doctor. Jack tackled him off the side of the bed, and they tumbled onto the floor. The two began viciously clawing and kicking and punching each other.
Rose rushed forward and tried to separate them, but got no where because each time she got close one of them almost accidentally hit her.
In their struggle, the Doctor managed to get Jack pinned to the ground. The Time Lord straddled the Immortal and proceeded to bash his fist into the other man's face repeatedly. Jack's skull slammed against the hard concrete, and puddle of blood began to form around his head.
"What is going on in here?" A voice said from the doorway. Rose looked up and saw Martha, Mickey, and Gwen standing there, eyes wide.
"Help me!" Rose yelled, still attempting to separate Jack and the Doctor. She noticed that Jack's eyes had slipped shut, so he was either unconscious or dead. Either option worked.
The trio quickly moved across the room. Martha had a vial of the Doctor's sedative in her hand, with a syringe in the other. Mickey and Gwen moved towards the Doctor cautiously, and, at the right moment, each seized one of his arms. The Doctor screamed something incoherent, fighting against the Torchwood agents' strong grip. Martha rushed forward, jabbing the syringe into one of the bulging veins of the Doctor's neck.
Unlike last time, where he had began to slip unconscious immediately, the Doctor kept fighting. He kept trying to hit Mickey and Gwen, but it was obvious that his movements were more sluggish. They kept a firm hold on his arms as he slowed down, head starting to droop. It took two minutes for the Doctor to finally go unconscious.
Mickey and Gwen carefully moved the Doctor over to his bed, laying him down on it carefully. Rose was over sitting on the ground next to Jack, checking his pulse. She felt none. Dead, then.
She stood up and walked over to Martha. "It took a lot longer to knock him out this time." Rose stated. Martha nodded.
"Yeah. He's already building an immunity to it. Damn Time Lord biology. I'll have to keep adding more strength and a bigger dose each time we use it, then. Which hopefully won't be to often." Martha explained.
"We need to get him restrained again." Mickey said. "And handcuffs won't hold him, so what will?"
"Remember those energy cuffs we picked up last month?" Gwen spoke up. "We could try those."
"Good idea. I'll go find 'em." Mickey agreed, exiting the room. Martha turned to Rose.
"What did Jack say that it was bad enough to make the Doctor kill him?" She asked. Rose sighed.
"The Doctor said that he was ready to leave, but when he got up, Jack pushed him back down on the bed. The Doctor punched him, and they started fighting." There was a gasp behind them, and they turned to see Jack sitting up. He was scowling.
"Welcome back." Gwen called over to him.
"He killed me. Again!" Jack stood up, still scowling, and made his way over to the others. "Why isn't he restrained?"
"Mickey's getting to energy cuffs." Martha told him. Almost on cue, Mickey entered the room, energy cuffs in hand. He walked over to the Doctor and moved the Time Lord's hands behind his back. He snapped the cuffs into place around each wrist. The cuffs were glowing bright, as they were supposed to, keeping the Doctor tightly restrained.
"We need to keep him monitored with more people." Jack stated, obviously still angry. The others sighed, knowing he could hold a grudge. Even against the Doctor.
Terrible ending, I know. I just want to get this done. And I actually have an idea to where this is going! Woo! But still, please send ideas you have. I'm honestly winging this.
I'll try to update soon, but obligations will be starting soon so i'll have even less time to squeeze things in. I'm sorry. Really. I'm trying.
-The Linn