Martha wasn't happy about the choke hold Jack had used on the Doctor. As she and Doctor Stoneleigh worked on the Doctor's damaged arm, she could see the bruise already forming on the Doctor's throat.
"These wounds are deep, they look worse than what they are, almost like those things weren't there to kill him, but to retrieve him," Doctor Stoneleigh said.
Martha frowned at that, "Retrieve, but that would mean…."
"Someone knew where we were based."
Martha wasn't sure what to think about that, so she busied herself dressing the bite marks.
"No, there not deep, but I'm worried about infection, and I can't give him any antibiotics."
"I think he's waking up," Doctor Stoneleigh said.
"Nearly done," she said and carefully placed the last steri-strip. "He's not going to be happy."
"Then it's a good thing we're back here," Doctor Stoneleigh said.
Martha looked up at the bright lights of the cell, then at the camera.
"Yeah, and that's going to make it so much better."
The Doctor let out a groan and a frown creased his face.
"Martha, time to leave," Doctor Stoneleigh said.
She hurriedly finished wrapping the dressing, just as the Doctor's movements became more animated.
They'd just closed and locked the cell door, as the Doctor got to his feet and faster than they were happy about, he was at the front of the cell.
Martha flinched when he tapped the surface, but she went cold when she saw the smile that appeared on his face.
"My, my, Martha Jones, you're getting quicker at escaping me. Now that just won't do, I'll be sure to correct that once I'm out of here. And it seems the good captain is getting slower at taking those stairs."
The door to the cells opened.
"Oh look, it's the rest of Scooby gang. But which one is the dog?"
The Doctor looked straight at Jack, "Oh, there you are."
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Jack was already moving, the second he'd seen the Doctor get to his feet. But he was quicker than he thought and was already at the front of the cell by the time he and Ianto had reached the cells.
He ignored the Doctor's barbed comment and turned his back on him.
"Martha, go back upstairs and keep Gwen and Ash company."
"That's it, be a good girl and run along," the Doctor said.
Jack didn't miss the inflection in the Doctor's voice; something seemed off-kilter.
"I wondered where he was. It really is becoming quite tiresome, the way you keep him from me."
Doctor Stoneleigh tapped Jack's shoulder and said, "Did you notice the slight difference in his voice?"
"Yeah, what's with that?"
"I'm guessing, and it's only a guess, without a proper examination, a separate personality."
"Schizophrenia?"
"Don't want to make that assumption…do Time Lord suffer from the same mental problems as us?"
"The Master was as crazed as they come…so, yeah."
"This is not good, Jack. He's already borderline psychotic, if not already there. If this is another aberration then you'll have no choice but to send him to Flat Holm. We won't be able to keep him here, he'll need twenty-four hour supervision."
"You know, it's rude to talk about someone when they're standing in their cell," the Doctor said.
Again there was that inflection in the Doctor's voice, it was cold in tone…then it came to him.
"Back at the London house, he was wild, out of control, almost feral. But now he's way too calm, the complete opposite, even his body language."
"Are you deaf as well as rude. I said it's not polite to talk about the Time Lord when he still in the room," the Doctor said.
This time Jack didn't ignore him. He turned back, to find the Doctor still leaning on the clear front.
"Are we playing the Jekyll and Hyde card now?"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow and smiled….a Joker's smile that only accentuated the gleam of insanity in his eyes. Then his smile faded as he spoke.
"You do realise that there's still a Lakesh out there…oh and one very large and hungry snake. Not that it matters to me."
Jack knew there was more, "And?"
"And, you seem to have locked up your only way of finding them…but then, what do I care if they kill the whole population of London."
Jack held his gaze, trying to find even the smallest sign of sanity in them and failing. It looked like the decision had been made for him.
"Not your problem, the only place you're going is Flat Holm."
The Doctor's smile turned sour, then it became a scowl.
"Flat Holm, you're sending me to a lunatic asylum. I really don't think you are."
Jack stiffened his spine, "In fact, you'll be going tonight, and if I have to wrap you in chains to do it, I will."
He turned away then, the Doctor actually silent for a change.
"Call them," he said to Doctor Stoneleigh, and with that he left.
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Gwen was not happy with Jack and she and Martha were making it plain to him.
"Flat Holm, you can't stick him in there. He'll never come out again," Martha said.
"How can you put him with all those crazies?" Gwen said, her temper already flaring.
"Because I can, and I have to," Jack replied.
"Why?" both the women said together.
"Because I can't watch him twenty-four seven, they can. You saw him Martha, that's not a sane person, not in anyone's book. It would be better for everyone if he was there."
"But…"Martha started to say.
"No arguments," Jack snapped. "I've made my decision, he goes. We can't look after him and look for those things in the sewers in London…and glaring at me won't help. He goes tonight, and that's the end of it."
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The hours until they were ready to transport the Doctor seemed to drag, and they braced themselves for a fight, thinking that the Doctor wouldn't go quietly.
However, to everyone's surprise and Jack's suspicion, he didn't resist, nor verbally abuse them. The flight to Flat Holm also seemed to last for an eternity, the expanse of water seemed more like an ocean that a strip of grey water.
Only Doctor Stoneleigh and his-self had escorted the Doctor and they only relaxed when he was into the room that would be his permanent place of incarceration.
As the door was closing the Doctor turned and finally spoke, his tone was level and full of promise.
"I'll be seeing you again…soon."
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"Oh great, this is that last thing I needed before clocking off," the maintenance supervisor said.
"Not my fault someone reported weird noises coming from the drains," a voice replied over his walkie-talkie.
"Well, I can't see anything," he said, as he stuck his head into the drain. "Hang on…I thought I saw…what the hell….no….no…"
"Paul, what is it? What can you see? Paul…are you there…Paul!?"
The only reply that came was the hissing static from the walkie-talkie.