This chapter has been modified and re-posted. I don't think it worked last time as I tried to hard for Jack to be violent. It didn't really come across right or sound like Jack at all. So the first part is new but the second section has been modified and the final part is untouched.
Jack awoke later that morning to the sound of the Doctor whimpering. He sighed thinking the Doctor was having a nightmare and turned over to hold him and saw the Doctor's eyes were open and he was staring at Jack.
"Hey what's the matter," Jack asked him softly.
"Ow," The Doctor moaned. He examined the bandages and saw that the Doctor had stopped bleeding. He stood up and left the room, coming back a minute later with a bowl of water and a wash cloth. He gently started to help the Doctor take his shirt off and the Doctor cried out in pain.
"What happened?" Jack asked concerned. When he got his shirt off he saw the reason for the Doctor's distress. His right shoulder was a massive black and purple bruise, from slamming himself into the wall. "I'm going to get Martha. I'll be right back." Jack said softly and as a testament to how much pain he was in all the Doctor did was nod.
Finding Martha quickly the two of them hurried back to the Doctor. Martha examined his arm carefully as the Doctor held Jack's arm with his free hand.
"It doesn't appear to be broke. He's lucky on the fact he doesn't break as easily as a human, but I think he has still sprained it." She informed Jack. "I need to x-ray it to be sure." Together they got the Doctor to the autopsy room and Jack helped him to lay on the table. He still was holding Jack tightly, so Jack had no choice but to stay while Martha x-ray'd the Doctor's arm and confirmed it was in fact just sprained.
"He's going to have to wear a sling and I don't want him using that arm until it is better." She sighed. "In a perfect world, we could stop him but knowing him, I expect the sling to be missing by tonight."
"Give him some credit," Jack chuckled. "Half hour, hour tops."
Martha got a glass of water and two pills. "You need to take these."
"No," The Doctor said simply.
"Would you rather have a shot or the pills?" He glared at Martha as he reluctantly let go of Jack to take the pills from her. The minute he had them, they went flying across the room and his hand returned to Jack's arm. Martha went back to the cabinet and pulled out two more pills, followed by a syringe and a vial of medicine. She returned to the Doctor. "Choose." She said.
He took the pills and this time placed them in his mouth and then took the water and swallowed. Martha smiled and put the syringe away as soon as the cupboard closed the Doctor spit the pills into his hand.
"Yuck." He said making a face. He dropped the pills on the ground and then wiped his hand on Jack's coat.
"Oi." Jack exclaimed.
Martha shook her head as she filled the syringe and came over. "No," He said firmly. She ignored him as Jack grabbed his good arm and held him and Martha gave him the injection. Thankfully this time he didn't go into a flash back but instead sat there grumpily.
"Pills next time," Martha asked as cleaned up and he nodded.
-DW-
That afternoon, after Martha had taken the Doctor into the Tardis, to continue working with him, Jack headed back to the cells, with a folding chair, under his arm. He stopped in front of the Doctor's cell and saw that someone had cleaned up the blood and that there was a new mattress laying in the cell. He would have to thank Ianto for it later. He hummed happily to himself as he approached the last cell.
He looked in and saw that Martha had gone into the cell and had removed the tape from Charles mouth. She had also tended to some of his wounds. Jack wasn't surprised. Martha was a doctor and it wasn't in her nature to leave a wounded person untreated. Even if that person was a vile piece of shit. Jack opened Charles cell and sat down the chair. He didn't bother to close the cell door as he sat down and stared at the man.
"Come to question me?" Charles asked him. "You won't get any answers. I have been trained not to talk."
"Yet you run your mouth. Most are trained to give name, rank and serial number. You seem to have been trained on how to get yourself killed." Jack leaned forward. "I will make this easy on you. Talk and then I will kill you slowly and painfully or don't talk and I'll still kill you slowly and painfully."
"First question. Why the Doctor?" Jack asked.
"Because I needed someone new to bend over my desk." Charles spat. Jack stood up and punched Charles in the side of the face.
"Wrong answer." Jack said calmly. "I'll ask you again. Why the Doctor?"
"You said you were going to break my limbs first." Charles hissed through gritted teeth before spitting blood and part of a tooth out.
"I lied." Jack replied, sitting down. "But if you want, I'll be happy to break your other leg."
Charles went quiet. "Answer my question."
"Charles, scientist, 70025." Charles smirked at him. He stayed sitting down as he pulled out his gun and cocked it. Smiling he pointed it straight at Charles head.
"You don't have the courage." Charles mocked him. He pointed the gun down and fired it at the wall between Charles's feet and watched the bullet ricochet into his leg. Charles cried out in pain.
He calmly pointed the gun at his head again. "He landed on the base." Charles said.
"Is that the only reason?"
"Yes."
"He is the last of his kind, what did you hope to accomplish by testing drugs on him? There is no one else."
"There could be one day."
"Fair enough," He kicked Charles broken knee.
"I answered you."
"I know, that's why I didn't shoot you," He replied. "Why did you rape the Doctor? What information could you possible have gotten from that?"
"I didn't rape him, he enjoyed it." The words were barely out of Charles mouth before he screamed as Jack stood up and his boot met Charles's knee again. He gasped in pain and barely had stopped screaming when Jack kicked his other knee in. Charles screamed louder as his weight fell to where he was hanging by his wrist. Jack kicked his knee a second time for good measure, before grabbing Charles hair and forcing his head upwards to look at Jack.
"Did you enjoy that?" Jack hissed at him.
"Yes," Charles answered. He slugged Charles in the jaw and watched as Charles spit out more blood. He hit him again.
-DW-
When he left the cell, he headed straight to his room and stood beneath the shower and turned on the hot water. He let the water run over him and watched as the water in the bottom of the tub turned red before disappearing down the drain. Finally he pulled himself out, got dressed in dry clothes, and headed up into the hub.
"Bring Sky to my office." He told Ianto as he walked by him. He sat down behind his desk and waited. After a few minutes Sky came in and he gestured at the chair in front of the desk. She sat down and looked at him nervously.
"I am going to ask you a question and you better not lie to me." Jack told her.
"Okay," She said, her voice barely audible.
"How did you get here?" Jack asked her and she looked away.
"The Doctor brought me here." She whispered.
"Sky I really don't want to hurt you." Jack said calmly. "The Doctor came back to the hub thanks to return protocols that he had set in place and you weren't with him. So I'll ask you again, how did you get here?"
"They sent me here." Sky was starting to cry but Jack didn't care.
"Why?"
"After I helped the Doctor escape, we sat in the bottom of the Tardis and he didn't move, he just laid there. I kept begging him to move, but he wouldn't listen. We were going to starve, so I took a chance and stepped off. The minute I closed the doors behind me, the box started to make a strange noise and disappeared. That's when they found me." She paused and stared down.
"Go on."
"They held me for weeks, but then offered to spare my life, if I agreed to come here and try to get information on the whereabouts of the Doctor."
"So they know where you are?"
"Yes." She replied silently.
"What have you told them?" Jack asked.
"Nothing," Jack headed towards her. "Nothing honest. By now they probably think I am dead."
Jack sat down on the desk in front of her. "You kept your end of the deal and provided information that led to the capture of Charles, now I will keep mine and continue to offer you protection. But if I find out you lied to me, I swear that protection ends and I will give your head to them. Is that understood?"
"Y-y-y-es" She stuttered as the door to the office opened and the Doctor wandered in.
"Jack," He exclaimed happily not even looking at Sky. He pointed at himself, "Martha Doctor banana." He held up a banana and then sat in his chair and turned on the telly.
"You can go," Jack said to Sky and headed back to his own chair. Sky ran from the office.