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 that stained the walls. There was also a new mattress laying against the far wall for the Doctor to use in the morning. He appreciated how his team helped him to look after the Time Lord and he was going to have to thank Ianto for taking care of the Doctor later. Looking away, he hummed happily to himself as he approached the last cell.
He looked in to see that Martha had been in the cell. She had not only removed the tape from Charles's mouth but she had also cleaned up the blood on his face as well as tended to some of his wounds to his face that would have restricted his breathing. Jack wasn't surprised as Martha was always first and foremost doctor. It wasn't in her nature to leave a wounded person untreated. Even if that person was a vile piece of shit. Jack was just happy to see that she had left the rest of his wounds untreated and his leg still stuck out at an odd angle. Jack opened Charles's cell and sat the chair down. He didn't bother to close the cell door as he sat down on it staring at the man.
"Come to question me?" Charles tried to ask him cheerfully, though he sounded as if he were in pain. "I will have you know that I have been trained not to talk. You might as well leave now as you won't be getting any answers from me."
"Yet you continue to run your mouth. See I have been in the military. A few of them actually and one thing I know is that most people who they find important are trained to only give their name, rank and serial number. You on the other hand seem to have been trained on how to get yourself killed. Which leads me to believe that you are not as important as you think you are and don't have the answers I want anyways. Normally I would just hold you in these cells until I was able to transport you to a prison colony. But in your case Charles, I am going to take pleasure in killing you," Jack informed him as he leaned forward. "So, I will make this easy on you. Talk to me then I will kill you slowly and painfully. If you don't talk to me, I will break every bone in your body then I will still kill you slowly and painfully."
"We both know you are to much of a coward to actually kill me so how about I don't talk then you let me go?" Charles replied.
"First question," Jack stated ignoring Charles's question. "Out of every species out there that you could have chosen were you stupid enough to pick the Doctor?"
"Because I needed someone new to bend over my desk at night," Charles spat. Jack stood up getting close to the scientist. He didn't give him any warning as he swung his fist connecting it firmly with Charles's jaw.
"Wrong answer," Jack told him calmly. "So, I'll ask you again. Why the Doctor?"
"His cooler body temperature felt good on my..." Jack cut him off with another punch to the mouth. He hit him twice more before reaching into his pocket and pulling his knife out. Opening it he placed the blade just above Charles's groin.
"Answer me like that again and I swear I am going to cut it off," Jack threatened him.
"You said you were going to break my limbs first," Charles hissed through gritted teeth before spitting blood and part of a tooth out on to the floor beside them.
"I lied," Jack responded. "Although if it will make you happy." Jack used his full weight to stomp down on Charles ankle on the same side as his broken leg. Charles screamed in pain as the sound of the bones snapping filled the cell. Jack felt no pity for him as he turned and went back to his chair. Putting his knife away he sat down once more. Charles struggled to breath through the pain in his leg. "I hope that is what you wanted but if it wasn't just let me know and I'll be happy to break your other leg. So how about we skip that and you just answer my question."
"Charles, scientist, 711825," Charles told him finally. Jack rolled his eyes at the answer. He stayed sitting down as he pulled out his gun and cocked aim, he pointed it straight at Charles's head.
"You don't have the courage," Charles mocked him. He pointed the gun down and fired it straight into Charles's foot. Charles cried out in pain. As calmly as he could he pointed the gun at Charles's head again. "He landed on the base," Charles finally answered.
"Is that the only reason?" Jack questioned him, releasing the safety on the gun.
"Yes."
"Next question, he is the last of his kind. What did you hope to accomplish by testing drugs on him that were specific to Time Lords? Besides him, there is no one else who would benefit from the information you received."
"There could be one day as the information could be used for other two hearted species and not just Time Lords," Charles responded as he eyed the gun wearily.
"Fair enough," Jack told him. He did stand up as he kicked Charles's broken knee.
"I answered you," Charles cried out.
"I know, that's why I didn't shoot you," Jack told him with a shrug. "Now the one thing I really don't understand is why did you rape the Doctor night after night? What information could you possibly have gotten from that?"
"Pleasure. Also, I didn't rape him, he asked me for it and enjoyed it." The words were barely out of Charles's mouth before he screamed as Jack stood up and his boot met Charles's knee again. Jack then kicked his knee a second time for good measure. Charles screamed as his weight fell to where he was hanging by his wrist. He gasped in pain and barely had stopped screaming when Jack pulled out his knife running it along the skin of Charles groin. A thin line of blood seeped down his pale skin as he screamed louder. He stopped before he actually did any serious damage as he still needed to question him and didn't want him bleeding out. Throwing his knife aside, he grabbed Charles hair, forcing his head down to look him in the eyes.
"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 decided he was done questioning him for now as he hit him again.
-DW-
When he finally left the cell, he practically ran as he headed straight to his room. Stripping off his clothes, he threw them in the trash bin before he climbed into the shower. He turned the water on as hot as he could tolerate, letting it run over his aching body. He closed his eyes as he didn't want to watch as the water in the bottom of the tub turned red before disappearing down the drain. He didn't want to think of the things that man did to the Doctor and that he allowed himself to do to him as repayment. He couldn't help it, though. With his eyes closed he could see the bloody, barely breathing mess that was hanging in the cell. He coughed, falling to his knees as he was sick. The Doctor would be ashamed of him if he ever found out what Jack did to that man. If Jack had his way, though, the Doctor wasn't ever going to know.
It took a while, but finally he pulled himself out of the shower. He got dressed in clean clothes before heading up into the hub. The Doctor was sitting with Martha waiting for him by the rift computer. He bounded over to Jack happily upon seeing him. Jack wrapped his arms around the Time Lord holding him close and as tightly as he could without hurting his arm. The Doctor didn't mind as he laid his head onto Jack's chest, gripping his shirt with his free arm.
"Are you alright?" Martha asked in concern as Jack continued to stand in one place.
"I will be," Jack replied softly he dropped a kiss on the top of the Doctor's head. The Doctor sighed leaning further into him. There was nothing more that Jack wanted to do in that moment than head to bed and cuddle with the Doctor knowing that the Time Lord was safe in his arms. He had other work to do first, though. Releasing the Doctor, he took his hand as he turned to Ianto.
"Can you please go get Sky from the cells and bring her to my office?" He asked him.
"Right away sir," Ianto responded heading down the stairs. Martha headed down after Ianto and Jack didn't try to stop her. Instead he led the Doctor to his office taking their normal spots by the desk. The Doctor released Jack long enough that he could turn the telly. He curled up in the chair, resting his head on the armrest as he stared up at it. Jack watched the telly for a moment too, even if he wasn't interested in the show that was on while he waited for Sky. He didn't have to wait long as after only a few minutes Sky came in. He turned back to his desk as he gestured at the chair in front of it. She sat down looking up at him nervously.
"I am going to ask you a question and you better not lie to me," Jack told her.
"Okay," She replied, her voice barely audible.
"How did you get here?" Jack asked her. Moving her eyes she looked away from him.
"The Doctor brought me here," She whispered.
"Sky I really don't want to hurt you," Jack informed her calmly. "The Doctor came back to the hub thanks to return protocols that he had set in place. At the time, he didn't have the mental capacity to know how to drop you off then come back to the hub alone. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he still wasn't able to drive the TARDIS, but that is a matter for another time. The point is that you weren't with him so he couldn't have brought you here. So I'll ask you again, how did you get here?"
"They sent me here," Sky told him, her voice shaking. She was starting to cry, but Jack wasn't sure why nor did he care. He had known that from the time she arrived that she had to have been sent and he was just happy that she finally admitted it.
"Why?" Jack wondered.
"After I helped the Doctor escape I took the box with his items and tried to leave. By then they had found Charles, so I was arrested for my actions. 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. I didn't expect the Doctor to be here already," Sky responded. Jack nodded.
"So they know where you are?" He questioned
"Yes." She replied silently.
"What have you told them?" Jack asked staring at her.
"Nothing." She stammered. Jack stood up going around the desk. He knew she was lying to him about that. Mickey had recently intercepted a coded message that had originated from the hub. They didn't have enough information to decode it, though and Jack didn't want Sky to know that they were on to her. He just silently hoped that Ianto wasn't in on it and she had only gotten the message out by taking advantage of Ianto's trust in her. He sat down on the front of the desk as she continued. "Honestly I have told them nothing. I haven't been in contact with them since I arrived as I have been unable to get to the meeting points. By now they probably think I am dead."
"You so far have kept your end of the deal and provided information that led to the capture of Charles. For now I will keep mine and continue to offer you protection. If I find out you lied to me, though, I swear that protection ends. I will make you suffer before I give what's left of your head to them. Is that understood?" Jack threatened her.
"Y-y-y-es," She stuttered.
"Jack," the Doctor exclaimed happily reminding them he was there. Jack looked over at him. The Doctor smiled as he pointed at himself. "Jack, Doctor banana?" Jack smiled back at him.
"Of course you can have a banana. In fact, I think it is about time we thought about lunch," Jack responded to him. He stood up, heading towards the Doctor. "You can go," Jack told Sky with his back to her. He helped the Doctor up from his chair as he heard the door open as Sky ran from the office.