35

Hendry woke to the feeling of a body against him and he moved to tell Jaxton that the covers were off again only to pause as it all came flooding back to him.

He opened his eyes and looked into the face of Jaxton, broken and bloodied.

He wept.

Time has no meaning when there is only grief and Hendry didn't care anyway. He stroked what skin was not damaged, kissing those lips he loved so much, begging for one more smile.

Several times he checked his heartbeat, convinced he had died on him, only to weep with relief as that strong heart he kept in the palm of his hand beat on.

When the door finally opened and rough hands tried to separate him from his beloved, Hendry finally screamed.

His elbow was an accurate weapon, as was his forehead.

The headbutt, sending one back with his own howl as his nose spurted blood.

Hendry snarled, roared and begged as his fingers started to slip with the blood on skin.

Jaxton was dragged from the room by his feet and Hendry raged.

"Seems the High King has changed his mind" someone sighed from the doorway as Hendry struggled with the three guards holding him down, "Doesn't want damaged goods."

"Must be some sort of mind control" one panted, his cheek sporting a rather impressive bite mark.

"We can't kill him, he is of royal blood" someone said behind them, Hendry not caring as his fingers found a crotch and a new yodel filled the room and Hendry grinned manically.

"Well he's too damaged to go back to his people, look what they've bloody done to him!" a woman blustered.

"These were your agents! You were supposed to control them, not fuck the sharp featured one!" came a sharp reply.

"My personal relationship with Johnty Gernax has nothing to do with this!" she blustered, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Yeah? Well, you are the one I see, you are the one to fix this shit!" came the reply.

"I have a child, I cannot …"

"The child is not our concern. Your bastard is your problem!" the man with the clipboard finally spoke, "We will wipe him and replace him somewhere the other two can never find him! You, you can clean up your own mess, Clarista."

"Pity" someone sighed, "He is pretty."

Hendry exploded, forcing his feet under himself and thrusting two off, the third yelping as his arm bent at an angle not conductive to its movement.

The snap was loud, as was the scream of pain.

Hendry's laugh was soft but blood curdling.

"Wipe, replace!" the clip board nodded, "She goes with to make sure it sticks!"

"Now, wait a goddamned minute!" the Agency Master bristled as she saw where this was going and cursed her mate for leaving her in this mess.

The grinding of the Tardis made them all groan and the Doctor was calmly talking as he exited the box, "There you are. I am not used to this trickery … what are you doing?"

With the arrival of the Tardis, one had quickly slapped the mind wipe patch on Hendry's neck and he convulsed as he lost himself to the void.

"My heart, my heart. Where … no … please … my heart. Johnty, my heart …. Keep … keep …. My heart …. Johnty …. My love …. Cariad …no …. No ….. Captain …..No ….." Hendry babbled as he writhed at their feet.

"NO!" the Doctor cried, realizing he was too late.

He stormed next door to where Jax lay and slapped off the patch on his neck, knowing he was two years too late.

Knowing he could not see him now, could not threaten the timelines, the Doctor retreated with anger, finding them crowed around Hendry.

"What do we do for a name?" one asked.

Clipboard examined his notes.

"A local name? Find what is a common name for the region you dump him in. Use that. Also, we need to find a last name. As is their custom, name him after where he belongs. Make sure High King Jonas is represented in that. So he will be forever marked as his."

They looked up as the Doctor strode past, entering the Tardis and trying to console the one waiting within, his fingers tearing at his face as he heard his beloved's babbling.

"I am sorry Johnty. I can do no more." The Doctor said with sorrow, "he is gone. This, this was on the ground."

The ring was in the palm of his hand and Johnty sobbed as he plucked it and slid it onto his own hand.

He would keep it; he would need it one day.

His only comfort was the knowledge that he visited himself several times.

So he had a plan, somewhere in the future, he had a pan.

Somewhere in the future, he found them. Had to have, to give this to himself all that time ago. Now knowing it was his beloved's. He gave it to himself knowing it would find its way back. Enough to do your head in, that.

"You heard where they are taking him?" he asked the Doctor, trying to remain calm.

"Back to the planet you were on, but another time. They wouldn't say" the Doctor said sadly.

"And Jax?"

"Don't worry about him. I know where he is headed, I'll find him. Believe it or not, I already did. You do what you must." The Doctor sighed softly.

"Where? Where is Jax? You know?" Johnty begged.

"I can drop you there, but go no further" the Doctor sighed as it all made sense to him. Gods he hated knowing everything.

This was going to get ugly.

Johnty squared his shoulders and glared at the Doctor, "Take me to Jax."

"Jack" the Doctor corrected. "His name is Jack Harkness now, Johnty."

"And so I will be John." Johnty said with a sneer, "John Hart."