Wow okay, this chapter is dedicated to Laced-with-fire for guessing the quote, the show and the character who said it! It was "I like my plan better; get up, get out, get drunk, repeat as needed; it's just more elegant." From Buffy the Vampire Slayer said by Spike. Well done for guessing it, only Cara guessed as well but didn't get it all! Oh, BTW got my GCSE results...3 A's, 4 B's, 2 C's and and A star. I'm so happy coz i was predicted D's and C's! Please make my week the best and review, I cherish every single one I get. Thank you so much. (Bit of a warning here; it gets angsty so if it's not your thing, don't read.)
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Truth, Fact and Blatant Lie
Jack looked at the unfamiliar form of the Doctor. He saw the new found lightness that this brilliant man possessed pushed out by fear, guilt and shame. The light was fading as quickly as Rose's innocence had left her. All of Jack's instincts were saying to go with the Doctor. He knew that no-one could face a man who'd done what Adam did to Rose without feeling guiltier, ignominy being injected into his veins like poison from a dart. It boiled his blood just knowing what had happened so he couldn't begin to wonder what the Doctor was experiencing. The Doctor had watched it happen, seen the woman he loved hurt, her sanity torn into pieces. No. Jack had made up his mind. Jack trusted his instincts. "I'm going with you, Doctor."
The Doctor's head shot up from its locked position on Rose's sleeping body. "No, someone has to watch Rose."
"She isn't in any danger right now; the TARDIS'll look after her." Jack met the Doctor's eye. Blue battling with brown. "Doctor, I need this as well."
He sighed long and paused. "Just…just promise me that you won't do anything stupid."
Jack grinned and placed two fingers to his temple, saluting him. "Time Scout's honour, sir!"
"As if you were ever a scout." The Doctor smiled and strode over to the door.
Bows and flows of angel hair
Ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere,
I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way.
The Doctor wrenched the door open hard and gestured at Jack to move. As he strode by, the Doctor stared hard at him. He knew there was something else, something that Jack, a man he trusted and loved, was hiding from him. Closing the door behind him softly, the Doctor followed Jack down the cold, silent hallway quickly catching up with him. Taking the lead, Jack followed him, his boot-clad feet pounding on metal gridded flooring. Secretly, the Doctor had no plan. No idea what to expect from Adam. He knew the boy well enough to expect a few tricks and manipulating lies but the Doctor knew that Jack wouldn't be able to shut Adam's lies out forever. He'd ignore them for a while. At least until Adam talked about Rose. Jack loved Rose, was protective of her and he was a trained killer. He wouldn't have any qualms about beating Adam to a pulpy, bloody, bruised death. Realisation hit him. This was why he wasn't objecting to bringing Jack along for the ride. He wanted Adam dead.
He stopped as he heard Adam laughing and muttering to himself behind a door. Finding his screwdriver quickly, he looked at Jack pointedly and aimed it at the lock of the door, depressing the button. Opening the door he found Adam standing upright, forehead leaning against the back wall, fingering the marks of Rose's blood. His voice was low and resonating. "I knew you'd be back. Couldn't leave me in here forever, huh?"
He spoke strongly, loudly. "No. But I can't let you go either." Turning around and locking the door back up, the Doctor glanced at Jack behind him. Stoically quiet, unusually so. "I wanna talk to you Adam; I wanna know why you're hurting her like this."
Adam still faced the wall, tips of his fingers tracing bloody handprints. "You know why. I've told you all this before."
"No. You told me a story, a fairytale, Adam. You told me what you wanted me to hear. I want the truth."
Adam snapped, shouting at the wall. "I told you the truth!"
"No. You told me lies, I want cold hard fact."
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels,
The dizzy dancing way you feel as every fairy tale becomes real;
I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show.
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.
Adam laughed. "You want me to tell you how she begged, pleaded for me to stop? You want me to tell you how her screams sounded? You want me to say how her skin felt beneath my fingers? How hot she was? How tight she was? How she smelled? How she looked as I raped her, helpless, tied up? You want me to describe to you how her skin tasted of blood, of sweat, of fear!" his voice reached a crescendo as he gripped the wall with his hands. "Believe me; I soaked up everything, with all five senses." The Doctor placed his own palm on top of Jack's chest to keep him back. This was truth, the cold hard fact the Doctor needed. "No, Doctor. You don't need me to tell you all this because you already know it, don't you. You know what she sounds like, what she looks like when you hurt her because you've done it before"
He restrained himself and Jack from beating the life out of him. "Tell me. Tell me why."
"Why?" Adam questioned. "Why? Maybe it's just me, all along. Maybe it's because of you. Maybe it's because of my parents." He breathed deeply. "So in your professional opinion, Doc, was it nature or nurture that made me this?"
The Doctor swallowed, staring at Adam's back. "To be honest, I think you have a morbid desire to burn in hell."
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud,
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds,
I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange,
They shake their heads, they say I've changed.
Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.
Adam's laugh was cold and callous, "Never in all my days did I think of you as being a religion freak, Doctor. Hell? D'you really believe in such a thing?"
He thought for a moment, lowering his hand from jack's chest and clutching onto the sonic screwdriver. "I believe in justice. In one life or the next. Maybe it's just wishful thinking."
Adam was almost triumphant, smirking to himself, "Ahh! There's the truth!"
"Tell me, Adam, tell me why you did this to her."
His voice went monotonous, almost as if he were a broken record tired of repeating himself over and over. "Because you love her, I told you that."
"No. I want the real reason."
Adam looked up to the ceiling and back down again to the wall, forehead once again resting on the plaster. "Reason's got nothing to do with it. I do what I want Doctor, I don't care about other people's feelings."
The Doctor dared to chance it. "Liar."
His head snapped away from the wall, his back straightened. "Don't you of all people call me a liar! Remember! I know who you are, what you've done! I saw you kill people! Innocent people who didn't deserve that kind of treatment!"
The Doctor remained calm but could feel his restraint stretching like elastic. "Don't make this about me, we're talking about you."
"I'll tell you why, I'll tell you why I raped her, why I broke her down, damn near gutted her for information about you." He punched the wall between his words, his voice growing louder, breaking, shattering the tension around him. "I did it because I wanted to do it. I hurt her because I could!" He turned around sharply to face the cold steel of the Doctor but was met by familiar eyes, he smiled coolly. "Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to see you again."
I've looked at love from both sides now,
from give and take, and still somehow
it's love's illusions I recall.
I really don't know love at all.
I've looked at life from both sides now,
From win and lose, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall.
I really don't know life at all.
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A/N: okay, thank you for reading it all but I really need to know if you saw this coming?