Jack remained up in his office working as he took care of the paperwork required by UNIT for their files. He had an almost empty bottle of whiskey open on the desk beside him that had been full when the morning started. It was difficult for him to get drunk on just plan whiskey but as long as he kept drinking it at this pace he remained pleasantly tipsy. It helped him not to focus on the Time Lord down in his own cells or the Time Lord at UNIT, even if he had to write reports. Finally, around eleven, he could put it off no longer and placed the long-overdue call to UNIT. The Brigadier reassured him though that no new information had been acquired since he had emailed him.
"The Master is still being strangely quiet in his cell and just sitting staring at the wall in front of him. It is making even my most seasoned guards uneasy and we have them cycle every few hours in order to keep up morale and not allow the Master to imitate any of them," The Brigadier explained.
"The Doctor is making enough noise for the both of them. I had to move him down to the cells because he won't stop screaming and it was disturbing my team," Jack answered. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair. "It would have been fine if all he was doing was screaming, but he is also swearing and threating to bring down the aliens that he once defended the earth from as well. I know once he is of a healthy mind, he will regret his words but right now I think he would really call the Daleks down in order to break free from Torchwood."
"My offer still stands to have him brought to UNIT while he withdrawals and recovers," Alistair reminded Jack.
"He is fine here. I have dealt with people detoxing in the past and while it is something I would have never expected to go through with him, I feel that we are better able to assist him here, away from the prying eyes of UNIT," Jack made clear. "He is also insistent that the Master is going to escape and if that does happen I feel it is better to have him here in Cardiff than right next to that man."
"I can assure you that every precaution is being taken to ensure that the Master remains in our custody," The Brigadier tried.
"We both know what kind of man he is though. I know you have dealt with him in the past during your time with the Doctor. I personally spent a year with him recently and know that he can be very persuasive when he wants to be. I will feel better when he is either dead or transported to a facility that is used to dealing with dangerous aliens of his caliber," Jack answered.
"Unless you have the technology to call an extraterrestrial down that we can trust to transport him to a secure prison then I am afraid that having him here at UNIT is our best option," he advised Jack.
"I don't at the moment and I would be reluctant to allow him aboard the TARDIS, even if the Doctor was completely healthy," Jack responded. It was a half-lie as he could monitor the skies using his vortex manipulator. There was always some sort of vessel in orbit, usually tourists, but none that he trusted that were equipped to take the Master. There were also several groups of aliens on Earth that he could speak with but they were in hiding and wouldn't willingly take the burden of the Master and risk exposure.
"No, nor I," the Brigadier agreed. They ended their call with pleasantries and reassurances that information would be passed as soon as it was available. Jack also promised that he would have Ianto type up and forward the reports as soon as possible. With the call ended, he finished off his bottle of whiskey as he completed the reports. Collecting them, he made his way down the stairs to where Ianto was still sitting by the CCTV. He had a pad of paper in front of him and was making notations as he stared at the screen.
"What are you writing?" Jack wondered as he approached the young Welshman.
"It took me a while to figure it out but he keeps signing letters in order to create words with his fingers," Ianto explained without looking away from the screen.
"Is he saying anything important?" Jack wondered. Ianto just shook his head no.
"Nothing yet. Mostly I have been able to decipher threats and being asked to be let go," Ianto answered. He moved the paper so that Jack could read it as he continued to write. At the top were the words let me go with tally marks next to them. He also had threats of bringing aliens to attack them or how he was the oncoming storm. Most of what he was signing was just an attempt to intimidate them but it was hard to be afraid when he was strapped down tightly to the bed with constant supervision in order to make sure that he stays down in the cells.
"You can continue to keep one eye on him but I need you to also type up these reports in order to forward them to UNIT as soon as possible," Jack told him. Ianto set aside the tablet and took the stack of papers from Jack. He flipped through them quickly seeing that none of them were standard templates but also weren't that long. It wouldn't take him that much time to type them up and he could have sent them to UNIT within a couple of hours. Pulling one of the other screens closers, he turned so that he could continue to keep an eye on the Doctor as he began to type.
Jack borrowed the notepad for a short time taking it down to the autopsy room where Martha was still working. She had cleaned and the weevil was no longer on the table. Instead, she was sitting at her computer working on blood and tissue samples in order to see if there was a reason why the Weevils were acting strange. So far, she had discovered nothing leaving her to believe that their clan had grown too large for their current location. She was close to concluding that they were probably just hungry and needed to be moved to a location that had food more readily available. She just had to finish her research in order to confirm her theory. Still, it was a welcome relief when Jack entered the room and she turned away from her work. She took the paper that she was handed reading it over.
"I told Ianto to keep an eye on him in case he says anything important like he is hungry or that he has to use the loo," Jack informed her. Martha looked at her watch. The Doctor had been with them about twelve hours now and he had yet to ask to use the loo or have a bottle. If he were human he would have had to use the toilet by now as he ate and drank during the night while Jack was watching him.
"How often does he need to use the toilet?" Martha wondered.
"Honestly, I don't know," Jack told her. He had seen the Doctor use the toilet while they traveled together and were imprisoned. He just didn't know how long the doctor had been holding it for before he had no choice but to go.
"I should place a catheter for him just in case then. I am also going to set up an IV so that he can get the nutrients he needs until he is ready to start eating again. It will also allow me to give him the medications he needs in order to help him through the withdrawal," Martha explained. She got up leaving the computer and headed over to the medical cupboard. From there she retrieved the IV and stand as well as the tubing that she would need and a bag with a few supplies. Together the two of them made their way down to the cells. As they approached the Doctor, they could hear him screaming still and threating to harm everyone in his path in order to make his escape. Jack typed in the code to unlock the door and opened it allowing Martha to go in first as he stood guard. The Doctor glared at her as he looked over at her.
"Hello, Doctor. How are you feeling?" Martha wondered.
"Like you really care. If you did care, you wouldn't be holding me against my will," the Doctor spat at her.
"Actually, I do care and that is why I am here. I am going to place an IV for you so that we can start providing you with medication in order to help you feel better while withdrawing. I am also going to place a catheter so that you will be more comfortable," Martha explained to him ignoring his anger. She approached the bed with Jack, handing him the catheter tube as she hung the IV off the stand. He swore at her as she placed the needle into his arm and taped it in place. She made sure that the line was running clear before she moved to place the catheter.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me," the Doctor yelled at her. Martha ignored him as she moved his trousers down. She took him carefully in her hand as she cleaned him with iodine. He continued to yell at her as she took the hose from Jack opening it. She carefully placed the tube making sure it was in place. She attached the bag opening the valve. Immediately it began to fill showing that despite his protest he needed to go. She waited until he was done before switching the bag so that she could test his urine.
"There isn't that better," Martha told him.
"Fuck you." Was the Doctor's only answer.