A/N:
Second long chapter today! Enjoy reader!!
Rose awoke feeling tense and stiff. Suddenly remembering what had happened prior to this moment, she jerked her eyes open and tried to sit up... but, she couldn't move. Staring at the blank wall in front of her, she grunted as she tried to tug her arms from their locked position. It became clear that Rose had been restrained against a hard board vertically, facing a blank wall. It was just, so, dull? She yanked forward and immediately regretted her decision: the board spun forward quickly countering her weight and yanking her down. All Rose could do to stop herself from screaming was swallow and bite her lip with her eyes shut. She now faced the opposite direction except she was pinned upside down. Emitting an exasperated sort of scream-growl, Rose felt the blood flowing to her head so she kept her eyelids still squeezed shut. The girl would soon black out again if somebody didn't come and tip her back the right way around. She opened her eyes and watched a few scientists as they observed her through a glass window. Further beyond them, a modern lab slowed down to watch her. It felt wrong to be the one behind doors. Tubes of chemicals steamed next to cameras unlike any she'd seen for the last three years whilst busy people sat at computers in a row in front to the left. Rose scowled at the ignorant men and women,
"Excuse me, but I do have human rights, you know?"
At first, the nearest humans took a step back- surprised. It took the closest man a couple of seconds to understand what she meant but his faced didn't show pity as he entered Rose's cell and pushed her back upright. He then spun the bed around p to face him. Rose shook her head and gave the scientist a piece of her mind,
"I'm so sorry, but I AM NOT a test subject! I need to find my friends, now get the hell off of me and let me outta here!"
The man sighed and shrugged before leaving her alone again. He slammed the door and Rose scowled at the onlookers feeling weak and disrespected. She squirmed against the cuffs attaching her to the vertical bed. The viewers had turned away by now and a rigid rope of tort hatred wrapped itself around Rose's heart. A single tear rolled away and all the grieving girl could do was shake quietly pinned to the table. Gas soon began to fill the chamber and Rose let out a moan of discomfort. In a last spark of hope, she released the last pocket of energy stored inside and failed to escape for the tenth time. Tears didn't roll down her cheeks like they would have when she was 19 but a growing temper boiled through her swirling, brown irises. As the gas worked into her head, the restrained girl began to lose strength ten to the dozen and her thoughts that were once bathed in wrath drifted away slowly leaving way to a new hope and a soft smile. She was home, her universe, home.
The crazy psychopath rolled his eyes one last time before shooting him with his laser-screwdriver. Jack's body slumped low to the floor and his murderer had his guards chain the momentarily dead body to the wall. This man, breathing for nearly a thousand years, smirked at his little prize: Captain Jack Harkness. A member of the Time Agency, a locked point in time, leader for Torchwood 3, a friend of the Doctor and the holder of the knowledge required. The Master started easy at first,
"The girl, who was she?"
Jack had denied all answers to what he was asked which led to the Master's harsh punishment. Jack's curse would play to the Master's advantage: let him die over and over again until he gave in and blurted out the information. Striding back and forth across his office, the man almost jumped out of his skin when the miracle of a human burst back to life. Jack grinned,
"Still not gonna get it from me, Koschei. You'd have to literally break into my head to find it and I doubt you can do that."
The Master sighed over dramatically,
"Oh, you do underestimate me sometimes, Jack. Go on, try me?"
Jack writhed uncomfortably as the Master pressed his hand against the man's head. Jack had taken one step to far and now he would pay the price, or more likely his friend but that guilt would be relayed back to him in the end. Jack grimaced as the touch-telepath invaded his life and tore around every memory. A lean smirk covered the crazed man's young face as he harvested the life of this impossible human. His mind raced to the very back of Jack's brain and crashed straight into an adventure. The hidden secrets buried away like treasures. The Doctor: all big ears and leather jacket overcrowded Jack's memories. Soon enough, a very slim but tall man who wore a brown, pin-striped suit with a long trench coat populated Jack's spontaneous thoughts. This man had very good hair and was very attractive. Then came the Tardis whirring into view. Daleks and Cybermen. Torchwood and Mickey, Donna, Martha, Gwen and Rose. The Master slowed this spinning story and closely observed the Doctor's pets. One wore a maroon, leather jacket and had dark skin with black, short hair. She appeared to be a nurse of some kind and jealousy seemed to cloud her at times. Another was a smallish red-head with a feisty prick and terrible fashion sense. She was clearly not one to pick a fight with and the Master looked forward to seeing her. She seemed to be the 'latest edition' and was last seen at the Midnight spa. Koschei reached out and pulled away the slither of memory he needed: Rose with the Doctor and what she was like. Time began to tick once again and Jack gasped for air.
The cold air hit the Doctor bitterly as he stepped out of his police box. He grunted at his friend and Donna followed him back into the Tardis. His machine began to whir and creak and the pulsing slowly subsided to silence. Donna looked at him questioningly as he strode towards the screen with his hands stuck in his pockets. Unusually, his optimistic and friendly demeanour was weak and he seemed much less approachable. Donna shivered and quickly tagged along. She shook her head as the friend she traveled with pulled a lever and landed his box somewhere new.
"Hold on a minute, why are we in Cardiff?"
The Doctor didn't turn around but replied grimly,
"A friend."
Walking through the doors and out into the open, the sad man continued off towards a dark staircase by a nearby building around the busy square they'd parked in. As the two reached the base of the stairs, the press of a gun pushed itself into their back's. The Doctor whined loudly and turned around,
"Does Jack seriously never tell his friends that guns aren't the only solution?"
Donna looked at him incredulously,
"You mean that Jack, the good looking one?"
The Doctor groaned, shook his head, face-palmed with a sarcastic comment,
"No, Donna. He's my brother. What do you think?! Yes, that Jack."
Donna grinned wildly. The Doctor rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the shaded figure,
"Right, yes. Hello! I'm the Doctor and this is Donna."
Donna chorused,
"Hello!"
The stranger lowered the guns and cocked their head to the right. The bright man continued,
"That's better, thank you. Now, I'm here to see Jack."
The man picked up his little con and stepped into the light,
"How do you know Jack?"
The Doctor scratched his neck and leaned forwards and backwards from toes to heels. He explained briefly that they met in an alien situation and that they had been friends for a long time. At that moment, a door behind them rolled open and the Doctor spun around quickly, his coat flapping around his legs. A massive grin accumulated his face and the previous anger was forgotten,
"Martha Jones...not undermining U.N.I.T are you?"
Martha dropped her tablet which clattered to the floor and her jaw dropped. She ran at him and flung her arms around his shoulders allowing him to pick her up in a tight squeeze. When he put her back down she smacked him hard on the cheek,
"That's for not coming around until now! Why are you here?"
Donna failed to stifle her laugh as she drank in the Doctor's surprise. His face held bewilderment and shock as though the impossible had happened even though he'd been slapped so many times before. Martha and Donna shared a knowing smile before they all headed into the base in bursts of chatter.
A/N:
Well, that's all for this week. Will continue to write. Sorry if there are any tiny mistakes in it!
~Kitty xx