...Like a Hurricane named Jaime.
This chapter contains foul language, non-con telepathic intrusion, torture. Well, to be honest this whole chapter is dark.
Latin, Zulu, Xhosa, Welsh and Hawaiian all translate as The Hurricane.
Her whole body still tingled with electricity. Well, she had just been nothing but electrical currents for several minutes, but it felt weird, like she was currently suffering a bout of pins and needles. Or maybe because she was angry. Jaime was very angry, literally a raging, blood boiling, pissed off apoplectic hurricane. All her shields were up and her focus was mainly on Solomon. The man who had deliberately hurt her mother. The man who had sold people as slaves…and that had disgusted her even more.
"I'm here," she growled, slowly approaching Solomon. "But ye're so gannin' tae get more than ye bargained for!"
The Doctor stared at Jaime with wide eyes. He couldn't sense or feel anything from her, but he could see she was definitely angry. And what's more, he'd never seen her looking so…wild…before. Her hair was stood on end and electricity continued to crackle around her.
"Jaime, whatever you're thinking of doing, just stop right now!" He warned.
"Stay out of this, Doctor!" Jaime snapped without looking at him.
A sneering expression appeared on Solomon's face. "I don't just want you. I want the other two as well." He said.
An angry snarl emitted from Jaime's mouth and her dark eyes turned as cold as ice. "Tough shit," she growled. "Ye'll get wha' ye're fuckin' given! And it'll be somethin' ye'll learn tae regret."
Confusion washed off Solomon. Jaime moved quickly and before the trader even realised it she was face to face with him, the tingling of electricity could be felt across his skin. For a first time in a long time, Solomon felt scared.
Feeling this, an evil grin appeared and Jaime's hands shot out towards the trader, latching onto the sides of his head. With all her might, the Scots-girl brutally forced her way into his mind, looking for the information she required. He was screaming out in pain and she relished this as she continued to batter her way through his mind. She didn't notice The Doctor panicking, or the horrified expression on Rory's face. Alexia just looked confused in her hazy painkiller state.
When the rest of the team teleported in, she still didn't notice. And she completely ignored J.D begging her to stop. Though she had a feeling somebody was going to stop her, Jaime's face took on an angry snarl as she brutally rammed a telepathic tether into the centre of Solomon's brain, causing him further permanent pain. The renewed screams from the man was too much for one person to bare.
Rose rushed towards Jaime, gripped onto her and managed to drag her away from Solomon. The man groaned and sagged between his crutches, moaning at the way his head felt like it was splitting in two. "Get a hold of yourself, Jaime," the blonde scolded. "Can't you see what you're doing?" For her troubles she received a short, sharp shock, stunning her, and Jaime rudely pushed her away where she tumbled to the ground.
"Git the fuck off me," she shouted, seething. "I'm teachin' this fuckin' rat-bastard a lesson!"
As The Doctor helped Rose back to her feet, the Half-Time Lord warily approached Jaime. "Just…just calm down, okay." John tried to get through to her. She'd blocked herself off from him. "Just look at what you're doing!" The glare he received back was not a pretty sight.
"HE HURT MY MOTHER!" Jaime screamed back at him, electricity crackling like mad. "Tha' bastard hurt my ma' and he ain't gonna fuckin' git away with it, d'ye 'ken!?" She turned away to approach the still sagging pain-filled Solomon. He was taking in deep breaths and she could feel his fear as she read his vulnerable mind. His thoughts were scattered.
"Jaime, please…" J.D pleaded.
Jaime whirled back to face him. "YOU NEED TAE FIND THE CONTROL DECK!" She angrily roared back at them. It was so loud that they had to cover their ears, while it also caused a small rumble throughout the corridor. "This ship is breakin' through Earth's atmosphere, so you need tae get it started before it causes serious problems." Turning her attention back in Solomon, Jaime seemed to pull at something, which caused the trader to howl in pain. "Let me deal with this fuckin' bastard!" They watched, unable to do anything, as she telekinetically slapped the man. "Git tae yer feet ye wee bastard!" Jaime commanded with a snarl and Solomon found himself clambering back to his feet without a thought. She took a fistful of his greasy hair and they teleported away.
The rest of the Time Travellers stood silently in the corridor, unsure what to do. Jaime was somewhere else on the ship, most likely torturing Solomon.
"Doctor, what do we do?" Amy asked.
The Time Lord looked at her, then at the rest of his companions, finally looking at his brother who just looked really upset. "We carry on," he said. "We get to the control deck and we fire up the engines." The Doctor told them. He walked over to the computer and the others followed him. "Let's see…" He searched. "The control deck is here." He pointed out and they were all teleported to the deck.
The control deck had two seats for a pilot and co-pilot, but to fly the ship was very complicated. However, it was Jenny and Rose who volunteered to fly the ship away from Earth. They got the engines started and both females made the Doctor proud with their piloting skills.
Reappearing in the cockpit of Solomon's ship, Jaime let go of the trader and took a quick look at the controls before turning her attention to Solomon. "Sit down, stay put and dinnae touch anythin'!" Jaime ordered and Solomon blinked, doing what he was told by sitting on a spare seat. Once he was sorted, Jaime returned her attention to the little ship's controls. "Now, let's see. How d'ye work?" She muttered, scanning over the controls.
While she was distracted, Solomon tried to move out of the chair, but he found he couldn't. It was almost like he'd been glued to the chair. Solomon took a deep breath as his head continued to feel like it was splitting, and tried several times to get up off the chair, grunting. Suddenly an almighty and even worse pain quickly grew in the centre of his brain and he screamed until it faded, leaving the head splitting pain to go on.
"Pipe down, ye bastard." Jaime snarled at him.
The trader glared at the Scots-girl. "You'll never get it working," Solomon sneered at her, his voice croaky and sounding pain filled. "Only I know how to pilot her!"
"Och, really?" Jaime avoided looking at him. "Then I suppose I should jus' hack yer ship instead." And she placed her hands on the ship's control panel and closed her eyes, concentrating her Cyberkinesis into the controls. She was muttering under her breath.
Solomon watched in stunned dismay as the control panel came to life. Yes, she was one of the few rare 'All-Powerfuls' in the entire Universe, known as The Omni…or across smaller superstitious community's as either 'Draculi Procellae', 'Isiphepho', 'Iqwithi', 'Mae'r Corwynt' or even Ka Makani Pāhili'… He was beginning to see why she had such a reputation to her name. She'd breeze in, raise hell, and breeze back out again. And now Solomon was realising all too late just what she could do if you crossed her path.
Opening her eyes, Jaime grinned at the controls. "There we go!" She uttered to herself and proceeded to undock the little ship from the Silurian spaceship. Once she did that, she sat down on a spare pilot's chair, took hold of the controls and gently guided the ship away from the middle of the bigger ship.
Solomon the trader watched as she expertly piloted his ship, knowing what switches to hit. "How are you doing that?" He growled.
"With great skill and determination!" Jaime answered back, breathing a sigh of relief when she noticed the Silurian spaceship was now heading away from Earth. With a nod of her head, the Scots-girl sent the trader ship skimming just above Earth's atmosphere before pressing something else on the controls that brought attention to the little ship. Her work not done yet, Jaime brought up Indira on the monitor. "Thank you for your patience and waitin', Indira," she said to the Indian woman. "You now have my permission to fire."
Indira nodded sluggishly and was seen to turn to one of her colleagues out of shot and told them to launch.
"Target identified," a computer at the Indian Space Agency said. "Navigation systems locking on to target. Missile launch procedure initiated. Estimated impact, thirty minutes." Then the monitor went blank and Jaime sat back with a satisfied grin.
As for Solomon, his eyes widened and he struggled to escape the chair he was stuck in. "You fool!" He cried out and winced at his aching head. "You silly little bitch! You'll kill us all! Is this some senseless retaliation for the Silurian ship being targeted with a missile? Let me go, you…" He howled in pain when he felt an immense pressure on his brain. It felt as it it had been placed in a visa and it was slowly squeezing his brain into nothing. Then the pressure eased off and he was left gasping and sobbing with tears in his eyes. That was definitely worse than the continued thudding of the headache he was experiencing.
"Git yer attention now have I?" He heard Jaime snarl at him, along with the mad crackle of electricity. "Ye fuckin' foul-faced, slave tradin' dirty rat-bastard!" He looked at her with wet eyes and she was glaring at him, having turned her chair to face him. "The only missile strike there'll ever be, will be the one tha' hits this ship. There was nae other missile strike." She told him.
He was confused, she could see that on his face as well as feel it. "But…I saw it," he gasped out. "I saw them launch a missile!"
Jaime laughed callously at his reaction. "There was nae other missile," she told him. "I got intae yer system and fooled yer computers." A smug grin appeared on her face as she watched the trader's eyes widen in horror.
"The power surges?" He realised. "That was you?"
"Och, aye!" Jaime laughed. "Ye didnae even git tae know tha' The Doctor is a Time Lord!" A wave of denial hit her.
"No, Solomon grunted out. "The Time Lords are nothing but a myth."
A very amused chuckle escaped her lips. "Well maybe ye should keep believin' tha' little story," Jaime told him. "In the meantime the Doctor really is a Time Lord. As is the one ye called The Infinite, along with my bond-mate and I. Actually, he and I are only Half-Time Lords but we really dinnae mind." Denial turned into anger and he stared at her with narrowed eyes. "Ye're havin' trouble believin' me ain't ye?" She asked. "Time Lords are able tae travel in time wi' a TARDIS and have the ability tae regenerate." The trader stared at her, having the sinking feeling she was telling the truth. "Only there was a Time War involvin' the Time Lords and the Daleks…and The Doctor is the only Time Lord left."
Solomon grunted, a flare of anger appearing in his eyes. He'd definitely heard of the Daleks…mad creatures that they were…and rumours of a Time War. Been to such planets where he'd reaped from such a disaster. "You bitch!" He snarled through the pain. "A Time Lord. The ONLY Time Lord in existence is a rare commodity. You made me miss out on an opportunity of…" A ball of electric had appeared in Jaime's hands and she threw it at Solomon. It slammed into him and he howled in pain as every part of his body was electrocuted. Less than a minute later, the crackling electric faded away and he gasped, twitching in pain, as he watched her pacing back and forth, the sound of static angrily crackling away.
"Ye sick fuck!" Jaime ground out, dark eyes once more turned a chilling coldness. "We are no' objects tae be taken and sold. We are people. Livin', breathin' people." She stopped and glared coldly at Solomon. "Wha' ye did tae those Silurians was wrong and I will find 'em and I will rescue them from the life ye forced them intae!"
Another ball of electric appeared in her hands and she also threw this at him, smiling in satisfaction as he screamed in pain. The Scots-girl sensed a flash of danger and doubled over when a vision of the ship exploding hit her. It mean she didn't have long on board. Standing up straight, Jaime stared at the trader as he gasped in pain.
"You will never find them." He wheezed, talking about the Silurians. "They are long gone!"
Smiling smugly, Jaime shook her head. "Tha's where ye're wrong. I have the info of where they are, taken straight from yer mind. Goodbye Solomon, it was fun toyin' wi' ye." And ensuring his last moments ended in pain, did something with the telepathic tether. A shooting pain exploded throughout his brain and Solomon jerked in his seat as he loudly screamed out.
Face paler than normal, Jaime opened up an Air Portal and jumped straight through it. The Portal closed and seconds later the ship exploded as the missile hit it. Stumbling out of the Air Portal, Jaime fell to her knees onto a hard stony surface and closed her eyes, shuddering when she felt Solomon die from thousands of miles away in space. Realising what she had done she began to sob, beginning to feel extremely guilty for letting her anger get the best of her.