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Note: I'm sorry this chapter is amazingly short and lacking...well everything, but i've been busy for the past few days. Gah. I just wanted to post this so that it was out of my system and I could edit it later. Etc.

-Gives out life-size singing and dancing Daleks- Forgive me!

Chapter Two: Bleak Hope

Jack awoke to find himself topless in a room of which he knew nothing about. He shook his head as his brain took it upon itself to figure out all of the unlikely, and disturbing events that would land him in this situation. Though some thoughts involving alcohol and a person or two didn't strike him as all that unlikely...

After a moment of clearing his mind Jack opened his eyes and studied his surroundings. Cold, dark, damp, dull...Well, that crossed out most of the disturbing and not so disturbing possibilities. The room was long, thin and dark, like a trains' uncomfortable corridor as it passes through an equally dark tunnel. Jack, rolling his eyes at the stereotypical image of a 'prison', stood up and at that moment of time, learnt that the ceiling was a lot lower than it seemed. He winced as he felt a bump forming on the top of his head then carried on with what he was about to do, investigate the shadows. He started from the corner which he had been carelessly tossed into, letting his seemingly pale hands roam each onyx oblivion for any means of defence or escape. If he didn't find anything to escape or defend himself with, he hoped he'd at least find something that would prevent him from dying of boredom numerous times... Thinking about it, he realised he'd never died of boredom and briefly pondered on the thought before shivering and searching the shadows some more.

Nothing.

A big. Fat. Nothing.

Jack groaned in annoyance as his search for 'anything' seemed to be failing and took a break on his third side of the room. He leaned against the wall, the coolness each stone seeming to bite his warm, bare skin harshly leading him to remember the reason why he was there.

Cold.

As soon his mouth had formed the word "Daleks" an icy chill had swept through his body, it's coldness slaughtering its way through the fearful river of rubies and flooding the failing caverns of his heart. The Daleks had extermina-

With a shaky breath Jack was pulled from his trance. He pushed all thoughts to the back of his mind and continued searching the endless darkness. Jack was almost back to 'his corner' and had given up on finding anything, hence his hasty retreat back to the corner, when he stumbled over something. He groaned as his chin hit the mocking cement and slowly pushed himself up, eager to see (or not to see) what his companion was. He let his fingers move further and further forwards, until they connected with something soft... Fur...hair... He knelt a little closer then traced what seemed to be the head of the thing. After a while Jack was almost certain that the 'thing' was human, and after little hesitation, found 'it' to be a 'she'. After, maybe hours of just staring at the outline of the woman Jack decided to unmask his cell-mate. With a little care Jack pulled her towards a small spot across the room where there was a speck of light. He put her face in the lights path, yet it was still vague and was about to open on of her eyes when the woman's olive eyes snapped open and she sat up, her forehead connecting with his already bruised chin.

"Mmph" He uttered, rubbing his aching jaw.

"Jack?" His eyes widened as he attempted to stare at the familiar Welsh voice.

"Gwen...?"

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