Warning this chapter contains Non-con.

- Martha Jones -

She had sat with the Doctor for awhile, just holding him in silence. He had started to fall asleep, so rather than take him back to his room, she led him to her bed and tucked him in. He was still shaking. She wasn't sure of whether or not he was cold, but still she pulled out extra blankets and threw them over him. She tucked him in and dropped a kiss onto his head before leaving the room.

With his words in her head she couldn't sleep. Instead she headed to Jack's room and woke him before going to the kitchen. Placing water in the kettle, she waited for it to boil before making two cups of coffee. As Jack came into the room yawning, she offered him one and sat down herself with the other. Martha then proceeded to tell Jack everything she had learned that night.

"How could he agree to rape her?" Martha asked Jack.

"He wanted to save her life," Jack replied taking another drink and Martha just stared at him. "He had only a short time to make the decision. If god for bid, it happened to you, you may not be the same but at least you would be alive. You can't come back from death." He leaned back in his chair. "Are you sure he told you everything?"

"No, I still think he is holding something back," she told Jack. "He only said that he agreed. He won't admit to me whether he actually went through with it. Do you think he did?"

"We may never know, but it would explain why he still hears her cry," Jack said.

"He still hears her cry?" Martha asked surprised.

"He never told you that?" She shook her head no and they sat there in silence. When morning came she started to make breakfast while Jack went to sit with him.

The Doctor came into the room slowly looking at her sadly. Martha sat down a cup of tea and his breakfast in front of him and he began to pick at it slowly. She exchanged a look with Jack as he started on his meal as well.

- The Doctor -

He followed Jack slowly to the kitchen and saw Martha standing at the counter. He sat down in his place at the table and she sat down his breakfast in front of him and a cup of tea. He picked at the toast and as he took a drink of the tea he saw her and Jack exchange a look.

He looked at Martha, "You told him." She didn't try to deny it and he was glad, he didn't want to be lied to.

Jack took a deep breath. "But you haven't told her everything, have you?"

He stopped with the tea midway to his lips. "What do you mean?"

"There's more to the story," Jack said. "You did what they wanted to try to save her life and they still killed her."

- Martha Jones -

She heard Jack's words and turned to look at the Doctor. She noticed how pale and sick he looked again. He had closed his eyes again at Jacks words and was shaking.

"Jack," Martha warned.

"You've been nice long enough Martha," Jack responded. "Now he needs to admit what he did so he can start moving on. Now tell us the truth Doctor."

She noticed the Doctor flinch at Jack's words but he kept his eyes squeezed tightly closed.

"Doctor," she whispered. "Open your eyes please and talk to us." He opened them and looked at her.

Jack leaned over and took his hand gently. "Doctor after you agreed what happened?" Fear filled the man's eyes and the shaking got worse then ever but he still refused to speak. The Doctor's eyes darted around in fear. He looked towards the door as though he was thinking of making a run for it.

"You did it," Martha said softly. He nodded barely moving his head. She covered her mouth and felt her eyes fill with tears.

- The Doctor -

They had held him up in front of her. He looked her in the eyes. He wasn't allowed to talk to her, but he looked in to her eyes and saw the fear. He couldn't just let her die. He couldn't have sex with her either if she was unwilling. He realized he was about out of time. He nodded his consent as he tried desperately to think of a way out of it.

The guard threw him on the bed on top of her as the other guard moved the knife away from her throat. Mrs. X left the room with one of the guards and the other stood at the door.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. He felt a sharp sting across his back as the whip snapped. He looked up at her and saw the tears running down her face. She closed her eyes and he tried to figure out how to proceed. He had never been forced to have sex with anyone before. He reached up with his good arm. Thumbing a tear away from her cheek. She shook her head at his touch. He moved his arm back down. He laid there until he felt the whip again. He moved his hips slightly and pain shot through his legs. He cried out and moved himself trying to reduce the pain. He heard the whip snap again.

"Get to it, or she dies," the guard threatened.

He closed his eyes tightly. He focused on the movements distancing himself as much as possible. He couldn't do it. He couldn't make his body respond. He tried to think of somewhere else. He wouldn't ruin a past encounter with someone he had loved. The Doctor wanted to give up, but he couldn't do that either. He truly felt trapped with no choice.

Finally, he felt himself getting hard as he moved against her. Hating himself, he moved his hips. He slipped into her and she cried out. He stroked her arm gently trying to comfort her. Instead she cried harder and he stopped. He continued to move inside of her until he felt his body betray him, pouring himself into her. He pulled out quickly, rolling off of her. He collapsed on the bed and used his free arm to cover his eyes. He lay there wishing he was anywhere else. He heard her breathing shakily beside him. She was beyond tears.

The door opened again. The Doctor was yanked off the bed roughly. He watched in horror as they pulled her head back and cut her throat. Her eyes masking his confusion as he realized that everything he had just done was for nothing. Mrs. X blamed him for her death before they threw him to the floor and left. He lay there in shock. Slowly he pulled himself over to the bed and closed her eyes.