Title: Shattered Pt. 2
Written for: the masterficathon
Author's Note: I seem to be channeling my dark side more and more the deeper I get into this fic. Please be aware that the evil genius Time Lord is thoroughly evil and is bent on torturing the Doctor through his taming of Miss Rose Tyler. This is for all intents and purposes an AU of what took place during the "Year That Never Was". I intend to continue the Shattered storyline through at least a 5 part series at the moment. So please read and let me know what you think. All comments are welcome and accepted.

Part 2:

Jack's breath and heartbeat returned suddenly and he was left gasping for air and totally disoriented. Coming back from the dead just never got any easier.

And then he remembered where he was, and how he had died this time.

"Doctor," he said into the darkness that seemed to have completely enveloped the dungeon.

There was no response, just silence. "Doctor, please say something. Tell me you're still there and that I'm not alone down here."

A sniff and a muffled sob come out of the darkness beyond. "Jack…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Jack shook his head a bit, "What have you got to be sorry about, Doctor?"

Another sob reached his ears followed by a broken voice, "All of it, everything. I'm sorry I got you involved in this mess, and Martha. I'm sorry I ever met the two of you. If I had left you alone, then you would still be mortal."

"Doctor, I don't blame you for that."

"No?" the word was followed close by a harsh chuckle, "you should."

The bleakness in the Doctor's tone shook Jack a bit. He was used to the Time Lord being unbreakable. He was Jack's rock, the stone that he'd rebuilt Torchwood upon, rebuilt his life upon.

"Please don't do this, Doctor," Jack tried again, "Don't blame yourself for that bastard's actions."

"Jack," the Doctor replied sadly, "I have enough of my own sins to deal with; I don't need to blame myself for his."

"Doct…," Jack began again.

"Stop it," he was interrupted by the tired, beaten voice of his friend and mentor, "I can't, Jack. Not now. Just stop it."

And they fell into an uneasy silence.

The Master looked down at the girl in his arms. She was so pliant, so submissive, so…his. He'd seen to that in more ways than one tonight. He reached out to brush his fingers against her wrist where a purple bruise was already forming. His play had perhaps been a little too rough for her first outing with him, but she'd get used to it. Oh yes…he was already making plans.

Lucy would be angry, but she wouldn't say anything…she never did. She was too afraid of him. He knew that…and he liked it. But this, this was better, this was torture for the Doctor, and that was the important part.

She stirred beside him and opened her eyes. "Harry?" she questioned on a little sigh.

"No love, not Harry…not anymore. Say it, love…Use my name," he quietly demanded.

"Master," she responded tentatively.

"There's a good girl," he praised as he leaned down to kiss her swollen lips and brought her wrists together over her head.

The Doctor was jolted awake by loud music blaring through the dungeon. "What the hell is that," he exclaimed as he looked around and noticed that the Master's TARDIS had apparently decided it was morning, since it was light once again within their prison.

"I'm not sure, but I think it's a message," Jack responded cryptically from beside him.

The Doctor then took a moment to listen to the words of the loud song blaring through the dungeon.

I've been kissed by a Rose
been kissed by a Rose on the grey.
There is so much a man can tell you
So much he can say.
You remain
My Power, my Pleasure, my Pain.

As the music stopped Jack just shook his head, "I think that was our morning wake up call."

"Lovely that was…just great. What does he think he's doing exactly?" the Doctor muttered.

Jack rolled his eyes in answer, "I think he would call it torture."

A long suffering sigh sounded from the man beside him, "yep," he responded tiredly.

"Doctor, what happened last night after I passed out?"

Silence…

"Doctor?" Jack probed again.

Again, there was no response. This did not bode well, Jack thought, before lapsing back into their self-imposed solitude.

A few hours later the door to the dungeon swung open. Expecting the Master, the Doctor was shocked when he looked up to see Rose enter. She was dressed as usual in jeans and a t-shirt, blond hair loose around her shoulders, but there was something missing. It was her eyes. The spark of life that had always so attracted him was gone.

"I brought you some food," she announced, setting down the tray she carried on the stark metal floor.

"That's great, thanks," Jack said staring hard at her. He too, seemed to sense the wrongness in her. "One small problem though," he shook the chains that bound his hands above his head.

"Yeah, the Master says the TARDIS will fix that when I leave so you'll be able to manage," she answered calmly.

The Doctor's vision was starting to blur again as he watched her, but he willed himself to focus on what was important…making some sort of contact.

"Rose," he began, "How's your mother? Last I checked in she was expecting a little one."

Rose looked at him then and for the first time fully met his eyes. There was a shocked expression on her beautiful face and for a moment he forgot to breathe.

"Mum? She's fine. Had the baby three months ago. How do you know my mum?" She asked warily as she approached him.

His mind raced. But he wasn't thinking clearly. "I…I…," he willed himself to answer, "Pete. I met her through Pete." Ok…well, that'd do.

She was standing in front of him now, a strange expression on her face. Slowly she raised her hand and brushed a brown hair from his forehead. He felt his hearts melt.

Then he saw it, dark and purple against her fair skin. He'd hurt her…The bastard had hurt her. And oh, how he would pay.

"Rose, darling," the Master's voice boomed through the dungeon on his TARDIS intercom, "Can you come on up to the Console Room for a moment. I need you."

Quickly she backed away from the Doctor and lowered her hand. "Be right there," she replied. As he watched her walk away he tried to inspect her for other injuries that his old nemesis may have caused, but none were visible…no, they wouldn't be. The Master would hurt her, use her and then throw her away just like so many others…just like Lucy.

Over the last few months he had watched the Master's wife draw more into herself, her suffering becoming more and more visible to the outside world. But he had never thought about what kind of pain Lucy was actually enduring. Now scenarios were playing through his head, showing him every kind of sexual torture that could be enacted on his precious former companion.

He closed his eyes against the onslaught, but the visions didn't go away.

Suddenly, without warning the chains fell away from his wrists and he dropped to the floor.

"Ugh…," Jack grunted at the impact, "Guess that's what she meant by the TARDIS fixing it so we could eat."

As Jack made his way to the food the Doctor struggled into a sitting position, clasping his knees to his chest and burying his face against them. He was definitely not hungry.

Rose walked into the Console Room and stopped as she noticed the immaculately dressed Time Lord standing before her. The look in his eyes was decidedly not a loving one.

"What were you doing in the dungeon?" he demanded.

"Umm…Nothing…Really…I was just…taking them food," she stammered uneasily.

He came towards her menacingly, "I told you that the TARDIS would take care of that."

She backed up a step, "I know, but…I just thought…maybe I could help."

"Help? You want to help?" He sneered at her, "Oh yes, that's right, the little do-gooder. I forgot. Always saving the world, playing counselor, absorbing the time vortex."

"What?" she asked confusedly as she took another step back.

He reached out and grabbed her arm in a hard grip, "It stops now. Do you hear me?"

"Yes…Yes…Let go, you're hurting me."

Abruptly he let go of her and took a step back. The drums were pounding now, demanding satisfaction, violence. He fought for control, pushed them back and then opened his eyes to look at her.

"Rose," he began in a calmer voice, "I don't want you going in there without me. Those men are dangerous. It's for your own protection."

Rose looked into his eyes and believed him, though she didn't know why, she just felt that she should. But she was curious and she hadn't yet learned her place in the Master's world.

"Who is he then, this Doctor?" she asked innocently, "Why've you got him locked up down there?" Before he could think of a suitable lie to tell her she continued, "He looks a bit familiar. I think I may know him from somewhere."

His control frayed a bit…then snapped. The drumbeat sounded loud in his ears. Grabbing her roughly by the arm he dragged her down the hall, threw her into his room and locked the door.

Then he made his way down to the dungeon to answer the call to war.