a/n: I'm sorry it took so long to write this, I didn't want it to be too cliche. Thanks for sticking with me and thanks to my subscribers.
Jack Harkness could feel the ship yawl to the left, knocking him off his feet. His eyes nervously went to the ceiling, wondering how long they had before the Scythe crashed or self-destructed. He shuddered at the thought of being the only one left alive in the ruins of the ship. He couldn't help but think of the crew members who would pay for their prince's unyielding ego. And the Doctor...
Jack's heart pounded- The Doctor! No doubt that he was headed into a trap and he knew it. The final showdown would be between Samor and the Doctor. Unless the Doctor had something clever up his sleeve as his old incarnations did, then the Time Lord would die.
"Kotens," Jack said, "get as many people out as you can, I have to find the Doctor. Is there any way we can trace Samor's last signal?"
Kotens struggled to his feet to reach the communication panel on the opposite side of them. After a few taps, Kotens turned to him and shook his head. "No, I can't. Samor covered his tracks fairly well."
Jack just nodded absently, then looked serious, "I have an idea of where he could be. If Samor is smart, he'd be getting off this ship too. How far down is the hanger from here?"
"The Captain has his own shuttle in the bay," Kotens informed him, and then smiled slightly. "Good luck to you, Captain, and to the Doctor."
When the ship lurched, the Doctor ducked out of the way of the shot. This proved to be disastrous as the action caused his stomach to throb in horrendous pain. Crying out, his hearts thumping as fast as the aching in his gut, he lay prone. Samor towered over him, a devious smile planted on his face, and proceeded to kick the Doctor, which caused him further agony.
"Stop!" He heard a voice command and looked up to see Jack Harkness, looking slightly out of breath, pointing a gun at him.
"Good job, soldier," Samor remarked rather disdainfully, "I see you've found me."
Jack cocked the gun, "We can do this the easy way and you can just surrender, or I can just shoot you now."
"Or there's another option," The prince went to the air lock, tapped a few buttons opened it. Jack yelled as skidded close to the airlock's vacuum, finally finding a maintenance strap to hold on to, while the Doctor was swept out into the depths of space.
"Doctor!" Jack shouted, but only heard a scream from the Time Lord before the airlock shut again. Jack could not speak for a moment, but when he looked around to see that Samor had disappeared along with the small shuttle. He cursed and tried to dislodged the coughing fit that had swept over him. The Doctor had obviously been thrown out into space, and time was the essence. Jack could have taken one of the shuttles, but decided against it. He quickly decided that his vortex manipulator. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Jack tapped out the coordinates and found himself out in the vastness of space, not too far from the planet. His eyes scanned their surroundings. Finally, Jack spotted the Doctor far in the distance, floating insensate. It took a few more jumps for him to reach the Doctor, and when he finally managed to get to him, and pulled him into the safety of his arms.
"Doctor?" Jack called out, but the Time Lord's face was lax, and his eyes were closed. This was bad, The Doctor was in rough shape, and having no air was just worsening the situation. Taking a few deep breaths to clear his head, Jack punched coordinates into the vortex manipulator one final time, and silently prayed that the watch would deliver them to the surface. With a zap, the pair disappeared.
When Jack opened his eyes, he found himself on solid ground and was silently thanking whoever it was that made it possible. Pushing out the dizziness that had overtaken him, he looked up to see the hospital fifty meters away. Jack found his feet and started towards it with haste, when their was a blast that caused him to fall on his knees, unable to move and any attempt a movement caused him to shriek with torment.
"Now you stay down, while I finish your friend, Mr. Harkness." He heard the voice of Samor sneer, and pointed the gun first at him then at the Doctor.
Jack could hear the Doctor's labored breathing, just as his wheezing breath could be heard.
"What-," Jack rasped, hoping to gain a little time in hopes that someone might come to the rescue. "What will you do after you finish us? You can't get through the hospital shield. You know that right?"
"Oh, I plan to have the brat handed over for both your lives."
"Sorry," The raspy voice of the Doctor wafted, "I don't have any plans on being a bargaining chip for your insane notions of honor." The sonic screwdriver screeched to life and the weapon in Samor's hand had caused a shock that caused it to fall from the Captain's hand. The Doctor kicked it out of the way with one leg, and the other he used to kick Samor in the solar plexus. Samor reeled back for a moment and then tried to wrap his hands around the Doctor's neck. He looked over his foe's shoulder, and a small smile graced his lips.
"I suggest you surrender," Rory Williams ordered, his Roman sword brandished close to his back.
TBC...