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An alarm sounded.
"What the hell?" Harkness yelled, grabbing his gun.
"The prisoners trying to escape again!" Larrison shouted. "That must be it!"
"Again?!" Brown yelled. "What kind of bloody prison is this?"
Larrison glared at her.
"If you don't alter your tone," he warned, "I'll have you up for insubordination."
He ran out of the room, unholstering his pistol as he went. Brown turned to Harkness.
"Jack, what do we do?" she asked.
Jack blinked and stared at her.
"I think I'm starting to remember some things," he said. "But we don't know whether the Doctor was telling the truth, or whether he's the one who brainwashed us, or if he's an enmy agent…"
"He's not," Eilidh insisted. "I don't know how I know, but I do."
Jack looked at her for a moment, then nodded.
"I believe you," he said. "But even if you're right, what can we do?"
"Help the Doctor," she said. "Help him escape, and get back to the TAR –" she snapped her mouth closed, and looked completely bewildered for a moment.
"The TARDIS," Jack whispered. "Yes that's it! Come on, I remember more stuff now!"
He ran out of the room, and unholstered his pistol. Eilidh followed him.

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The Doctor was letting his Third personality shine through.
"Nee hai!" he yelled, throwing yet another guard into the walls. His third personality recessed, letting his Sixth come through, pulling a guard in front of him just as a hail of laser fire headed his way. That salvo weathered, the Fourth Doctor took control, his being a very dominating personality, and ran straight down a corridor – and into Larrison.
"Oh – I'm so sorry," the Doctor – reverting to his Fifth self – said. "Really must watch where I'm going, mustn't I?"
Larrison stared at him for a moment, and then collapsed when Jack stunned him from behind.
The Fifth personality stared at Jack, only just remembering him from the business in Cardiff, but then the Ninth Doctor took control.
"Jack! Fantastic!" he yelled. "Look, we need to get out of here quickly… and I have a hell of a lot of things to tell you… hang about, where's… ooh, whatername… Eilidh! Yeah that's it!"
Jack stared at him for a moment.
"Doctor," he said at last, "Are you ok?"
"Not in the slightest young man," the Doctor replied, his First personality breaking through. "I think we should find Miss Brown and leave quickly."
"What's wrong with you?" Jack asked.
"Temporrrrrral instability?" the Doctor queried, his voice turning Scottish in the blink of an eye. "Orrr maybe I'm just going bananas. Point is, my dearrr Jack, that we… argh!"
He fell to the floor, pain wracking through his head.
"This… is nasty!" he said simply.
"Doctor!" Eilidh called from behind them.
"Eilidh, did you disable the comm system?" Jack asked, all business.
"Yes sir," she replied, saluting. He waved the salute away, and looked back to the Doctor.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Mind… shattering…" the Doctor gasped. "Different personalities vying for control, different memories surfacing… ARGH!!" he screamed in pain, and clasped his head.
"What can we do?" Jack asked, worried.
"You've got to get me out of here," the Doctor said. "Back… to the TARDIS…"
Jack nodded, as the Doctor passed out. Eilidh looked at him, shock on her face.
"Where's the… TARDIS?" she asked. "And how do we get there?"
"I think I know," Jack said. Memories were breaking through. Maybe he could get them to the TARDIS. "We need a transport. Follow me."

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They ran out of the prison building, Jack carrying the limp Doctor over his shoulder.
"There!" Eilidh called. "A mark four transport!"
Jack nodded and ran for it. When they reached it, Eilidh opened the door and jumped in, Jack getting in the back with his passenger.
"D'you know how to drive this thing?" he yelled up front.
"Of course," Eilidh replied. "I took a test and aced it before we were shipped out."
She started the engine, and the mark four moved out, slowly, heading along the road.
"Where're we going, Jack?" she asked. He closed his eyes, as if trying to remember something.
"Sector seven," he said at last. "I think the TARDIS is near there."
She nodded, and put the peddle to the metal.
Now where had he heard that phrase before?

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Explosions littered the skies, and Jack looked up at them sadly. Something about this war was making him uneasy, as if the tale of him and Eilidh being brainwashed wasn't enough…
"Jack," Eilidh called from the front seat, "Did you hear anything about an offensive push being made by the enemy near here?"
"No, why?" he replied.
"Because I think intel needs a stern talking to – enemy ahead!"
He sprang into action immediately, getting up top, and aiming the roof mounted laser cannon at the enemy troops. Eilidh was driving in the right direction, thank God. He shot down several enemy troops, and their return fire was fortunately quite inaccurate. Then he saw something that made his heart die in his chest.
The enemy had obviously captured a mark four and reverse engineered it, because there were three of them, in the enemy's colours, heading his way. He aimed at the tires, taking the first one out. The seconds turret gunner tried the same on him, but he was a woefully bad shot, and Jack didn't give him a second chance – he shot him down before he could get a third shot off.
The third truck managed to get very close. The turret was empty on that one, so Jack aimed at the tires – but then someone came up from inside the machine, saw him, and drew their pistol out.
He shot the final tire.
The man shot him.
He fell back into the cab.
The enemy truck crashed, and he was dimly aware of Eilidh stopping the truck they were in.
"JACK!" she yelled. "No!"
She was over him then.
"No, please don't die!" she sobbed.
"Get the Doctor to the TARDIS," Jack said. "That's all that matters…"
"No it's not!" she cried. "Jack… I… I love you!"
He smiled. This was one of those things that made his death worth it.
"I love you too," he whispered. Then he closed his eyes… and breathed his last.
Eilidh sat in the cab of the truck crying for a while. The Doctor stirred, and sat up.
"Wh… what?" he murmured. In an instant, Eilidh was on him, ramming him against the wall.
"You utter bastard!" she yelled. "He's dead! You understand? Jack is dead!"
"Eilidh," the Doctor began, trying to calm her down…
"No, you listen!" she yelled. "I loved him. He was the nicest, bravest, most decent man in the world, and I loved him, and now he'd dead, and it's all your fault!!"
"Eilidh," the Doctor said, sighing slightly, but before he could continue, there was a groan from behind them.
She turned, to see Jack getting up. She closed her eyes, hoping she wasn't hallucinating. She opened them, and Jack was there, standing in front of her, grinning cheesily.
"Hey Eilidh," he said cheerily. "What's with the waterworks?"
She ran up and hugged him, laughing out loud.
"You're alive!" she cried. "I thought you were dead!"
"Well," he said, "I was, but then again, I'm pretty tough to kill. Hey Doctor."
The Doctor nodded at him, smiling.
"I assume you've got your memory back?" he queried.
"All of it," Jack smiled, then his grin faded. "Including what happened after we were 'separated'."
"What did happen?" the Doctor asked, ignoring Jack's emphasis on the word 'separated'.
Jack took a deep breath, then began his tale…

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