Chapter Six
Jack watched the enraged Doctor kick at the wall again. He showed no sign of calming down, and the need to forcibly stop him was become more and more the only option.
Jack looked away as he heard someone entering the Hub. It was Ianto and he was carrying a small container.
Jack knew what it contained, he'd found it himself, in a file from Torchwood One. It was something he didn't want to use, but if it was possible, he needed the Doctor at least partially co-operative, if that were possible.
"It's ready," Ianto said and handed Jack the small canister.
Jack looked at the container like it was radioactive. "You mixed it to the exact proportions, too much of one ingredient could be fatal. We have no idea what the side effects could be."
"Jack, I know we should test it, but we have to know what he knows. If White Coat has the virus, we need to know what he's going to do with it, and he's are only lead."
"I can't let you do it, he could kill you," Jack said.
"He might, but he'll certainly kill you. At least I have a chance," Ianto said and reached for the canister.
"Alright, but if he as much as looks at you wrong, I'll drop him. Call Gwen and Martha, tell them to get ready."
The Doctor was still angry, how dare these stupid apes imprison him. He was a Time Lord, their superior. They were the ones who should be in here.
He decided that would be his first task once he escaped from here. He would give himself a retinue of servants, willing or not, preferably unwilling, it was more fun that way.
He looked up when the door to the cells opened and he wandered over to the front of the cell, and when he saw who it was he smiled.
"Hello again, pretty boy."
Ianto stepped into the cell, even though his mind was screaming at him to get out.
"What a pleasant surprise, to what do I owe the pleasure of such wonderful company?" the Doctor said.
Ianto took in a deep breath to calm his nerves. The look in the Doctor's eyes promised something he really didn't want to experience. But he had to get close to the Doctor.
True they had no idea of any side effects, but it had to be done, and if it meant physical and mental pain for the Time Lord...then tough, for Ianto it was some kind of payback for what the clearly insane alien had done.
Ignoring the wolfish grin that crossed the Doctor's face, he approached the unstable Time Lord.
"Not everyone thinks you should be locked up. You should be out there, where you belong, not down here with us."
The Doctor straightened and narrowed his eyes, looking at Ianto with suspicion, before taking a step closer to Ianto.
"Does the good captain know you think like that?"
"No, but then I don't tell him everything," Ianto replied and took a step back from the Doctor's advance.
"Really, keeping secrets are we. I like that, in fact I really like it," the Doctor said, and faster than Ianto could react, he was on him.
Jack jumped as he saw the Doctor lunge for Ianto, and shouting for Gwen and Martha, he raced down the steps to the cells.
He burst through the door and skidded to a halt outside one of the cells.
The Doctor had his arm wrapped round Ianto neck and looked like he was in the process of trying to snap it.
"Doctor, stop!" he yelled, furiously tapping at panel on the door, but finding it unresponsive.
He pounded on the door, watching helplessly as the Doctor stared at him, and tightened his hold on Ianto.
The Doctor stared directly at Jack, and tightened his hold on Ianto.
"Really Captain, stooping so low as to use my favourite plaything to do your dirty work. That is so beneath you, or have you become a coward since we last met."
The Doctor words were laced with sarcasm as he held up the small canister and smiled triumphantly.
Jack looked at Ianto, who gave him a small smile, and with a voice that was hampered by the grip the Doctor had on his neck, he managed to say.
"He's not a coward, but you're plain stupid."
Ianto plunged the needle into the Doctor's thigh, and managed to move away as the Doctor gasped in surprise and let go of him.
The Doctor felt the stab of the needle and let out a gasp of surprise. His hand went down to the hypodermic that was still jammed in his flesh.
He pulled it out and threw it away from him. He straightened and looked at the now free Ianto.
"Now I will kill you," he snarled and lunged for Ianto, but stopped.
Suddenly the room was spinning and he felt uncomfortably hot. A sudden wave of pain overtook him, and he fell to his knees.
The pain hit his head like a tidal wave, and he clutched his head, trying to stop it exploding.
The pain was excruciating, and he could do nothing but give in to it, and he span out of consciousness, into the darkness and peace of oblivion.
Jack watched in amazement as Ianto jabbed the needle into the Doctor's thigh, and wrench himself away from the Time Lord.
He panicked when he heard the Doctor snarl at him, but once again looked on in surprise when the Doctor collapsed to his knees.
He jumped when the Doctor clamped his hands to his head, and bellowed in agony, and was pounding on the cell door the second the Doctor blacked out.
He waited anxious seconds before Ianto moved to the door and released the lock.
He was in as soon as the door opened and pulled Ianto in a hug.
"That was the bravest, most dumb-ass thing you've ever done. He could have killed you!"
Ianto pulled away from Jack, and looked back at the now unconscious Doctor.
"You'd better get him down to the med-bay. I don't know if that stuff actually worked, we could have one pissed off Time Lord on our hands."
Jack nodded and helped Ianto carry the Doctor out of the cell.
Martha had been waiting nervously with Gwen, she really wasn't happy with what they were about to do. She looked at the tiny chip in the glass, wishing she didn't have to set eyes on this thing ever again.
She looked over at Gwen, who was setting up a tray of instruments.
"I hate this thing, even more now UNIT has had their grubby paws on it. It's no worse than what White Coat did."
Gwen put the last instrument on the tray and moved over to Martha, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We have to try, we have to see if he really is mad," she said.
Martha sighed. "I know, but this. I feel like I belong in a nightmare version of 1984, and I'm the thought police. He'll never forgive me for this."
Gwen smiled "Course he will, there must be a part of him that still sane, and we have to know what White Coat is up to."
Jack watched as Martha sealed the incision in the Doctor's head with the laser and moved away.
She turned to look at Jack and nodded, it was done.
With a sigh Jack moved away from the glass partition.
All they could now was wait.
He hadn't wanted to place that implant back inside the Doctor's head, but UNIT assured him that the chip had been re-programmed.
He knew it was a risk, either it would work, and hold the insanity back long enough, or it would drive the Doctor further into irreversible madness.
Jack sighed and wondered how it had all come down to this.
His thoughts turned to White Coat, and the thoughts became the desire for white hot revenge.