"I can't tell you," The Doctor whimpered from where he was laying naked half way on the confernce table. His arms were stretched to either side with rope burns on his wrist from where he had been struggling to free himself. His lower half of his body was sore and wet from the numerous times the Master had used him in the last day. The Master was bound and determined to impregnant him, regardless of the Doctor's wishes. At the moment, the Master was sitting at the head of the table staring at him. There was a plethora of food that the Master was picking at.

"You must not be hungry then. It's a shame really as the cooks made too much. I guess I will just have to have them burn the leftovers," The Master taunted him. It had been four days since the Doctor had eaten and his stomach gnawed hungrily at itself at the scent of the food. The Doctor wouldn't betray Martha, though. Regardless of whether or not the gun was real, he would never tell the Master where it was located. The Master snappd his fingers and several servents entered the room. All of them avertd their eyes as the food was removed and the Master left with them. The Doctor closed his eyes trying to rest his weak body for a moment but he wasn't left alone long. The Master returned with Jack in tow.

"You sick bastard," Jack snapped as he saw the Doctor's glistening thighs. The sound of a gun shot filled the air followed by a loud thump. The Doctor didn't have to open his eyes to know that Jack was dead. He did open them, though, as a hand grabbed his hair wrenching his head back.

"Let's play a new game Theta. You either tell me where the gun is, or I am going to chop the freak up in to pieces and scatter them across the earth. Just like your gun," The Master whispered in the Doctor's ear. The Doctor winced as a soft kiss was placed on the side of his head.

"There is a piece in Japan," The Doctor answered trying to be vague and hoping that Martha wasn't there. It would give him time to think and regroup as the Master searched for the gun. The Master dropped his head on the table, letting it thud against the wood and causing the Doctor to see stars.

"Prepare the missles. Tonight Japan burns," The Master called out to his guards.

"No," The Doctor cried out in protest. He heard a gasp as Jack came back to life and then another gunshot.

"And make sure the freak is apart of this. I wouldn't want him to miss out on all the fun," The Master laughed.

-DW-

Jack eyes popped open and he rolled to his side gagging. Pain shot through his hips, causing him to cry out as he was sick all over the TARDIS floor. Now he knew the truth about why Japan had burned. Martha had barely made it out of Japan and it was all their fault. Jack didn't realize that Martha was at his side, holding a bucket for him as he became sick again.

"I'm sorry," Jack apologized as his body faught to reject everything he had eaten that day.

"It's alright," Martha told him.

"No, not for being sick. For Japan," Jack responded as he heaved again. Martha's eyes narrowed.

"That is in the past Jack," She told him softly. It didn't matter that she still wore the scars from the fires that had destroyed the county. The cream the Doctor had gave her had reduced them down to thin welts and she continued to apply the cream nightly, hoping to get rid of them all together.

"I had to tell him something," The Doctor spoke up frantically. "I couldn't let him dismemeber you and scatter your pieves on earth. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." Jack turned his eyes to look at the Doctor. The Doctor had tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with them to understand. Jack looked back at Martha who was now looking at them both in confusion.

"Can you give us a minute," Jack wondered.

"Yeah," Martha replied. She took the bucket with her as she left the medi-bay. Jack adjusted himself so that he could reach out and take the Doctor's hand in his as the Doctor continued to apologize.

"Stop it," Jack snapped. The Doctor went quiet, staring at Jack with wide eyes. "It wasn't your fault," Jack told him, his voice softer.

"I was the one who told him Japan," The Doctor replied his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, so did I," Jack informed the Doctor. The Doctor looked at him confused. Jack sighed, it was his turn to make a confession about what happened aboard the Valiant. "After we left the conference room, he drug me back to the boiler room. He then proceded to make good on his promise of dismembering me as he asked me if you were lying about Japan. I had no other choice but to agree with you. So it is both our faults that Japan was destoryed."

"But I started it," The Doctor whispered.

"You had no way of knowing that Marth was still there or that he would burn it rather then going to search for the gun. It wasn't your fault," Jack told him. Taking a risk, he scooted closer to the edge of his bed. The pain thankfully was mild as he reached out for his lover. The Doctor cried out as he moved closer to Jack as well. He didn't make it as far as Jack before giving up. That was alright, though, because he was close enough that Jack could stroke his head. Jack ran his fingers soothingly behind the Doctor's ear as the Doctor gripped his arm, holding it tightly.

"Can you ever forgive me for what happened on the Valiant?" The Doctor wondered.

"There is nothing to forgive, sweetheart," Jack reassured him. Leaning over he kissed the Doctor softly on the cheek. He had just made it back on to his back when the door opened. Martha came in carrying three cups and had a pie tin balanced on top of them.

"I thought we could all use something sweet," Martha told them. She set the food down a moment. Then found a small table. She placed it between Jack and the Doctor before picking up the cubs and pie and setting them down on the table. Pulling three forks from her pocket she climbed on the bed next to Jack and handed both of them one of the utensils. The Doctor took a drink of his tea before digging into the pie. Jack hesitated before eating as his stomach growled hungrily. "I have an anti-emetic in my pocket if you need it."

"It's good, Jack," The Doctor reassured him. He offered Jack a bite of the pie from his own fork and Jack took it. Jack groaned in happiness at the taste of the peanut butter banana pie. Taking a big bite with his own fork, he hoped that there was enough for the three of them.