A/N: What's up, y'all! It's been a while since I last posted. I'm starting to finally get settled into my new job and home, and things are going great so far. Now that I'm getting more settled, I've started finding the best times to fanfic write, and I've been working on bits and pieces every day, and now I've finally finished a new chapter. I hope you enjoy it, especially all you Captain Jack Harkness fans. Sadly I've never been able to get fully into Torchwood (I've tried several times and have been unsuccessful each time), but I've watched the DW episodes he's in plenty of times (at least from series 1,3 and 4), so hopefully I've stayed in character enough with him.

Also I've changed the way the Judoon Prison is set up in this story. I've seen clips of Jack with Jodie's Doctor, and I thought the way the prison was set up in the episode was boring. All they seemed to show was the two rooms (the Doctor's prison cell and the room with all the cages) and that's about it; too anticlimactic in my opinion. So I've changed it in this story to make it more like the prison that the Guardians of the Galaxy were sent to in the first movie. I hope you like this idea. After reading this chapter, I definitely prefer the Kyln setup of the prison more than the setup in the original DW episode, but that's just me. Let me know your thoughts in the comments after you finish reading the chapter.

On with the story :)

Chapter 11: Jack (Harkness) of All Trades

The next day at what I guess to be "dawn" (it's hard to tell the exact time of day when you're on a station in Deep Space), I am collected to be sent to the Judoon Prison, per my assigned sentencing. Thankfully, I am escorted with a small group of other inmates that were given a similar sentence as me, so I'm not completely alone. I am also thankful that none of the other inmates make conversation with me and just keep to themselves. However, one person—a buff humanoid alien with the body of a sumo wrestler—continually gives me the evil eye during the entire trip to the prison, which I find super creepy and disturbing. I attempt to ease the growing awkwardness by doing a staring contest with the guy instead, but sadly it doesn't make the situation any less creepy. Oh well, I shrug, worth a shot.

Once we arrive at the prison, we are escorted one-by-one through several processes before being sent to our private prison cells. After being forcefully stripped stark naked (including our underwear), each of us are probed very painfully (at least for me) in the shoulder by a device that inserts a tracking device as a way of tracking various inmates while they're freely wandering the prison. This particular fact comes as a major surprise to me, as most prisons don't allow inmates to leave their cells at any time except for meals; plus, most alien prisons shown in the Sci-Fi movies are very harsh and dirty, and even the inmates are treated just as badly.

I remember the Decontamination Process being particularly bad, as it was super painful, and excruciatingly so. It felt like my body was being melted from the inside out, much like Regeneration but a thousand times worse. In fact, I had a very hard time initiating the Regeneration process to heal myself from the experience not long after I was sent to my cell. Thankfully the experience only lasted a few seconds, but I considered those few seconds to be the worst few seconds of my life. I was also thankful that the Decontamination Process was cut short for me, and I was immediately sent off to the next room, though I had a very hard time getting back up on my feet as I was still in much pain. As I was dressing into the regular prison garbs worn by the inmates here (which are blood-red in color with strange markings on the side in alien calligraphy, like a designation number of sorts), I remember hearing the next person come into the Decontamination Chamber, and he winced slightly but wasn't in excruciating pain (unlike me), which made me envy him quite a bit. I even caught Mr. Evil Eye smirk and snigger at me once he was done being decontaminated, as, much like everyone else, he barely felt a tingle.

Once we're all dressed, we are escorted to our individual cells. Thankfully I don't have to share a cell with anyone, since I'm under the disturbing impression that a vast majority of inmates (especially Mr. Evil Eye) are imprisoned here because of my father. Perhaps this is the very reason why Mr. Evil Eye was giving me the said evil eye to begin with; he likely recognized me as the Doctor's daughter, and just my very presence had sparked much hatred toward me, which makes me afraid to run into him, even by accident; I can't imagine how violent he, and others, might get towards me the next time we meet. This makes me more anxious for Dad to get me out of here as soon as possible before things get especially ugly to the point where Regeneration may not be enough to save my life, especially after learning that killing another inmate, whether accidental or intentional, is apparently fair game here; in fact, any inmate who kills another inmate is highly praised for it afterwards, depending on how bad the inmate that was killed was previously.

Maybe I would've been better off at Stormcage, after all, I thought dismally to myself. Just my luck.

I spend the next few days going through the same boring routine. Most of my time is spent in my prison cell, but occasionally we're able to be released to "exercise" and eat for a few hours three times a day. Of course, when I'm actually in the mood to leave my cell, I spend most of my "Exercise Hours" just standing in a corner away from everyone, not interested at all in talking to anyone or having anyone talk to me, because, more than likely, the people who want to "talk" really just want to pick on and harass me for something my father had done to them way back when, which is absolutely ridiculous, as I had nothing to do with what happened between them, since I wasn't even born yet, but of course the inmates don't give a shit about that.

I especially make a point to stay away from Mr. Evil Eye whenever I see him wandering around the prison, especially when he seems to be looking for someone (particularly me, no doubt) every time he's out and about. In fact, everyone seems to try to stay away from him, as he appears to have no problem harassing anyone who enters his path, though he seems to have made me his primary target. At one point, I overheard one of the other inmates say Mr. Evil Eye had broken out of several prisons in the past to hunt down my father but kept getting recaptured, but I never found out what my father had done to put the creep in prison in the first place, and I personally don't wish to find out. Thankfully he hasn't been able to find my cell—at least, I think he hasn't—and needless to say I'd like to keep it that way.

Over time, I've noticed that Mr. Evil Eye has befriended several other inmates to hunt me down, and because of this, I've had a harder time avoiding them, so I've had to look for various places to hide from them, but there are only so many places I can hide in a prison besides my own cell. Sometimes, I've had no choice than to return to my cell early during Exercise Hours, and once I do, I'm not allowed to "exercise" or eat again until the next time inmates are released, which only happens five hours at a time. I've ended up having to skip a few much needed meals because of this, though I didn't mind much, as the food here tastes terrible; I'm pretty sure the food that the inmates eat are leftover scraps that the guards don't want to eat that are usually rotten or raw, like eating out of a garbage dumpster; I'd feel lucky to find the occasional slice of bread that's not entirely moldy.

Eventually an entire week goes by with still no sign of Dad or anyone he's sent to bust me out of this dump-heap. At this point, I've had to regenerate myself (thankfully not to the point where I have to change bodies, but I've come disturbingly close) at least five times due to being assaulted by Mr. Evil Eye's minions, and I honestly think I won't be able to handle much more of this harassment, especially when they seem to travel around in packs, so it's almost impossible now to avoid them or have any chance to escape them when they do catch me, as they're much stronger and bigger than me. On that thought, I'm beginning to wonder why Dad is taking this long to help me, especially after promising that he'd refuse to rest until I was back safe in the TARDIS. I seriously doubt that he's just monkeying around, knowing how important to him it is to save me. I can understand the delay if he was suddenly called to save a planet from destruction or extinction, but if it was anything else, it wouldn't make much sense. In any case, I feel I should've been busted out not even a full hour into my initial incarceration.

Where the hell are you, Dad?

Thankfully, things seemed to turn for the better for me—well, kind of. Something quite unusual. I say 'unusual,' because normally when I'm approached by someone, they want to cause me harm for something my father did, but this time I was approached by someone who didn't, for once, want to cause me harm. At this point, after so many people had attempted to kill me since I've been here, I've now had to carry around a knife (which I stole from the kitchen the last time I sat down for a proper meal) in my pocket to defend myself with, so I was prepared when a strikingly handsome middle-aged man with short brown hair and bright blue eyes approached me; of course, I never let his attractive looks deceive me.

"This seat taken?" the man asks while pointing to a seat near me.

Of course, I never let anyone sit anywhere near me for fear of them automatically killing me, so I let the man know I'm not interested in him doing the same by automatically turning toward him, raising the fork I was eating with to use as a weapon (I had stupidly left my knife in my cell under my pillow, as well as not thinking to grab the knife I had with my current meal), and saying sternly and clearly, "Touch me, and I'll stab you in the eye and shove it up your ass! Whatever my dad did to you way back when, I had nothing to do with it, so just screw off! I'm not in the mood today!" I'm sick and tired of being harassed and abused every hour of the day while imprisoned here, which makes me all the more anxious to escape. No doubt this guy was yet another one of Mr. Evil Eye's cronies.

"Whoa, whoa! Easy, tiger!" the man says, stepping back, speaking in an American accent, which I can't decide to be cool or offensive, thinking he's speaking like that to impress me, somehow knowing that I was raised in America as well. "I was only asking to sit. Plus, I thought you could use a friend. You seem lonely over here."

Thinking his excuse to be complete bullshit, I growl back, "Thanks, but no thanks! I don't need any 'friends,' and I certainly don't need anyone to punish me just for being what I am! I didn't ask to be a Time Lord, okay? That's just what I was born as; I had no control over that! And I certainly didn't have control over what Dad did to put you in here! Why should I be punished for something he did a long time ago, long before I was even born? Why can't you freaks just leave me alone?!"

After a few seconds of just standing there awkwardly, the man shrugs and says while seating himself down anyway, even though I never gave him permission to, "Well, if you think I'm here just to harass and abuse you, you're wrong, coz I'm not. Why would I want to abuse that beautiful face and body of yours? I must say, with a face and body like that, you make even prison garbs look like a trendy fashion choice. A family trait you get from your mother, I see."

Oh, wonderful, I scoff, rolling my eyes. A pervert. Just what I need right now.

"What's it to you?" I scoff out loud. "What do you know about my mother?"

"I know, like you, she was also in prison for killing someone," the man shrugs back. "Your father, to be specific, but the murder was fake; yet she stayed in prison anyway because nobody gave her a chance to explain herself."

"That's not entirely true," I point out. "It's not that anybody didn't give her a chance to explain what she'd done; rather, what she didn't actually do. She chose to stay in prison in order to protect my father. It was the only way to make the Silence and the rest of the universe believe that he was truly dead. She chose to keep the fact that he was still alive, that she didn't actually kill him, a secret; and she did it out of love." I'm pretty sure that, at this point, the entire universe knows of Dad's survival and Mom's betrayal at Lake Silencio, so keeping the secret any longer is pointless; of course, my birth may have had something to do with the secret getting out as well.

The man confirms my assumption by adding, "And then you came along, and the secret came out. That the Doctor had survived the lake, and your mother married and had a kid with the one person she was meant to assassinate not long thereafter. Trust me, I know the story. Of the infamous Human/Timelord hybrid who's destined for greatness. Yet here you are, in prison for killing a king. Not a very nice king, if I'm being completely honest, but still—"

"I didn't kill anybody!" I snap back at him. "Whoever that was they caught in that footage, it wasn't me! That's someone pretending to be me, probably to get me out of the way, or to trap me. Someone who doesn't want me to interfere or fight back. Someone who doesn't want me to escape."

Someone like Madame Kovarian, I immediately add in my head.

Of course it'd be her! Maybe not her specifically, but she definitely had something to do with my incarceration; no doubt the person that was posing as me in the footage was one of her stooges that somehow managed to survive the explosion at the Silence base a few months back, no doubt as another tactic to kidnap me and train me into the assassin they've wanted to make me since the beginning. Looking at this man in front of me, I can't help but think that he is one of said stooges that Kovarian had sent out to retrieve me while posing as an inmate and acting all 'charm and smiles' toward me to trick me into trusting him. Yeah right, I scoff in my head. Like I'd ever fall for that again.

"Who are you?" I ask him, glaring at him suspiciously.

The man perks up at this and smiles as he takes out a hand for me to shake; not that I have any interest at all in shaking it. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't get around to introducing myself. The name's Jack. Captain Jack Harkness. A pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh, Nova Susan Song."

Of course, instead of shaking his hand, I continue the interrogation. "Where are you from? You from America, like me?"

He chuckles. "Um, no, actually. I just talk like them. I'm from a very long way from here, much like everyone else in this prison. A place called The Boeshane Peninsula on the planet Earth in the 51st century."

"What was it like there? Silent? Unforgettable?" I try to test Jack to see how he reacts with the words that are affiliated with the Silence, seeing if he will subconsciously break character; in other words, drop the act, knowing that I'm on to him about his true identity and where his true allegiances lie.

He pauses. "Uh, it was never silent; but unforgettable, yes. It was beautiful. I would give anything to return one day." He then frowns, seeming legitimately confused. "Why did you ask that question like that? Did you honestly think I would truly forget my home?"

"No, of course not," I say quickly. "It's just… There are certain people who bad things have happened to, and because of what they went through—what they became—it forced them to forget where they came from, who they once were." I still can't believe Kovarian would do such a thing to so many innocent people; to turn them into killers, even just to kill one person. Especially the fact that they are still stopping at nothing to do the same thing to me.

They'll never quit…not until we're all dead.

"That sounds terrible," Jack says apologetically, and he seems to truly mean it. "I can't imagine."

"I can," I growl. "I've seen it happen. It happened to my mother. Twice. I saw it happen the second time; I wasn't born yet to see it the first time. They brainwashed her into becoming a killer again. You know them, right?" Of course he does! Anyone who wishes to get close to me these days is a secret member of the Silence; at least people who are not members of my family or people I already trust, like my best friend Hazel McAdams.

Jack frowns at me, seeming genuinely puzzled, but I still don't buy into his act. "Uh…can you be a bit more specific? You talking about one of your parents' enemies?"

I nod. "Yes. The Silence. You know them."

"I know of them," he shrugs back. "Can't say I'm tight with them, if that's what you're asking. I don't fancy being connected with people who want to kill my friends. I make a point to stay away from people like that."

"And why should I believe you?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Excuse me?" he says, somewhat offended.

"How do I know that what you're saying is true?" I clarify, glaring accusingly at him. "How do I know you're not one of them? Coz see, that's exactly how they work. That's how people are tricked into being pulled into their web, like a moth to a flame, like a fly being attracted to something sweet. I know what you're doing, 'Jack,' and it won't work." I seriously doubt that 'Jack' is his real name.

He frowns before explaining. "Okay, I really don't know what you're accusing me of. I'm assuming you think I'm here to harm you, abuse you, kidnap you, whatever; but I'm honestly not. I'm here to help you. Your dad sent me to find you and bust you out of here, because we both know you're being falsely accused of murder; though he's still trying to figure out who's framing you and why. We go way back, the Doc and me."

"Uh-huh, and that's exactly what a member of the Silence would say!" I scoff, having enough of this faker. "To trick me into believing that crap when, in reality, you're trying to make me feel secure and safe around you by pretending to not be affiliated with the Silence when you really are! To which I say, 'kiss my ass,' because I'm not falling for it! Not again! I've learned ways to spot a con a millennium away! So, once you get out of prison—if that ever happens—you tell Kovarian, for me, to go screw herself and go to Hell! The same applies to you as well!" With that, I immediately get up and prepare to leave back to my cell.

"Nova, wait!" Jack calls after me. "I'm not—"

"Stay away from me!" I yell back at him. "I'll find a way out of here myself—Oh!" I gasp upon slamming into someone entering the cafeteria and back away from them.

"Good luck gettin' outta here alive, princess!" an all-too-familiar voice sniggers from above me.

"Fudgeknuckle!" I exclaim upon seeing the punched-in face of Mr. Evil Eye, whom I'd been avoiding all this time and, unfortunately, has finally found me.

I immediately scream when he grabs my shoulder tight enough to break bone. "You're not goin' anywhere! Not until the Doctor has paid for what he did to me!"

"To all of us!" one of his cronies corrects him. His other cronies cheer in agreement.

"Not until you have paid for him!" Mr. Evil Eye glares at me.

Not again!

"Ugh, why?" I groan out loud. "I shouldn't be punished for something he did! Whatever it was, that was a long time ago! Who the hell cares anymore! I wasn't even born yet!"

"It doesn't matter!" he shakes his head. "You're his child, and you're here! If I can't punish him, I suppose I'll have to punish you instead!" He then grabs me by the front of my shirt, lifts me up like I weigh the same amount as a bird's feather, and slams me down hard on a nearby table, breaking it under impact, before wrapping his fingers around my throat and grabbing a used knife from another table that one of his cronies handed him. I exclaim loudly in pain from my spine, as well as a few ribs, breaking upon impact with the table.

"Let me go!" I scream at him as I attempt to fight and kick him, but he's too strong. "Get off me!"

Of course! He's the size of a sumo wrestler; he'd be able to break me as easily as a tooth pick! In fact, he already has!

Mr. Evil Eye sniggers as he raises the knife up to my face. "Oh, I've been waitin' for this day for a very long time! I've waited so long to slay a Time Lord once and for all! I would've preferred that it was your daddy, but I suppose you'll do for now. To slay the child of the Doctor… Now that I think about it, that's even better. This way, I get to make him pay for what he did to me! Brilliant! The price he pays is you! His own daughter! How does that make you feel, eh? Angry? Disgusted? Betrayed? Yeah, you get used to it. If there's one thing he's known for, it's manipulatin' people for his own gain. Trickin' them into sacrificin' themselves for him. He refused to pay the price and face me himself, so he sent you to me instead. So like him. Not even close to the lovin' father you thought, huh?" He sniggers once more, this time to his cronies. "Let's see, boys… What should we cut out first, hmm?"

They each throw out their preferences.

"Cut out her eyes!"

"Cut out her tongue!"

"Cut out her hearts!"

"Kill her 'til she regenerates, then kill her again!"

Mr. Evil Eye pauses and chuckles to himself. "Cut out her eyes first, or her hearts… Hmm… Tough choice. I think…I'll cut out her hearts first…" He then adds as he lowers the knife to my chest and prepares to slit me open like one dissects a frog, "Slowly."

"NO!" I can't help but scream helplessly, believing that no one, not even my father, will save me this time.

That is, until Mr. Evil Eye screams in pain from another knife having been thrown from the other side of the room and imbedding itself into his wrist, forcing him to drop the knife he had been given, followed by a deep American accent saying a little too calmly, "Hey, buddy, I don't think you want to be doing that! You harm her, the Doc won't be too happy with you! You wanna punish him, do it by punishing me instead! Leave the lady alone! She shouldn't have to pay for Daddy's mistakes!"

What the hell?! What is he doing?

Mr. Evil Eye growls at this, saying, "On the contrary, I very much so want to punish her! She's a Time Lord! They all have to pay for their crimes, starting with the Doctor! Starting with her!"

Jack speaks up again before Mr. Evil Eye has a chance to raise the knife again. "Me! Starting with me! You really don't want to kill her! Trust me, you'll be much happier killing me instead!"

Are you serious?! That's the most idiotic thing to say! Why would you say that!? He's gonna kill us both anyway! It won't make any difference!

Mr. Evil Eye pauses before deciding. "You know what? I actually would, just to shut you up! Dax, silence this nuisance!"

Jack steps back as one of Mr. Evil Eye's minions begins approaching him. "Now wait. When I said that you'll be much happier killing me instead, I didn't mean that literally. What I really meant to say is that w—" He is suddenly cut off midsentence as the minion dubbed 'Dax' snaps his neck, and he crumbles to the floor in a dead heap.

"Jack!" I gasp on instinct. You idiot! I can't help sighing in my head. Why did you do that? I told you it wasn't going to make a difference! That was the absolute worst time to act the heroic knight! That's a good way to get killed, and look what happened! Serves your egotistic ass right! Serves him right for believing that I could trust him into not being a secret member of the Silence either.

However, despite these feelings, a small part of me can't help but feel genuine sadness for Jack's death. He was the first person—in fact, he was the only person—to approach me without feeling the need to harass me or kill me, and I greatly appreciated him for that, which makes me feel bad for not giving him a chance to prove that he was truly a good guy; I mean, he did just save my life (sort of). Sadly, I won't ever have a chance to repay that kindness.

"Sorry for that interruption, sweet-cheeks," Mr. Evil Eye sniggers at me once more as Dax returns to his side with a proud smirk on his face. "Now…where were we?" He then glances down at the knife in his hand—the knife that Jack had thrown into his wrist to save me from a merciless dissection which is, unfortunately, still imminent. "Ah, yes! We were goin' to carve out your hearts. Slowly. Hold still, sweetie; I want to be able to watch the light leave your eyes."

Oh, no, you didn't! You did not just say that word! Oh, you're going down, pal! You're going down hard!

I feel it the instant he says the word. I feel my energy building up inside me as my eyes take on that familiar golden tinge, and there is nothing but anger in my soul in that moment. "Only my mother calls me 'sweetie!'" I growl as I use my energy—the same electrical energy that was seen during my previous Regeneration up on that cliffside—to blast the group away from me and crash into the far sides of the room. I watch as golden electrical currents blast through the tables and chairs, including the food bar, blasting everything to pieces all over the floor. Once the ordeal is over, I rise up to my feet, my hands still crackling with electricity, as I see everyone except for Mr. Evil Eye and his cronies run away in fear. "TOUCH ME AGAIN, AND YOU'LL REGRET IT!" I growl at them as they stare wide-eyed at me, in utter disbelief at what I had done. "LEAVE NOW, AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"

"As you wish," Mr. Evil Eye reluctantly agrees as his buddies rush away with everyone else, "but don't think you'll be so lucky next time. You won't have a valiant knight in shining armor to protect you."

Even despite my still feeling sad for Jack's death, I shrug back with my eyes still shining gold with malice and contempt, "Who says I need one?" Why need a knight when I've got Regeneration Energy to rescue me just fine? I add in my head but don't say out loud.

I watch as Mr. Evil Eye finally leaves the area, leaving me alone with Jack's body and any other bodies that were caught in my supernova (no pun intended). Upon seeing Jack's body, the energy immediately disappears from my vision and returns to normal, and I momentarily feel lightheaded as I nearly topple to the floor. Using a nearby table (that's surprisingly still left mostly intact) as a barrier to lean on, I look around the cafeteria, genuinely surprised that I had caused such destruction, and, strangely enough, all over the death of a man I don't even know. A man who claimed to be my father's best friend from way back when. A man who had saved my life, even temporarily. A man who just wanted to be my friend as well. A man who hoped to help me escape this hellhole. Now he's dead, and I am left on my own again. Left on my own to spend another week surrounded by psychopaths. At least now they will stay away from me, after what went down just now. Perhaps they'll be too scared to approach me, thinking I'm now a psychopath, perhaps an even bigger one than they once were.

Looking at the destruction around me, it's made me realize one thing. This was exactly what Madame Kovarian had planned for me to become. A psychopath. A literal supernova. This was the type of destruction that she had planned for me to bring about. I was to become a weapon that everyone would fear, and anyone within my blast radius would end up seriously hurt or dead. Ever since I first found out about my Time Lord 'Deviant' powers, I always feared what they would turn me into, and from the memories Dad showed me about the Deviants and why they had to be executed, and why he was so concerned when he found out about my being born Deviant, now it all makes sense to me. It even makes sense why people always see me as some all-powerful goddess. That's because I am one, whether I want to be or not. He's seen how powerful my energy is, how destructive it is, as has Kovarian, but they never knew how powerful I would become with even the star's energy added to my already Deviant powers. They never expected me to become this powerful, and it terrifies them; deep down, even Kovarian is terrified of me. It especially terrifies me, now having seen proof and now understanding the truth about the power hiding just under my very skin, waiting to be released to cause further destruction and suffering when I least expect it.

Evil Nova's and the Doctor's words from my 'coma world' ring in my mind.

"Kovarian would beat me almost to the point of death, then I would use my Regeneration Energy to heal myself; and every time I would use my Energy on myself, it would make me physically stronger and more powerful. From these episodes, it made me realize how truly powerful my Energy was; how powerful it made me. With this energy, I was basically a God. I am a God. … But I wanted to be something more than what Kovarian was turning me into. She wanted to turn me into a weapon, but I wanted to be something more than just a weapon. I wanted people to fear me for my powers. I wanted them to see how powerful I truly was and kneel down at my feet. Kovarian refused to kneel, and so I killed her, and I don't regret it one bit. How is that for pride since no one else was going to be proud of me?"

"Only a monster would be proud of the things you've done! That's why Kovarian was never truly proud of you! You've turned into an even bigger monster than she ever was! She made an even bigger monster out of you, and that was her biggest mistake!"

Kovarian must've been absolutely terrified of the monster Evil Me became, what she turned her into by mistake, which resulted in Kovarian's eventual death, at least in the 'coma' world. Could this end up being true in the real world as well? Would I end up becoming the same monster that Evil Me became?

Evil Me's voice from my 'fear' projection in Victorian London rings in my ears:

"There's still time for you! You can still become this! They'll never stop hunting you! You'll have to stop running eventually! Everybody does! You can't run forever!"

Following that, the Shopkeeper's words:

"Eventually, every Time Lord becomes a psychopath in one form or another. That'll happen to one of your family members very soon. I've seen it." Okay, so technically he was talking about someone else and not me, but it could still happen to me, regardless of what was said.

Not wishing to think about it further, I rush away back to my cell, not looking back.

A/N: TO BE CONTINUED!

Don't worry. Jack will be fine in a little bit. That's gonna be quite the shock for Nova since she's obviously not aware of Jack's immortality. He'll explain all of that to her in the next chapter :)

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