Torchwood/Doctor Who: Fanfic: In pain
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m_findlowTitle: In pain
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Characters: Jack Harkness, The Master
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 1,181 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, chained and bound" at fic_promptly
Summary: The Master is ready to inflict all kinds of pain
He fought them the entire way, struggling against the men in black military operations gear who had a very firm grip on his arms. He still felt a little weak from coming back from death. Whatever The Master had zapped him with had really packed a punch. He should have been fighting fit, but he though back to the shame of being able to do nothing more than lie there whilst Martha Jones hovered over him. He’d seen the look in The Doctor’s eyes and knew instinctively what it meant. Their fight was over; for now. There was nothing he nor The Doctor could do to stop the Master. They had to put their faith in Martha. She was their only hope now.
As they forced him along the metal corridors, illuminated from light sources unknown, he didn’t stop to admire the ingenuity of the people who’d designed and built the Valiant. All he could think of was stopping the grin on his face. Good old Time Agency skills that had allowed him the sleight of hand to undo his vortex manipulator and press it into Martha’s hands. She had to escape, that was all he knew. What happened next he didn’t have any idea, but he did know that he had to trust The Doctor.
He didn’t know the exact specs of the Valiant, but he was pretty certain that on board a vessel of this type, there were sure to be cells, or at least places to hold undesirables, of which he was clearly one. The Master it seemed had other ideas. They jostled him to a halt and he felt the metal cuff wrapped around his wrist, and his arm hoisted in the air. Looking overhead, he saw the heavy chain dangling from the roof. No. Not that, anything but that. The second guard grabbed his other hand, pulling it tight as he wrapped the other cuff around it, stretching it up to reach the other side, leaving him splayed like some kind of scarecrow. He felt so exposed and vulnerable, waiting for whatever came next.
He couldn’t tell how long he been there, just hanging in silence, listening to the whirring of the engines all around him. All he could think about was a time long ago what he'd been chained up like this, enduring pain unimaginable whilst they tortured him for information on his partner's whereabouts. The longer he hung there, the more vivid the memories became. Every sound the engines made reminded him of the snap of whips, the beating of sticks, and the sizzle of electric shocks. Then came the sound of footsteps.
'Well, well. Now what have we here? It’s the Captain Freak. So nice of you to come back to life just for me.'
He scowled at The Master. 'Believe me, for you I wouldn’t bother.'
The Master frowned. 'Now, is that any way to talk to your captor?' He gave Jack a sharp punch to the gut. He tried to double over but found it impossible, strung up as he was.
'Did you like that, Jack? Or are you more of a guns type of guy? I'm thinking guns. The ones with the biggest egos always have to make up for their other shortcomings somehow.'
'Go to hell.'
'Hmm…' he said, tapping his finger against his lip thoughtfully, 'been there. Not a very nice place. A little bit like where I sent your little team of misfits.'
'What have you done to them?' Jack growled.
'Oh, nothing. Yet.'
Jack pulled hard against the chains, feeling a desperate need to break free. He wanted The Master to suffer for all the things he’d done, and all those that he hadn’t yet done, but would do. Instead the metal cut deep into his wrists, bruising in some places and cutting in others. The pain was irrelevant until he could be sure that his team was safe.
The Master cocked his head to the side and pouted. 'Are you worried about them? Perhaps you shouldn't have left them to go off swanning about the universe with that Doctor you love so much.'
Jack wanted to rail against his bonds again, but he knew doing so would only incite The Master further. He didn’t want him to know just how much his team had become his weakness. The pain from being bound up down here was nothing compared to the pain he’d feel if any harm came to them. He'd only been gone a few days in his own timeline, but already he knew that knowing what had happened to him after The Doctor had abandoned him on the game station was less important than being with his team right now, wherever they were.
The Master leaned forward, walking his fingertips up Jack’s torso. Every touch made Jack want to squirm.
'I think you and I are going to have fun. The Doctor is just so boring with all that self-righteous shtick. You and I are more like each other. We do whatever it takes to stop anything that gets in our way, don't we Jack?' He gripped the top of Jack’s shirt and tugged hard, tearing it straight down the middle.
'Oh, did I do that? My bad. I really should be more careful.'
'Do whatever you like with me. I can’t die,' Jack replied.
'Oh, I know!' he replied, clapping. 'But we both know that’s not exactly true. And that’s the best part. You can die over and over again, which means I get to kill you over and over again and it doesn’t matter! Isn’t that wonderful?'
Jack could feel his stomach tying itself in knots. He’d died so many times and it never got easier. If anything, it was worse. And The Master was a psychopath. He shuddered to think what he might do to him, and for how long.
He cupped a hand to Jack’s cheek. 'Don’t be sad, Jack. It’ll only hurt a little bit if you tell me everything I want to know. You might even come to enjoy our little playtime. And who knows, I might even bring your team in for a little visit.'
'The only thing I’ll enjoy is seeing you die slowly and painfully; just the way you deserve.'
The Master’s face twisted in a vicious snarl. He pulled out his laser screwdriver and stabbed it hard into Jack’s chest, pressing the button. A million volts jolted through Jack's body, watching gleefully as it convulsed before finally his feet gave out underneath him, hanging there like a rag doll against his chains.
'Wrong! I’m the one who’s going to enjoy seeing you die slowly and painfully; just the way you deserve. Well, maybe not this time around, but next time. Maybe I can’t kill The Doctor, but I can kill you. Over and over and over again.'
He clicked the screwdriver off again, enjoying the cool feel of its casing in his fingers, before slipping it neatly into the breast pocket of his suit, admiring his handiwork.
'It’s going to be a long eternity, Jack.'
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Date: 2018-01-07 10:56 pm (UTC)