Author: d8rkmessngr
Pairing: Jack/OMC, Jack/?, Jack/Ianto eventually, het and slash
Rating: NC-17 (betaed)
Summary: He left Jack on the game station. Abandoned. But then…he came back…different. An AU look on what happens if things happened differently. Doctor Who 'verse with Torchwood later on. Be sure to read the warnings.


Warnings: Please read each chapter's individual warnings. Some parts down the road may briefly mention non-con, abuse, and/or violence. Dark in the beginning. Please note there are some dark thoughts as my boys are broken…for now. Each chapter will be labeled for your convenience.
Author's Notes: Please note this is an AU that will cross over DW to TW season one. I'm probably spoiling my own story, but it will eventually be Janto. There's a bit of a journey first. I hope you enjoy. I'm working on this and intend to post regularly every other day. And again, I always believe in happy endings. So without further ado…
Disclaimer: RTD and BBC owns them. I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Warning For This Chapter: Dubious consent. Non-con, abuse.


Prologue + Ch , Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Master Fic List: here



Chapter 5
Time Vortex
One week later…

Jack groaned, his head hanging low as another thrust seemed to split him apart. When he felt the rush of liquid heat filling him, it was silent. Jack winced when he felt the softening cock leave him as if the Doctor couldn't get out fast enough.

His arms quivered and Jack nearly dropped facedown to the bed. He was surprised when he felt hands bracing his torso and easing him down on his side, a blanket pulled up to his shoulders.

It hurt to breathe deep but it hurt more staring at the dark profile looking away from him.

Each time the Doctor came to him, in the dark, it was painful, but more painful for the fact the Time Lord never said a word. He barely said anything to Jack when Jack stumbled out into the console room every morning. Jack would watch the Time Lord work on the oddly silent TARDIS until the silence grew too much and Jack went back to his living quarters, stayed in the darkness and waited for the Doctor to come.

He always came.

And it always hurt.

This was the first time the Doctor didn't leave right away though. An anomaly that gave him courage.

"I never asked for this," Jack rasped, his throat dry from lack of use. There had been no point in talking when no one would talk to you. "I…" Jack swallowed when the Doctor stirred.

Instead of leaving the room, the Doctor turned slightly towards Jack, still hidden in the darkness.

"I know."

Jack felt a sob break out, his breathing hitched when he felt the Doctor's hand slip under the covers and settled on his inner thigh. Not stroking or petting, but just laid there, just above his knee. It was an acknowledgement of his existence.

"I waited…" Jack whispered to the black mass in front of him. "I waited as close as I could to Cardiff because I knew you might come back to refuel."

"How long would you have waited?" The hand traveled and stroked the fold where his leg and hip meet.

"Forever," Jack sighed out, closing his eyes and tried to remember the rare tender touch. For next time.

"Forever?" The Doctor sounded amused. "I don't have forever. You do."

Jack choked and tried to roll away from the Doctor but the hand on him stopped him.

"What if I could take forever away?"

Jack opened his eyes. "What?" he croaked.

The Doctor was unusually patient. "What if I could take forever away?"

"You mean…fix me?"

The smile was audible in the dark.

"Perhaps."

Jack swallowed. "I would be able to die? I would be able to…" He didn't dare finish.

"Stay with us? With the ship?" The Doctor pulled the covers away, exposing Jack. "With me?" His hand spread wide over Jack's flat stomach. "Do you want that?"

"Yes." Jack flushed at how fast he answered. "God, yes."

The Doctor was close enough Jack could feel his exhale against his mouth.

"Would you die for your Doctor, Captain?"

A hand slipped behind his shoulders and turned him on his back. Jack stared at the pale skin so close to him. The Doctor's eyes shut and turned slightly away from him.

"If I say yes," Jack whispered. His breath stuttered when he felt hands on his body, caressing, as if mapping every contour of flesh. "Would you look at me?"

The sigh against his throat made Jack's eyes burn.

"You know I can't." The hands swept over his chest, curved around to cup his buttocks. "It's a Time Lord's instinct. It's in our guts." Lips hover over Jack's mouth but didn't touch. "You're not natural, Jack. You're wrong. It's in our nature to stay away."

Jack choked, hiccupped because he had no words to defend himself. The Doctor shushed him, pulled his head to his shoulder. Cool wool absorbed Jack's tears.

"But if I can fix you…" the Doctor hedged.

"I would stay," Jack answered brokenly but without hesitation. He inhaled sharply when he felt a dry hand parting his legs. A soft hush could be heard as the Doctor hitched down his trousers. Hard, throbbing, hot, his cock bumped against Jack's hip.

"You want to stay…with us…with your Doctor…"

"Yes." Jack bit back a moan when he felt the blunt tip of the Doctor's cock force its way through his sore opening. "Yes," he sobbed out, his hands fisting the back of the black suit. The Doctor was invisible in the dark, silent in a mute TARDIS and black suit. It was like embracing Death.

"I ask again…would you die for your Doctor, Captain?"

The Doctor's fingers cradled his head to his chest, his fingers rapping the back of his skull with that hypnotic thrum-thrum-tap-tap again. It roared in his ears. Jack felt like he was drowning. The beat echoed in his head with the Doctor's voice, his cock stretching Jack and filling him with first agony, utter agony and then sharp, bitter pleasure when the Doctor pushed deep inside him. It was like the Doctor was trying to reach his heart.

Thrum-thrum-tap-tap…

"Tell me, Captain."

He would. He would die forever and ever for him.

"I want to hear you say it."

…thrum-thrum-tap-tap.

His life, the man he was right now, was the Doctor's.

…thrum-thrum-tap-tap…thrum-thrum-tap-tap…

"Would you?"

Pain, joy, sorrow, even…death. If the Doctor wanted to give it to him, Jack would take it. Gladly, with both hands.

"Y-yes…" Jack sighed out, his words halting as each stroke burned. He closed his eyes so he couldn't see the Doctor's close his and buried his face to the Time Lord's smooth throat. He made soft gasps as his body rocked under each jerk and thrust. "I would die for you."

Jack could feel the smile vibrating in the Doctor's throat.

"Well…" the Doctor purred as he quickened his pounding. His hands clawed the back of Jack's head, forcing the captain to curl around the Time Lord's body as he rode his cock.

"It may indeed have to come to that."

It didn't make sense. None of it did. The joy Jack should have gotten with their reunion was barbed with bloody glass. Pain came before pleasure did. And the promise of not forever sent a icy shiver down his body instead of hope.

But then the thrum-thrum-tap-tap confused him and Jack simply let go and drowned in the sensations of a parody.



Jack woke up alone to a welcome sound: the TARDIS humming under him, under the floors, the bed, around the walls. He hadn’t realized how glad he was to hear it until it was gone.

"Hello, gorgeous," Jack whispered. His head felt heavy, his limbs leaden. He wanted to stay in the bed for as long as he could, but no. The Doctor, just before he’d left, had told Jack that this morning, they would try to take forever away. "Wake me up in five?" Jack said weakly. He tried to roll onto his back, but a bolt of fire shooting up from the base of his spine made him groan.

The TARDIS' hum grew in volume. She sounded off and Jack swallowed, remembering what the Doctor said.

"Hey, just bear with me a little longer," Jack whispered. He pressed his face to his pillow and bit down on it when he tried to move again. "It'll be…God…fixed soon." Jack panted as he sat up. Why wasn't he healed up yet? Maybe not forever was already starting somehow?

"The Doctor said he'll fix me," Jack said out loud. He stood experimentally, relieved to feel his strength returning.

The ship rumbled and his room shook.

Jack cast pleading eyes towards the ceiling. "Just a little longer," he begged as he staggered to the closet. "Is it that hard with me in here?"

Like a whale song, the TARDIS wailed long and mournful. It filled the room.

Jack blinked rapidly. She sounded like she was in pain. Jack sniffed loudly as he struggled to dress. "I'm sorry," Jack whispered. His fingers shook as he buttoned his shirt. "I'm so sorry."

The wailing grew so loud, the walls quivered.

Jack made sure he wasn't touching the walls, hoping to calm her, but he missed the pulsing warmth the walls gave. He stopped by the door and hesitated.

"Sorry," he whispered and reached for the door.

It wouldn't open.

Jack bowed his head. "Not again." He leaned against the door.

"No, don't do this," Jack pleaded, his forehead to the door. "Let me out of here."

The wailing was hurting his ears. The TARDIS sounded almost …human as it moaned and shook.

Jack patted the door, weakly. "I have to…you have to let me out. The Doctor…he'll fix this."

The door wouldn't open.

"Please." Jack jiggled the knobs again.

The TARDIS just kept wailing until…

It stopped.

Jack raised his head. He wiped his eyes with the heel of his hands.

The door clicked.

"There you are!" the Doctor declared, catching Jack under his arms when the startled captain fell through the open doors. "You're usually more prompt, Captain."

"The TARDIS—"

The Doctor waved off his concern. "She's just sleeping."

"S-sleeping?"

The Doctor flipped a small square of crystal, part of a pendant from Arcateen V, like a coin before putting it in his pocket. "Can't have her upset at you all day, can we?" He dropped an arm around Jack's shoulders. Jack tentatively matched the smile.

"Let's go," the Doctor's voice lowered and Jack felt an odd chill rippling up his arms. He led him towards the medical bay with a curled grip around his left elbow.

"Forever awaits."



The medical bay seemed different. Well, it wasn't a room he’d encountered much during his travels with Rose and the Doctor. But Jack remembered it being bigger, brighter and it didn't have that.

Elevated a meter off the floor, at first glance, it looked like a bed under an odd canopy made of glass shards, but it was wider, elongated and oval in shape. Jack paused when he realized there were four cuffs, two on each end, a collar, opened and waiting.

"Okay," Jack laughed nervously. "The last time I saw one of these, people paid money to see someone throw knives at me." At the Doctor's frown, Jack explained. "I was on a traveling circus." Opening as the man who can't die, not that Jack would tell him that.

"Ah." The Time Lord sounded amused. "A man of many talents."

Jack scratched his jaw and laughed awkwardly. Normally, he would respond to that with a many varied response. But today, he shrugged.

The Doctor ran his knuckles to the back of Jack's neck. He appeared to enjoy the way Jack sucked his breath in on contact.

"No knives here," the Doctor promised, "but it will cut something out." He gripped Jack by the elbows and steered him with almost a gentle touch towards the odd bed. "Your vortex."

Jack frowned. "Cut? Like hair? Or…" He swallowed and pointed meaningfully to his lap. Jack sighed out of relief when the Time Lord merely chuckled. "Okay then." He ran his hand across the platform and shivered. It felt like ice.

"Your body's permeated with the time vortex." There was a hint of disgust in his voice. Jack averted his gaze and stared at the platform. "It's what's repairing you, healing you."

It didn't sound like it was a bad thing but the rough words from the Doctor made him grimace at himself. He felt like he should apologize.

"If we…cut it out of you, bleed you of the vortex, deplete you of the energies keeping you here…"

"No more forever," Jack finished quietly.

The Doctor placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Get on, Captain."



Jack stared up past the Doctor's shoulder as his wrists and ankles were strapped. "No leeches?" Jack joked weakly as he saw the Doctor pull out slender tubes.

The Doctor paused and raised an eyebrow at him. He scoffed and stopped by Jack's arms. He rested a hand over Jack's upturned wrist.

"You have a pulse." There was surprise in his voice.

Jack turned his head towards the Doctor. "Um…yeah."

"I would have thought something like you would have none."

Jack pressed his lips together and he looked away. "I'm alive. I'm not dead."

"You should be."

It was true but the words still squeezed around his heart. Jack's chest seized and he swallowed again and again until his voice steadied. "But I'm not." Jack's voice tightened bitterly. "I know, that makes me—"

"Wrong."

He was going to say it himself, but it hurt nonetheless to hear it. Jack shut his eyes. He didn't want to see what he could hear in the Time Lord's voice.

"This may pinch."

Jack blinked open his eyes. "What?" Suddenly he arched his back, crying out when the first hose tipped with a long needle slipped into his vein, snaking through the blood vessel with burning accuracy. Jack sagged, staring blearily at the tubing slithering off his left wrist.

"Okay, a little warning would have been—God!"

Jack's head slammed back as the second was inserted to his right wrist, then before he could take another breath, his ankles. Jack could feel the needle burn even as ice knifed through his veins, his body burning hot and cold at insertion. By the time the Doctor finished, Jack gasped, eyes tearing as he gulped air to stave off the vise grip in chest.

"You…" Jack panted, "…call that…a pinch?"

The Doctor ignored him as he swept his hands across Jack's limbs. Jack could feel the heat of his hands through his trousers and sleeves. Jack kept his stare on the Doctor, who pursed his lips and studied the tubing.

"That's it?" Jack joked, his voice cracked. His heart hammered, echoing the rhythm the Doctor was tapping on his right knee.

Still silent, the Doctor's mouth curved secretively. He turned around and pulled out something that looked oddly familiar.

"I was wondering where that sonic screwdriver went," Jack quipped weakly. "Thought maybe you had a lot of cabinets to build."

An eyebrow cocked towards him. "Laser," the Doctor corrected. "Who'd have sonic?" For some reason, the Time Lord chuckled. "Consider it an…upgrade."

Jack furrowed his brow. "Oh." He watched, dry mouthed as it was activated, glowing in the Doctor's hand. This was it. Jack watched as it drew closer. His breath quickened as the distance shrank until…

Contact.

The tubing lit up with a fluorescent glow and simultaneously, Jack screamed as it felt like his blood was boiling, exploding, from the inside, scalding every fiber of his being. Light cracked through his skin like fissures, burning, scorching, and oh God, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe!

Agony squeezed his insides, squeezed until he could feel his guts overheat. Jack screamed and screamed, but no words could quantify it. No words could describe it. It was simply pain.

His spine cracked as he arched off the platform, trapped by his cuffs and the collar the Doctor clamped over his throat after the first cry. The Time Lord was expressionless as he waved the device along his limbs and it felt like his bones were bubbling and popping inside his body.

Tears streamed down his face, spilling salty drops into his open mouth. Jack writhed in place, sobbing, screaming, groaning as it felt like he was being taken apart.

Blue vapors rose out of his body like smoke, dissipating above to the strange glass canopy that hung over him like a chandelier. Like steam, it floated out of his body, deceptively harmless but it felt like someone was digging a sharp object into Jack's body and gouged his flesh out bit by bit.

The Doctor pulled the device away and Jack collapsed, gasping desperately.

"Not good enough," the Doctor murmured as he studied the tubing. "We will have to do this again."

"God," Jack sobbed out. "I…I…God…" He couldn’t speak.

The Doctor pocketed his laser tool and climbed up the platform, straddling Jack. He ran his hands over the damp clothing clinging to Jack's sweat drenched body. Crawling up his body, the Doctor pulled the tubes out as he got closer to Jack.

"You did good, Captain," the Doctor soothed as he wiped Jack's pained tears with his palms. "My handsome Jack, you have done well." He undid the collar and tsked at the angry red indentation on Jack's throat. The Doctor pressed his lips on Jack's throat. "You'll do better tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Jack choked. "I…I can't…"

The Doctor darkened. "We're not finished here."

"I…Doctor…it hurts…" Jack was still having trouble breathing. "P-please…"

"Perhaps you wish we stop this," the Doctor hissed, gripping the sides of Jack's face hard enough to leave bruises. "Perhaps you don't want to stay with us."

"N-no…"

The Doctor crushed his lips over Jack's. He pulled back with a snarl.

"I can still taste the vortex in you," the Doctor hissed. "Still wrong, still very wrong, Captain."

Jack heaved. "Doctor…"

"We'll stop this and we'll let you live forever while we age and leave you and—"

"No!" Jack cried out. The horror the Doctor spat out to him stabbed him far worse than what he just endured. "No! I—"

"Forever, Captain," the Doctor hissed. "I'll give you back forever and let you languish alone in—"

"No!" Jack howled, bucking as he tried to escape the words.

"Forever."

"I don't want it!" Jack choked as he pleaded. "Doctor, I don't want it. I…"

"You want to stay…with us…"

Jack closed his eyes and swallowed. He nodded. "Please…" he whispered. "Please."

His eyes flew open when he felt fingers undoing his trousers. The Doctor still straddled his torso and splayed his hands on Jack's chest.

"Tomorrow then," the Doctor said in a flat voice. He roughly yanked Jack's pants down, clawed fingers pushing his knees up; his fingers ripped his shirt open, ignoring the buttons that fell. "Tomorrow," he repeated.

Jack shakily nodded. He closed his eyes as he felt the Doctor push into him. He drew a shuddering breath as the Doctor fully sheathed inside him. He felt the Doctor move roughly inside him and Jack shook.

Tomorrow. It had to be better tomorrow.



Jack shook in his bed, his limbs shaking sporadically as he tried to get up. One hand clutching his open trousers barely hanging on his hips, the other clawing the silent wall, Jack stumbled blindly into the bathroom.

The TARDIS mournfully sang.

Jack paused, resting heavily on the bathroom wall in front of the small pool for bathing. "H-hey…" He cracked a smile.

The sound he got in reply was a low moan.

Jack's smile faded. "It'll work," he reassured. Jack gasped, sagging. His knees shook and he staggered towards the water. "The Doctor said t-tomorrow. We'll keep…keep…" His voice trailed off. Jack's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell into the water.

As his lungs filled with water and his body sank to the bottom, Jack heard the TARDIS' high pitched siren and wondered if she was angry it hadn’t worked the first time.



The first breath back to life was always the most painful. Jack gasped, his watery cry ripped out of him. He flailed, his legs kicking until he heard the TARDIS' chirp, almost inquiring.

Jack coughed and coughed until he was sitting up and realized he was in barely enough water to reach his ankles now. The pool now drained save a few inches of water that was still warm.

Jack stumbled, groaning as he braced himself against the pool edge.

"Thanks," Jack managed. The air warmed when he shivered. Jack pulled himself out of the water; his clothes clung to him like wax paper. He sat on the floor, too winded to do anything more than pull at his sagging trousers, grab at both ends of his shirt. The warm air embraced him.

The TARDIS cooed around him.

"Tomorrow," Jack gasped. "Tomorrow we'll do this again and fix this." Jack looked towards the ceiling, comforted by the minute vibrations under his aching body. "The Doctor will fix this."

Jack leaned heavily on the bathroom wall, gasping. His eyes drifted shut even though he knew he should get out of his wet clothes.

"Tomorrow," Jack mumbled as he sank deeper into exhaustion, blinking half mast as water dripped from his bangs. "The Doctor will make this better tomorrow."

The TARDIS' purr turned into a snarl.


Chapter 6

Additional Notes: Many thanks to snakeling for betaing this chapter long ago. Yes, I finally finished and can start reposting! Huzzah! LOL.