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sarkywoman : Overlords and Time Gods 1/5 (Jack/10) [NC-17]
Title: Overlords and Time Gods 1/5
Author:sarkywoman
Challenge: Power
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to and including 'Last of the Time Lords'. AU after that.
Warnings: This is part one of a fic about 50 pages long in Word. It's quite dark, contains dubious-consent (drug-use), slightly dodgy use of slightly underage slaves. There's some blasphemy and worshipping of false idols too. Insanity. Character death.
Summary: The Doctor returns to Earth after a long absence to find power has corrupted a once-noble friend.
Notes: Thanks tovail_kagami, supasass, veta_black and nightrider101 for letting me ramble on and on about this fic to you.
Everything came back to haunt him in the end. One-thousand and something years old (he’d stopped counting at a thousand) and he still faced Daleks, Cybermen, Weeping Angels and any number of previous foes. Not the Master though, unfortunately. Not since their last encounter. The Doctor was starting to think he might actually be dead this time.
It had been a long time since a companion stayed for more than one trip. He could have gone back and picked up any of his old friends (in theory), but he really was trying to move on. He hadn’t been to Earth since that fiasco on the Valiant with the only other Time Lord. Martha had phoned him a long time ago, but he’d let it ring. Earth had not been kind to him and he hadn’t been particularly good to it either. Avoidance was the obvious choice.
But it had been at least one hundred years in his own personal timeline since he’d seen the place and a human on Morsnok 8 in the year 4024 had expressed a desire to ‘go home’. That was their sentimental way of referring to visiting Earth, the original breeding ground of humanity.
The Doctor had been reluctant at first. He’d avoided Earth for just over a century or his own personal chronology and to return on the whim of a random human seemed a bit irrational. But a part of him had to see how they were getting on without him. The indomitable Earthlings.
He was feeling more like himself already.
That was, until they arrived at the New Human Empire of the forty-first century. The Doctor’s current passenger (Edwarr) was ecstatic. The Doctor was not. Everything was wrong.
The sky was dark in the middle of the day, illuminated by occasional flashes of green and shimmers of red. It was probably some sort of planetary shielding, but not a kind that should be seen on Earth in 4024. Someone had been playing silly buggers with history again. Undoubtedly it would be some enemy from the past, refusing to let him get on with his life.
Edwarr thanked him for the transportation and disappeared off into the crowds lining the dismal streets. It looked like they were preparing for some sort of parade… or march…
The Doctor looked around the city. This was London, supposedly, but the sights he’d expected to see in this futuristic city were conspicuously absent. There was a large and imposing tower, jet-black in true evil dictator style. The New Human Empire did not project an aura of friendliness.
The crowd began to drift towards the tower as a screen flickered to life on the side. They were waiting for a broadcast. The Doctor pushed his way through the throng to the front. At least the population weren’t the oppressed rag-clad masses who would have completed this picture of tyranny. They were all smartly-dressed in the fashions appropriate for this era. This, ironically, was very similar to 21st century fashion but made from alien synthetics.
The Doctor nudged the man next to him. “What are we watching?”
For a moment the man stared in disbelief as if he recognised the Doctor from somewhere, but then he shook his head as though dismissing the notion and then ignored him.
“No really, I’m a hermit. What’s on the big…” he looked up at the huge wall of film, “…big, big, big screen?”
“The Overlord’s going to give a speech in honour of the big day.”
“If you could enlighten me just a little bit further…”
The man sighed the sigh of a superior intellect forced to deal with idiots. “The day the human army advances to assert its power over the universe.”
The Doctor was rendered speechless not just by what the man had said, but the proud and casual tone he had said it in. Before he could gather his thoughts enough to ask for more information though, the screen stopped showing static. A woman with visible cybernetic implants appeared and introduced the Overlord.
Addressing his loyal subjects with a charming smile, Jack Harkness began his speech.
*
After the broadcast, the Doctor wandered the streets in a sort of daze. Jack, his good, noble Jack, had become a tyrant. Fair to the people of Earth and vastly popular perhaps, but he was a tyrant nonetheless. He had expansionist intentions and planned to conquer the Universe in the name of humanity, reinforcing human authority on colonised planets.
“And through me, your representative of the undying human spirit, we will be Gods!”
How had this happened?
The Doctor had left Earth this long with the vague hope that humanity would be able to look after themselves for once. And they had, at the expense of the rest of the Universe. How very human. And Jack, the one man with the potential to become so much more than homo-sapiens, was leading the murderous advance and embodying the worst aspects of human nature.
Cold metal pressed against the Doctor’s head, interrupting his melancholy introspection. He sniffed the air and picked up the distinctive scent of a Xaan Blaster Cannon. A very dangerous weapon that should not be wielded by reckless humans. Or the Xaan that invented it, for that matter. If it’s alien, it’s ours – that was the Torchwood motto, wasn’t it?
“My Lord, deepest apologies but you will have to come with us,” said a deep voice by his ear. The Doctor turned slowly, trying not to make any sudden moves. He’d managed to keep this rather handsome face for over a hundred years and he didn’t want to lose it now. The men aiming weapons at him were the darkly-clad military types he’d been expecting. At least one thing was predictable around here.
“What am I supposed to have done? Is walking without an escort illegal?”
“In your case my Lord, yes. The Overlord has given us strict orders regarding your arrival on Earth.” The guard must have noticed the Doctor’s expression, because he hurried to continue. “He has also informed us that you may not be aware of the presence of such rules and we are to assure you that humanity means you no harm. You are to be escorted to the Overlord for your own protection.”
The Doctor didn’t ask what it was exactly that he needed protection from. “He knew I was here?”
“The orders have been in place for hundreds of years, my Lord.”
That sank in as the men marched him back to the tower. For hundreds of years, Jack had awaited his return. Why? It couldn’t be good, not after all this time. Only one way he could find out – talk to the big man himself.
The trip back to the tower was only half the journey. Once in the stark and cold building, the Doctor was ushered into a large lift. One of the guards left the party to ‘make the call’, but the Time Lord was still accompanied by five men with guns. The lift let the group out on the top floor, where they made their way to another flight of stairs. Any staff members they passed stared at the Doctor with wide eyes. Clearly his face was well-known in this strange new Empire.
The stairs took them to the roof, where an advanced super-shuttle was parked. It wasn’t much larger than a mini-van and the Doctor noted with silent disapproval that this was another example of technology humanity shouldn’t have yet. Another guard left the group at this point and the Doctor only had four armed guards as company on the ten-minute trip.
He watched the scenery change from the window, though there wasn’t as much variety in the view as there had once been. Earth had been transformed into a cold, albeit stylish, representation of humanity’s fearsome power. It took the Doctor a while to realise that some of the buildings were clear and not shiny black, with the way they reflected the permanent eclipse. Here and there he spotted golden buildings that stood out in the darkness. “What are they?” he wondered out loud.
“Temples, my Lord,” replied the guard who had held a blaster to the Doctor’s head earlier. The Doctor tried to get a more thorough explanation, but the man said he ought not converse with him until the Overlord had approved.
The Doctor was told of the journey’s completion when they had reached the outskirts of the palace. It was another full five minutes before they landed at the actual building. Apparently it was the largest man-made structure on the face of the planet now. There had once been larger structures, but they had been… resized.
One of the guards glanced out the window as they landed and gasped. “Oh god, the fucking Overlord is actually here in person!”
“Get a grip Worsnon,” muttered the guard who had spoken to the Doctor earlier. He seemed to be in charge of the motley crew. “He’ll chew you up and spit you out with that attitude.” Then his eyes flickered nervously over to the Doctor. “Excuse my words my Lord, I meant nothing by it. Just getting the men to stand firm for the Overlord, who is generous and gracious and definitely would never intentionally harm any of his loyal followers.”
The Doctor just stared. What could you say to that? He managed a half-hearted “quite right,” then looked out the window for a glimpse of the Overlord.
Jack was standing in front of a small group. Some carried weapons, some held small futuristic computers. His personal entourage then. The Doctor looked at them for as long as he could justify to himself, because it meant not looking at Jack and his happy smile at the Doctor’s presence.
He looked just like he had one hundred years ago. In fact it was a couple of thousand years for Jack, wasn’t it? Rassilon, what had happened to him in that time? Because despite Jack’s claim a century ago that he was showing signs of age, he looked exactly the same, like the Doctor had just turned up in Cardiff in the twenty-first century.
No way was that the same coat. That was just too much. It had to be a replica. The Vortex Manipulator was still on his wrist too, though it looked different from how the Doctor remembered it. Modifications had been made.
The guards piled out and knelt before Jack, who didn’t spare them a glance. He strode past them up to the shuttle and held out his hand to help the Doctor down. Regardless of necessity, the Doctor deemed it wise to take the proffered hand. A jolt of energy shot up his arm and he twitched slightly, trying to keep his reaction hidden from the Captain’s gaze.
That was when he noticed the one indication of the ages Jack had lived through - his eyes. They still shone brilliant blue, but they were a little too bright, a little too wide, and more than a little insane.
“Doctor.” And like some sort of gallant knight, Jack dropped to one knee and kissed his hand, much to the amazement of all witnesses. “The words ‘I missed you’ spring to mind, though clearly they aren’t quite adequate.”
Jack’s accent was also a bit off. He was clearly choosing his words more carefully these days. The Doctor had seen as much in the earlier broadcast. “Overlord,” he replied, as detached as he could manage.
Jack rose to his feet, still clutching the Doctor’s hand. “Oh now, none of that. You call me Jack. I like the sound of it on your tongue. And would it kill you smile for me? I’ve been waiting a very, very long time.”
The Doctor remained stony-faced. Any hint of friendliness could be taken as approval for this whole mess. Suddenly serious, Jack reached out and caressed his cheek gently. “Please.” The word sounded desperate and against his will, the Doctor mustered a sad smile.
Jack sighed with pleasure. “There, perfect. Now you have to see my palace. There’s a room for you and everything!”
“Jack…”
But before he could say any more, Jack was dragging him along roughly. He paused briefly to tell the chief guard (Captain Sorcell, apparently) that he was very grateful but would have to cancel their plans for the evening. Then he was pulling the Doctor into his home like a dog on a leash and happily chatting about his décor and architecture. “…wanted something like the Tardis you know, bigger on the inside, but we had to make do with what we could find and it wasn’t possible so in the end I said ‘fuck it, I’ll just stay in and pretend it’s smaller on the outside’…”
“Jack, stop!” The Doctor tugged his hand out of the man’s strong grasp, his wrist nearly snapping under the strain. “What’s happened to you?”
“I became the Overlord of Earth while I waited for you to come back,” Jack said with a shrug.
“But… it’s been two thousand odd years. How do you even still remember me?” The human brain could only hold so much memory, after all.
“You know how it is. The harder you try to forget something, the more you remember it. And I tried so hard to forget you. I had Memory Realignment Therapy in the year…oooh, I think it was 3056. Didn’t work. By that point I was ruling the planet though, so I couldn’t afford to give it another go in case it wiped my whole brain. I’ve got a planet to look after.”
“Yes, the New Human Empire,” the Doctor said darkly.
“That’s right,” Jack beamed. “It’s good, isn’t it? You always loved humans. Well I’ve made sure they’re all safe and sound so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“Right. And this expansionist policy I keep hearing about?”
Jack stepped closer. “Oh that. Just to catch your eye.”
“So you won’t carry on with it?” The Doctor asked hopefully.
“Of course we’ll carry on with it,” Jack laughed. “But we won’t be so aggressive.” He rubbed his thumb lightly over the Doctor’s lower lip. “The terrible things I’ve done to get your attention…”
The Doctor felt sick. “Surely all this wasn’t just for me.”
Jack nodded. “Of course. Everything’s always been for you, as long as I’ve known you.” He tilted his head to the side, curious. “Does it bother you?”
“Does it bother me?” The Doctor trailed off, unable to believe that Jack couldn’t see all of this for the insanity that it was. He shook himself. “Jack, this is madness!”
“You forgave the last madman who took over the world because of you,” Jack said bluntly. “I might have forgotten the time, the place, the names, the faces, but I remember the principles. I remember my own feelings. My jealousy, my anger…” he looked away for a moment, into his distant past. “I think I said no to you, didn’t I? You asked me to go with you and I said no because I was so upset.”
“You had a responsibility to your team,” the Doctor reminded him. The incident was only a hundred years in his past and his memory was far better at recall.
“Oh yeah. Torchwood. Who was it then? Gwyn, Ian, Toshi and…” Jack frowned as memory refused to serve. “God, it’s been so long I can’t remember.” He brightened and grabbed hold of the Doctor’s wrist again. His grip was bruising. “That doesn’t matter now. Come on!”
The Doctor was dragged down corridors filled with alien artefacts and…oh Rassilon…alien carcasses. Eventually they reached a pair of large doors, which opened as Jack approached. Inside there was… “a party?” he asked hesitantly, because that was what it looked like.
Jack smiled at him fondly. “You’re what, a thousand years old, and you can’t recognise a harem? I love your naïveté.”
A harem? The Doctor looked around at the hordes of pretty men and women. Their bodies and faces were like the walls and furniture – decorated for the sake of decadence and depravity. “Oh…Jack…”
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” the man said proudly, ignorant to the Doctor’s true opinions. Time and brutal experience had blinded him to the morality of others, as well as his own. The Doctor wondered when had been the last time someone had told the Overlord that what he was doing was wrong. Then he realised Jack had mentioned ruling the planet in 3056, and suddenly the question was not ‘when did someone tell the Overlord he was wrong’, but ‘when did someone realise their Overlord was wrong’? Society’s gradual descent into barbarity over thousands of years would have gone unnoticed by short-lived humans. Only Jack would have seen the change, but the Doctor suspected Jack’s ethics had died and rotted a long time ago.
The Doctor was guided across the grand hall, past many side doors, to another large door in the centre of the far wall. Jack put his hand to a panel by the edge of it and a pale light glowed beneath his palm. The door slid open and the Doctor was pushed into darkness, the door slamming shut behind them.
A light lit in the corner of the room. It was like a lava lamp without the glass, small orbs of varying colours bobbing drunkenly above the bedside table. The room revealed to him was most assuredly a bedroom. The bed was the largest bed the Doctor had ever seen. It took up half of the giant room. Jack’s hands slid around him from behind. “It’s comfortable as well as big,” the man murmured into his ear.
“Not interested, Jack,” the Doctor said, pulling out of the man’s loose grip. “This is insanity and I don’t intend to have any part in it.”
Jack laughed. “It’s been a while since I had to woo anyone. Over a thousand years, I think. I kept the charm going of course, just because it makes the whole thing more fun. But actually needing to seduce someone? Wow, that takes me back a millennia.”
“Jack, we desperately need to talk. Everything you’re doing is wrong and it needs to stop.” How could he get through to the once-noble man?
Jack seemed to completely ignore his words, walking to a door other than the one they entered through. This one required a hand scan, a retina scan and a voice-print identification. Jack spoke the Doctor’s name firmly into the microphone and the door slid open.
The Doctor took one look at the small room within and sank down onto the bed. It was a shrine. A bloody shrine. His eyes teared up. “Oh Jack…”
“You have got to stop saying that,” the immortal said with a smile. He looked so much like the Jack of two-thousand years ago that the tears in the Doctor’s eyes escaped down his cheeks. A look of concern now on the Captain’s handsome face, he walked over and wrapped the Doctor in his strong arms. Inhumanly strong after centuries of god-knows-what. “Hush, what’s wrong?”
“Everything! You shouldn’t be living like this and neither should the rest of the world! I didn’t know how right I was when I said you were wrong!” Once again he pulled away from Jack’s embrace and this time stormed over to the shrine. The room was literally covered in pictures of him in various regenerations. There was a catalogue of companions and a cabinet of sonic screwdrivers. And there was a blanket on the floor.
Jack must have seen his confusion because he followed him in to explain. “Sometimes I sleep in here. Surrounded by you,” he said with a sigh as he looked around at the Doctor paraphernalia. “The big bed is for sex and other fun pastimes. This is where I sleep. I find it’s the only place I can sleep.” He looked around. “I think we can put the Tardis there.” He pointed to a space in the corner.
“What?!?”
“It’s being shipped here now. Don’t worry,” Jack added hastily, seeing the look on the Doctor’s face, “I’ve ordered them to be extra-careful with it, even though you and I both know that isn’t necessary.”
“I’m not staying, Jack. As soon as I’ve talked some sense into you I’m out of here as fast as my legs can carry me.”
“Okay,” the man said, accepting the news suspiciously well. “We’ll talk over tea.” He went over to a small computer in the main bedroom and tapped on the screen a few times. “It’ll be here shortly. Sit down, make yourself comfy.” Jack sprawled in one of the sofas. They looked like leather, but felt softer. The Doctor found himself quite comfortable in the armchair, despite the way Jack was staring up at him with awe. “I’d forgotten. All my pictures, all my videos and records… I still forgot. There’s something about your presence that makes you so much more than beautiful.”
The Doctor’s hearts kept breaking over and over again. “Jack, I’m not worthy of any of this devotion. I abandoned you. Twice.”
“And I forgave you,” Jack said with a smile. “As you forgive others. As you forgave that other Time Lord. As you’ll forgive me.”
“I can be ruthless too, Jack,” the Doctor said, trying to remind the man that his compassion was not infinite.
“But you won’t be,” Jack said with a knowing smile. “Every harmful act you commit towards another being hurts you. I remember that, your martyr complex and your never-ending guilt over the right decisions. So yes, you can be ruthless, but it’s a pain that never leaves you. You would rather forgive me.”
“I can only do that if you stop this!” The Doctor said, his voice increasing in volume as though it would help the words sink in. “I can’t forgive you while you carry on ruling this planet and forcing your will on the Universe!”
Jack sat upright on the sofa and rested his elbows on his knees. “I need your forgiveness. I need to know that you understand what I’m doing. Your approval will make it right.”
“But it’s NOT!” The Doctor yelled, standing from the armchair. “This is all so horribly wrong! And if you can’t see that Jack…” he hesitated before forging on… “then I can’t lead you back to sanity. You clearly lost the way hundreds, maybe even thousands of years ago.”
A scantily clad young man brought them their tea, bowing deeply then presenting his bottom for Jack to slap powerfully. Jack visibly relished the routine, admiring the pink tinge on the servant’s rump as he hurried back out of the door. He actually looked confused at the glare the Doctor sent him. “What? They like a firm hand. It’s how I train them.”
“So you’re a sadist on top of everything else,” the Doctor muttered before sipping his tea, desperate for something familiar.
Jack shook his head with a soft chuckle. “It’s obscene you know, how much I’m enjoying this. Just sitting here with you, being told off.”
The Doctor honestly didn’t know what he could say to that, so he sipped his tea. Good, familiar, friendly tea…
Wait.
The cup and saucer fell from his hands, spilling what was left of the warm liquid all over the plush carpet. Jack reached out to him, concerned. “Something wrong?”
“What’s in it?”
Jack grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Jack, I know there’s something in it, what is it?” He was panicking now. He should have known better. Despite all the madness that he’d seen in Jack’s eyes, a part of him had wanted to trust after such a long time alone. And Jack was...well, Jack. Good old dependable Jack. Except now he was evil, insane Overlord Jack. And he’d slipped something in the Doctor’s tea. “Jack please…what…?” His vision was blurring and when he tried to get up, he just fell back into the armchair in an undignified sprawl.
Jack stood up, now casting a shadow over him. “Ssh, don’t fight it. It’s just a little something to make you feel better and calm you down. I don’t want all this stressing you out.” He sat on the arm of the chair and ran a hand gently over the Doctor’s cheekbone. The Doctor turned weakly away from the tender touch. “I would never hurt you, you know that. I dream of pleasing you. I’m going to keep you here, safe and pampered and loved, and I will force humanity to recognise you as their God.”
“But…” the Doctor was struggling to compose a coherent argument. “You’re their Overlord…” his words were slurring. “You can let me go, you don’t need me to help you…”
Jack pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. “But I do need you. I just…don’t need you the same way. Once upon a time I died on your orders. I needed you to lead me. Things have changed. I’ve changed.” Jack looked intensely at him, a dangerous glint in his blue eyes. “Now I need you to follow me. My domination will only be complete when my beloved God kneels before me.”
“That’s not gonna happen,” the Doctor mumbled, though Jack lifted him from the chair regardless.
He felt really strange, like he wasn’t in control of his own body. When he was placed on a warm and comfortable surface, the Doctor relaxed into it, finding a sensual pleasure in the sensation. “Jack…” he said in a helpless plea for mercy. He’d lost all control over himself.
“Hush now,” the Captain said, kneeling down on the bed beside him. The movement seemed in slow motion, but the Doctor’s failing time sense told him that was not the case. His perceptions were undergoing serious alterations. And…and…he felt so hot and dizzy…
“I’m so pleased this chemical actually works on you,” Jack was saying as he removed the Doctor’s coat. “I generally use it on the shyer newcomers to my harem, the ones who don’t know how much they really want it.” He removed the Doctor’s jacket. “I give them a massive dose, like the one I’ve given you.” His fingers deftly worked the knot of the Doctor’s tie and flung the material across the room. “They’re out of their minds by the time I’m fucking them.” Jack pulled each button off of the Doctor’s shirt rather than fiddling about trying to undo them. “Trust me Doc, you’ll be in paradise.” Jack was already unfastening the Doctor’s trousers as his shirt hit the floor. “Then I ease the dosage for each performance afterwards, though you’ll probably be harder to tame.” Shoes off, socks torn away, pinstriped trousers on the carpet. “But it doesn’t matter how long it takes to get you addicted to me.” Jack grinned as he yanked down the Doctor’s underwear. “I do have forever, after all.”
Then his hand and mouth were on the Doctor’s most intimate of areas, touching, kissing, stroking and licking. The Doctor was ashamed of the helpless moan that drifted from his lips, almost as ashamed as he was of the way his hips weakly shifted in pleasure. But he could do nothing to stop himself. He felt drunk to a degree that he’d only briefly glimpsed in his thousand years and he couldn’t sober up. No matter how much his brain insisted that this mustn’t happen, his body was constantly surprised by the sensations Jack showered him with and writhed in the hopes of receiving more.
He couldn’t let this happen!
“You’re still fighting it,” Jack said, his breath caressing the Doctor’s skin and making him shiver. “You have to stop. You have to surrender to the feelings, surrender to me.”
“Can’t…” the Doctor whispered. But then Jack crawled up and kissed him and the Doctor couldn’t help but sigh into the man’s lips. Physical contact…when had he last indulged? He couldn’t even remember…
“You can relax with me,” Jack promised, interspersing his words with gentle kisses to the Doctor’s throat. “I’ll treat you so well, show you all the pleasures of the flesh, take you to heaven and bring you back safe, hold you tight all night long.” Jack stared into his eyes. “Aren’t you tired of holding back? Of being alone? I will never leave you, never disappoint you again, never fail to give you anything your hearts desire.”
The Doctor scrunched his eyes shut so he didn’t have to see the adoration in Jack’s icy blue eyes. He felt a tear trickle down the side of his face, but it didn’t get a chance to hit the pillow as Jack’s tongue chased it back up to the source. The Doctor knew he had lost the battle for his body and he was now losing the battle for his mind. His thoughts were becoming more sluggish and confused. He was forgetting why he couldn’t just move his legs further apart to make Jack comfortable between them. He… “You in my head?” he asked blearily.
Jack’s smile widened. “Just helping the drugs do their thing. I’ve learned a lot in our time apart. I know your gorgeous mind would usually be a guarded labyrinth, but right now, while those chemicals loosen you up, it’s open to me for the taking. I will make you mine. I won’t be denied this time.” He started pressing kisses on the Doctor’s chest. “You’re the one thing I don’t have. You, the one thing I’ve always wanted and needed, you’ve managed to elude me for so long.” A strong hand wrapped firmly around the Doctor’s hardening cock.
“Jack…stop…” the Doctor moaned. He couldn’t just lie back and let this happen. He had to do something...
Jack pulled away, frowning down at him with displeasure. “You’re still resisting? You are one tough cookie, Doc. But I’d anticipated that.” He opened a drawer on the bedside cabinet and pulled out a small tablet. He went over to the table and picked up his own cup of tea. He crushed the tablet between his thumb and forefinger as though it was nothing and the drug fell into the tea like snow into a polluted pond.
Jack brought the tea over to the Doctor and took hold of his jaw. The Doctor pulled away but was gripped again forcefully by a hand that didn’t seem to care if it bruised. “Drink,” came the order, and the lukewarm liquid was poured into his mouth.
He had no choice but to gulp it down, not unless he wanted to drown. He’d considered that option for a nanosecond before realising his next regeneration would still be trapped here with Overlord Harkness. So he drank it all down and Jack put the cup back on the table. “There now, how’s that feel? Better?”
The Doctor opened his mouth to plead again for his freedom, but was distracted by the spinning of the ceiling. In fact, the whole room was spinning. When Jack’s hand skimmed over his abdomen, the Doctor let out a deep sigh and pressed up into the touch. It felt nice.
Then Jack’s face was close, blue eyes scrutinising him. Whatever he saw in the Doctor’s eyes, he seemed to like it, because he smiled. “That’s more like it,” he purred, his hands roaming over the Doctor’s body, eliciting pleasure wherever they touched. He was coaxed into another delicious kiss.
“That’s it, give in to me,” Jack murmured against him. “Give yourself over to me and let me worship you. My Doctor.” Every touch set the Doctor alight with sensation and he relaxed under such skilled attention. Let Jack do what he wanted.
And then…
Bliss.
Author:
sarkywomanChallenge: Power
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to and including 'Last of the Time Lords'. AU after that.
Warnings: This is part one of a fic about 50 pages long in Word. It's quite dark, contains dubious-consent (drug-use), slightly dodgy use of slightly underage slaves. There's some blasphemy and worshipping of false idols too. Insanity. Character death.
Summary: The Doctor returns to Earth after a long absence to find power has corrupted a once-noble friend.
Notes: Thanks to
vail_kagami, supasass, veta_black and nightrider101 for letting me ramble on and on about this fic to you.Everything came back to haunt him in the end. One-thousand and something years old (he’d stopped counting at a thousand) and he still faced Daleks, Cybermen, Weeping Angels and any number of previous foes. Not the Master though, unfortunately. Not since their last encounter. The Doctor was starting to think he might actually be dead this time.
It had been a long time since a companion stayed for more than one trip. He could have gone back and picked up any of his old friends (in theory), but he really was trying to move on. He hadn’t been to Earth since that fiasco on the Valiant with the only other Time Lord. Martha had phoned him a long time ago, but he’d let it ring. Earth had not been kind to him and he hadn’t been particularly good to it either. Avoidance was the obvious choice.
But it had been at least one hundred years in his own personal timeline since he’d seen the place and a human on Morsnok 8 in the year 4024 had expressed a desire to ‘go home’. That was their sentimental way of referring to visiting Earth, the original breeding ground of humanity.
The Doctor had been reluctant at first. He’d avoided Earth for just over a century or his own personal chronology and to return on the whim of a random human seemed a bit irrational. But a part of him had to see how they were getting on without him. The indomitable Earthlings.
He was feeling more like himself already.
That was, until they arrived at the New Human Empire of the forty-first century. The Doctor’s current passenger (Edwarr) was ecstatic. The Doctor was not. Everything was wrong.
The sky was dark in the middle of the day, illuminated by occasional flashes of green and shimmers of red. It was probably some sort of planetary shielding, but not a kind that should be seen on Earth in 4024. Someone had been playing silly buggers with history again. Undoubtedly it would be some enemy from the past, refusing to let him get on with his life.
Edwarr thanked him for the transportation and disappeared off into the crowds lining the dismal streets. It looked like they were preparing for some sort of parade… or march…
The Doctor looked around the city. This was London, supposedly, but the sights he’d expected to see in this futuristic city were conspicuously absent. There was a large and imposing tower, jet-black in true evil dictator style. The New Human Empire did not project an aura of friendliness.
The crowd began to drift towards the tower as a screen flickered to life on the side. They were waiting for a broadcast. The Doctor pushed his way through the throng to the front. At least the population weren’t the oppressed rag-clad masses who would have completed this picture of tyranny. They were all smartly-dressed in the fashions appropriate for this era. This, ironically, was very similar to 21st century fashion but made from alien synthetics.
The Doctor nudged the man next to him. “What are we watching?”
For a moment the man stared in disbelief as if he recognised the Doctor from somewhere, but then he shook his head as though dismissing the notion and then ignored him.
“No really, I’m a hermit. What’s on the big…” he looked up at the huge wall of film, “…big, big, big screen?”
“The Overlord’s going to give a speech in honour of the big day.”
“If you could enlighten me just a little bit further…”
The man sighed the sigh of a superior intellect forced to deal with idiots. “The day the human army advances to assert its power over the universe.”
The Doctor was rendered speechless not just by what the man had said, but the proud and casual tone he had said it in. Before he could gather his thoughts enough to ask for more information though, the screen stopped showing static. A woman with visible cybernetic implants appeared and introduced the Overlord.
Addressing his loyal subjects with a charming smile, Jack Harkness began his speech.
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After the broadcast, the Doctor wandered the streets in a sort of daze. Jack, his good, noble Jack, had become a tyrant. Fair to the people of Earth and vastly popular perhaps, but he was a tyrant nonetheless. He had expansionist intentions and planned to conquer the Universe in the name of humanity, reinforcing human authority on colonised planets.
“And through me, your representative of the undying human spirit, we will be Gods!”
How had this happened?
The Doctor had left Earth this long with the vague hope that humanity would be able to look after themselves for once. And they had, at the expense of the rest of the Universe. How very human. And Jack, the one man with the potential to become so much more than homo-sapiens, was leading the murderous advance and embodying the worst aspects of human nature.
Cold metal pressed against the Doctor’s head, interrupting his melancholy introspection. He sniffed the air and picked up the distinctive scent of a Xaan Blaster Cannon. A very dangerous weapon that should not be wielded by reckless humans. Or the Xaan that invented it, for that matter. If it’s alien, it’s ours – that was the Torchwood motto, wasn’t it?
“My Lord, deepest apologies but you will have to come with us,” said a deep voice by his ear. The Doctor turned slowly, trying not to make any sudden moves. He’d managed to keep this rather handsome face for over a hundred years and he didn’t want to lose it now. The men aiming weapons at him were the darkly-clad military types he’d been expecting. At least one thing was predictable around here.
“What am I supposed to have done? Is walking without an escort illegal?”
“In your case my Lord, yes. The Overlord has given us strict orders regarding your arrival on Earth.” The guard must have noticed the Doctor’s expression, because he hurried to continue. “He has also informed us that you may not be aware of the presence of such rules and we are to assure you that humanity means you no harm. You are to be escorted to the Overlord for your own protection.”
The Doctor didn’t ask what it was exactly that he needed protection from. “He knew I was here?”
“The orders have been in place for hundreds of years, my Lord.”
That sank in as the men marched him back to the tower. For hundreds of years, Jack had awaited his return. Why? It couldn’t be good, not after all this time. Only one way he could find out – talk to the big man himself.
The trip back to the tower was only half the journey. Once in the stark and cold building, the Doctor was ushered into a large lift. One of the guards left the party to ‘make the call’, but the Time Lord was still accompanied by five men with guns. The lift let the group out on the top floor, where they made their way to another flight of stairs. Any staff members they passed stared at the Doctor with wide eyes. Clearly his face was well-known in this strange new Empire.
The stairs took them to the roof, where an advanced super-shuttle was parked. It wasn’t much larger than a mini-van and the Doctor noted with silent disapproval that this was another example of technology humanity shouldn’t have yet. Another guard left the group at this point and the Doctor only had four armed guards as company on the ten-minute trip.
He watched the scenery change from the window, though there wasn’t as much variety in the view as there had once been. Earth had been transformed into a cold, albeit stylish, representation of humanity’s fearsome power. It took the Doctor a while to realise that some of the buildings were clear and not shiny black, with the way they reflected the permanent eclipse. Here and there he spotted golden buildings that stood out in the darkness. “What are they?” he wondered out loud.
“Temples, my Lord,” replied the guard who had held a blaster to the Doctor’s head earlier. The Doctor tried to get a more thorough explanation, but the man said he ought not converse with him until the Overlord had approved.
The Doctor was told of the journey’s completion when they had reached the outskirts of the palace. It was another full five minutes before they landed at the actual building. Apparently it was the largest man-made structure on the face of the planet now. There had once been larger structures, but they had been… resized.
One of the guards glanced out the window as they landed and gasped. “Oh god, the fucking Overlord is actually here in person!”
“Get a grip Worsnon,” muttered the guard who had spoken to the Doctor earlier. He seemed to be in charge of the motley crew. “He’ll chew you up and spit you out with that attitude.” Then his eyes flickered nervously over to the Doctor. “Excuse my words my Lord, I meant nothing by it. Just getting the men to stand firm for the Overlord, who is generous and gracious and definitely would never intentionally harm any of his loyal followers.”
The Doctor just stared. What could you say to that? He managed a half-hearted “quite right,” then looked out the window for a glimpse of the Overlord.
Jack was standing in front of a small group. Some carried weapons, some held small futuristic computers. His personal entourage then. The Doctor looked at them for as long as he could justify to himself, because it meant not looking at Jack and his happy smile at the Doctor’s presence.
He looked just like he had one hundred years ago. In fact it was a couple of thousand years for Jack, wasn’t it? Rassilon, what had happened to him in that time? Because despite Jack’s claim a century ago that he was showing signs of age, he looked exactly the same, like the Doctor had just turned up in Cardiff in the twenty-first century.
No way was that the same coat. That was just too much. It had to be a replica. The Vortex Manipulator was still on his wrist too, though it looked different from how the Doctor remembered it. Modifications had been made.
The guards piled out and knelt before Jack, who didn’t spare them a glance. He strode past them up to the shuttle and held out his hand to help the Doctor down. Regardless of necessity, the Doctor deemed it wise to take the proffered hand. A jolt of energy shot up his arm and he twitched slightly, trying to keep his reaction hidden from the Captain’s gaze.
That was when he noticed the one indication of the ages Jack had lived through - his eyes. They still shone brilliant blue, but they were a little too bright, a little too wide, and more than a little insane.
“Doctor.” And like some sort of gallant knight, Jack dropped to one knee and kissed his hand, much to the amazement of all witnesses. “The words ‘I missed you’ spring to mind, though clearly they aren’t quite adequate.”
Jack’s accent was also a bit off. He was clearly choosing his words more carefully these days. The Doctor had seen as much in the earlier broadcast. “Overlord,” he replied, as detached as he could manage.
Jack rose to his feet, still clutching the Doctor’s hand. “Oh now, none of that. You call me Jack. I like the sound of it on your tongue. And would it kill you smile for me? I’ve been waiting a very, very long time.”
The Doctor remained stony-faced. Any hint of friendliness could be taken as approval for this whole mess. Suddenly serious, Jack reached out and caressed his cheek gently. “Please.” The word sounded desperate and against his will, the Doctor mustered a sad smile.
Jack sighed with pleasure. “There, perfect. Now you have to see my palace. There’s a room for you and everything!”
“Jack…”
But before he could say any more, Jack was dragging him along roughly. He paused briefly to tell the chief guard (Captain Sorcell, apparently) that he was very grateful but would have to cancel their plans for the evening. Then he was pulling the Doctor into his home like a dog on a leash and happily chatting about his décor and architecture. “…wanted something like the Tardis you know, bigger on the inside, but we had to make do with what we could find and it wasn’t possible so in the end I said ‘fuck it, I’ll just stay in and pretend it’s smaller on the outside’…”
“Jack, stop!” The Doctor tugged his hand out of the man’s strong grasp, his wrist nearly snapping under the strain. “What’s happened to you?”
“I became the Overlord of Earth while I waited for you to come back,” Jack said with a shrug.
“But… it’s been two thousand odd years. How do you even still remember me?” The human brain could only hold so much memory, after all.
“You know how it is. The harder you try to forget something, the more you remember it. And I tried so hard to forget you. I had Memory Realignment Therapy in the year…oooh, I think it was 3056. Didn’t work. By that point I was ruling the planet though, so I couldn’t afford to give it another go in case it wiped my whole brain. I’ve got a planet to look after.”
“Yes, the New Human Empire,” the Doctor said darkly.
“That’s right,” Jack beamed. “It’s good, isn’t it? You always loved humans. Well I’ve made sure they’re all safe and sound so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“Right. And this expansionist policy I keep hearing about?”
Jack stepped closer. “Oh that. Just to catch your eye.”
“So you won’t carry on with it?” The Doctor asked hopefully.
“Of course we’ll carry on with it,” Jack laughed. “But we won’t be so aggressive.” He rubbed his thumb lightly over the Doctor’s lower lip. “The terrible things I’ve done to get your attention…”
The Doctor felt sick. “Surely all this wasn’t just for me.”
Jack nodded. “Of course. Everything’s always been for you, as long as I’ve known you.” He tilted his head to the side, curious. “Does it bother you?”
“Does it bother me?” The Doctor trailed off, unable to believe that Jack couldn’t see all of this for the insanity that it was. He shook himself. “Jack, this is madness!”
“You forgave the last madman who took over the world because of you,” Jack said bluntly. “I might have forgotten the time, the place, the names, the faces, but I remember the principles. I remember my own feelings. My jealousy, my anger…” he looked away for a moment, into his distant past. “I think I said no to you, didn’t I? You asked me to go with you and I said no because I was so upset.”
“You had a responsibility to your team,” the Doctor reminded him. The incident was only a hundred years in his past and his memory was far better at recall.
“Oh yeah. Torchwood. Who was it then? Gwyn, Ian, Toshi and…” Jack frowned as memory refused to serve. “God, it’s been so long I can’t remember.” He brightened and grabbed hold of the Doctor’s wrist again. His grip was bruising. “That doesn’t matter now. Come on!”
The Doctor was dragged down corridors filled with alien artefacts and…oh Rassilon…alien carcasses. Eventually they reached a pair of large doors, which opened as Jack approached. Inside there was… “a party?” he asked hesitantly, because that was what it looked like.
Jack smiled at him fondly. “You’re what, a thousand years old, and you can’t recognise a harem? I love your naïveté.”
A harem? The Doctor looked around at the hordes of pretty men and women. Their bodies and faces were like the walls and furniture – decorated for the sake of decadence and depravity. “Oh…Jack…”
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” the man said proudly, ignorant to the Doctor’s true opinions. Time and brutal experience had blinded him to the morality of others, as well as his own. The Doctor wondered when had been the last time someone had told the Overlord that what he was doing was wrong. Then he realised Jack had mentioned ruling the planet in 3056, and suddenly the question was not ‘when did someone tell the Overlord he was wrong’, but ‘when did someone realise their Overlord was wrong’? Society’s gradual descent into barbarity over thousands of years would have gone unnoticed by short-lived humans. Only Jack would have seen the change, but the Doctor suspected Jack’s ethics had died and rotted a long time ago.
The Doctor was guided across the grand hall, past many side doors, to another large door in the centre of the far wall. Jack put his hand to a panel by the edge of it and a pale light glowed beneath his palm. The door slid open and the Doctor was pushed into darkness, the door slamming shut behind them.
A light lit in the corner of the room. It was like a lava lamp without the glass, small orbs of varying colours bobbing drunkenly above the bedside table. The room revealed to him was most assuredly a bedroom. The bed was the largest bed the Doctor had ever seen. It took up half of the giant room. Jack’s hands slid around him from behind. “It’s comfortable as well as big,” the man murmured into his ear.
“Not interested, Jack,” the Doctor said, pulling out of the man’s loose grip. “This is insanity and I don’t intend to have any part in it.”
Jack laughed. “It’s been a while since I had to woo anyone. Over a thousand years, I think. I kept the charm going of course, just because it makes the whole thing more fun. But actually needing to seduce someone? Wow, that takes me back a millennia.”
“Jack, we desperately need to talk. Everything you’re doing is wrong and it needs to stop.” How could he get through to the once-noble man?
Jack seemed to completely ignore his words, walking to a door other than the one they entered through. This one required a hand scan, a retina scan and a voice-print identification. Jack spoke the Doctor’s name firmly into the microphone and the door slid open.
The Doctor took one look at the small room within and sank down onto the bed. It was a shrine. A bloody shrine. His eyes teared up. “Oh Jack…”
“You have got to stop saying that,” the immortal said with a smile. He looked so much like the Jack of two-thousand years ago that the tears in the Doctor’s eyes escaped down his cheeks. A look of concern now on the Captain’s handsome face, he walked over and wrapped the Doctor in his strong arms. Inhumanly strong after centuries of god-knows-what. “Hush, what’s wrong?”
“Everything! You shouldn’t be living like this and neither should the rest of the world! I didn’t know how right I was when I said you were wrong!” Once again he pulled away from Jack’s embrace and this time stormed over to the shrine. The room was literally covered in pictures of him in various regenerations. There was a catalogue of companions and a cabinet of sonic screwdrivers. And there was a blanket on the floor.
Jack must have seen his confusion because he followed him in to explain. “Sometimes I sleep in here. Surrounded by you,” he said with a sigh as he looked around at the Doctor paraphernalia. “The big bed is for sex and other fun pastimes. This is where I sleep. I find it’s the only place I can sleep.” He looked around. “I think we can put the Tardis there.” He pointed to a space in the corner.
“What?!?”
“It’s being shipped here now. Don’t worry,” Jack added hastily, seeing the look on the Doctor’s face, “I’ve ordered them to be extra-careful with it, even though you and I both know that isn’t necessary.”
“I’m not staying, Jack. As soon as I’ve talked some sense into you I’m out of here as fast as my legs can carry me.”
“Okay,” the man said, accepting the news suspiciously well. “We’ll talk over tea.” He went over to a small computer in the main bedroom and tapped on the screen a few times. “It’ll be here shortly. Sit down, make yourself comfy.” Jack sprawled in one of the sofas. They looked like leather, but felt softer. The Doctor found himself quite comfortable in the armchair, despite the way Jack was staring up at him with awe. “I’d forgotten. All my pictures, all my videos and records… I still forgot. There’s something about your presence that makes you so much more than beautiful.”
The Doctor’s hearts kept breaking over and over again. “Jack, I’m not worthy of any of this devotion. I abandoned you. Twice.”
“And I forgave you,” Jack said with a smile. “As you forgive others. As you forgave that other Time Lord. As you’ll forgive me.”
“I can be ruthless too, Jack,” the Doctor said, trying to remind the man that his compassion was not infinite.
“But you won’t be,” Jack said with a knowing smile. “Every harmful act you commit towards another being hurts you. I remember that, your martyr complex and your never-ending guilt over the right decisions. So yes, you can be ruthless, but it’s a pain that never leaves you. You would rather forgive me.”
“I can only do that if you stop this!” The Doctor said, his voice increasing in volume as though it would help the words sink in. “I can’t forgive you while you carry on ruling this planet and forcing your will on the Universe!”
Jack sat upright on the sofa and rested his elbows on his knees. “I need your forgiveness. I need to know that you understand what I’m doing. Your approval will make it right.”
“But it’s NOT!” The Doctor yelled, standing from the armchair. “This is all so horribly wrong! And if you can’t see that Jack…” he hesitated before forging on… “then I can’t lead you back to sanity. You clearly lost the way hundreds, maybe even thousands of years ago.”
A scantily clad young man brought them their tea, bowing deeply then presenting his bottom for Jack to slap powerfully. Jack visibly relished the routine, admiring the pink tinge on the servant’s rump as he hurried back out of the door. He actually looked confused at the glare the Doctor sent him. “What? They like a firm hand. It’s how I train them.”
“So you’re a sadist on top of everything else,” the Doctor muttered before sipping his tea, desperate for something familiar.
Jack shook his head with a soft chuckle. “It’s obscene you know, how much I’m enjoying this. Just sitting here with you, being told off.”
The Doctor honestly didn’t know what he could say to that, so he sipped his tea. Good, familiar, friendly tea…
Wait.
The cup and saucer fell from his hands, spilling what was left of the warm liquid all over the plush carpet. Jack reached out to him, concerned. “Something wrong?”
“What’s in it?”
Jack grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Jack, I know there’s something in it, what is it?” He was panicking now. He should have known better. Despite all the madness that he’d seen in Jack’s eyes, a part of him had wanted to trust after such a long time alone. And Jack was...well, Jack. Good old dependable Jack. Except now he was evil, insane Overlord Jack. And he’d slipped something in the Doctor’s tea. “Jack please…what…?” His vision was blurring and when he tried to get up, he just fell back into the armchair in an undignified sprawl.
Jack stood up, now casting a shadow over him. “Ssh, don’t fight it. It’s just a little something to make you feel better and calm you down. I don’t want all this stressing you out.” He sat on the arm of the chair and ran a hand gently over the Doctor’s cheekbone. The Doctor turned weakly away from the tender touch. “I would never hurt you, you know that. I dream of pleasing you. I’m going to keep you here, safe and pampered and loved, and I will force humanity to recognise you as their God.”
“But…” the Doctor was struggling to compose a coherent argument. “You’re their Overlord…” his words were slurring. “You can let me go, you don’t need me to help you…”
Jack pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. “But I do need you. I just…don’t need you the same way. Once upon a time I died on your orders. I needed you to lead me. Things have changed. I’ve changed.” Jack looked intensely at him, a dangerous glint in his blue eyes. “Now I need you to follow me. My domination will only be complete when my beloved God kneels before me.”
“That’s not gonna happen,” the Doctor mumbled, though Jack lifted him from the chair regardless.
He felt really strange, like he wasn’t in control of his own body. When he was placed on a warm and comfortable surface, the Doctor relaxed into it, finding a sensual pleasure in the sensation. “Jack…” he said in a helpless plea for mercy. He’d lost all control over himself.
“Hush now,” the Captain said, kneeling down on the bed beside him. The movement seemed in slow motion, but the Doctor’s failing time sense told him that was not the case. His perceptions were undergoing serious alterations. And…and…he felt so hot and dizzy…
“I’m so pleased this chemical actually works on you,” Jack was saying as he removed the Doctor’s coat. “I generally use it on the shyer newcomers to my harem, the ones who don’t know how much they really want it.” He removed the Doctor’s jacket. “I give them a massive dose, like the one I’ve given you.” His fingers deftly worked the knot of the Doctor’s tie and flung the material across the room. “They’re out of their minds by the time I’m fucking them.” Jack pulled each button off of the Doctor’s shirt rather than fiddling about trying to undo them. “Trust me Doc, you’ll be in paradise.” Jack was already unfastening the Doctor’s trousers as his shirt hit the floor. “Then I ease the dosage for each performance afterwards, though you’ll probably be harder to tame.” Shoes off, socks torn away, pinstriped trousers on the carpet. “But it doesn’t matter how long it takes to get you addicted to me.” Jack grinned as he yanked down the Doctor’s underwear. “I do have forever, after all.”
Then his hand and mouth were on the Doctor’s most intimate of areas, touching, kissing, stroking and licking. The Doctor was ashamed of the helpless moan that drifted from his lips, almost as ashamed as he was of the way his hips weakly shifted in pleasure. But he could do nothing to stop himself. He felt drunk to a degree that he’d only briefly glimpsed in his thousand years and he couldn’t sober up. No matter how much his brain insisted that this mustn’t happen, his body was constantly surprised by the sensations Jack showered him with and writhed in the hopes of receiving more.
He couldn’t let this happen!
“You’re still fighting it,” Jack said, his breath caressing the Doctor’s skin and making him shiver. “You have to stop. You have to surrender to the feelings, surrender to me.”
“Can’t…” the Doctor whispered. But then Jack crawled up and kissed him and the Doctor couldn’t help but sigh into the man’s lips. Physical contact…when had he last indulged? He couldn’t even remember…
“You can relax with me,” Jack promised, interspersing his words with gentle kisses to the Doctor’s throat. “I’ll treat you so well, show you all the pleasures of the flesh, take you to heaven and bring you back safe, hold you tight all night long.” Jack stared into his eyes. “Aren’t you tired of holding back? Of being alone? I will never leave you, never disappoint you again, never fail to give you anything your hearts desire.”
The Doctor scrunched his eyes shut so he didn’t have to see the adoration in Jack’s icy blue eyes. He felt a tear trickle down the side of his face, but it didn’t get a chance to hit the pillow as Jack’s tongue chased it back up to the source. The Doctor knew he had lost the battle for his body and he was now losing the battle for his mind. His thoughts were becoming more sluggish and confused. He was forgetting why he couldn’t just move his legs further apart to make Jack comfortable between them. He… “You in my head?” he asked blearily.
Jack’s smile widened. “Just helping the drugs do their thing. I’ve learned a lot in our time apart. I know your gorgeous mind would usually be a guarded labyrinth, but right now, while those chemicals loosen you up, it’s open to me for the taking. I will make you mine. I won’t be denied this time.” He started pressing kisses on the Doctor’s chest. “You’re the one thing I don’t have. You, the one thing I’ve always wanted and needed, you’ve managed to elude me for so long.” A strong hand wrapped firmly around the Doctor’s hardening cock.
“Jack…stop…” the Doctor moaned. He couldn’t just lie back and let this happen. He had to do something...
Jack pulled away, frowning down at him with displeasure. “You’re still resisting? You are one tough cookie, Doc. But I’d anticipated that.” He opened a drawer on the bedside cabinet and pulled out a small tablet. He went over to the table and picked up his own cup of tea. He crushed the tablet between his thumb and forefinger as though it was nothing and the drug fell into the tea like snow into a polluted pond.
Jack brought the tea over to the Doctor and took hold of his jaw. The Doctor pulled away but was gripped again forcefully by a hand that didn’t seem to care if it bruised. “Drink,” came the order, and the lukewarm liquid was poured into his mouth.
He had no choice but to gulp it down, not unless he wanted to drown. He’d considered that option for a nanosecond before realising his next regeneration would still be trapped here with Overlord Harkness. So he drank it all down and Jack put the cup back on the table. “There now, how’s that feel? Better?”
The Doctor opened his mouth to plead again for his freedom, but was distracted by the spinning of the ceiling. In fact, the whole room was spinning. When Jack’s hand skimmed over his abdomen, the Doctor let out a deep sigh and pressed up into the touch. It felt nice.
Then Jack’s face was close, blue eyes scrutinising him. Whatever he saw in the Doctor’s eyes, he seemed to like it, because he smiled. “That’s more like it,” he purred, his hands roaming over the Doctor’s body, eliciting pleasure wherever they touched. He was coaxed into another delicious kiss.
“That’s it, give in to me,” Jack murmured against him. “Give yourself over to me and let me worship you. My Doctor.” Every touch set the Doctor alight with sensation and he relaxed under such skilled attention. Let Jack do what he wanted.
And then…
Bliss.
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New to this community. First fic I've read.Dead now. Sorry for lack of words.
First: it feels good to read something from you! It's been a long time :)
That was just...wow. Jack is scary.I fear he's a psycho and right now...I don't know if the Doc can save him *sob* And you do the Doctor so well. I don't know how you're doing it but I think it's amazing. I can see the Doctor in your stories!
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It's been a long time because this is currently at 50 pages and I'm frantically trying to meet the challenge deadline. Can't wait to get it done and get back to writing my DW/TW epic.
Crazy!Jack is always a thrill to write. I'm really pleased you've complimented my Doctor because I'm forever worrying about my characterisation of him.
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Rly. You're Doctor is mad eof win. It's like...seeing him doing and saying all your scenes. It's him :)
And I should go to bed now...wait. There will be a death, right? O__ô
Creepy damn Jack....I'm so sad of what he has become. And it's aching to see the Doctor feeling exactly the same about him :(
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The story you're writing is beautiful and dark and I can't wait to read the next part. - That's made my night, thanks :)
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The "Overlord" bits still make me giggle. It sounds like a title the Master would choose. Maybe Jack picked it because it's shorter than "Even-Better-Than-Master"...
The Doctor is lovely and well in-character. Reading all this at once it's even better than in snippets.
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Overlord Jack
(Anonymous) 2008-04-29 12:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Overlord Jack
I doubt Jack would have acted on these sentiments if he hadn't been abandoned for so long. If you think about how obsessed he was with the Doctor even after waiting for 100 years in Cardiff, it makes sense to me that waiting for a couple thousand years would send him even further into crazyville.
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I just finished a five page paper on American foreign policy, and really needed something to un-scramble my brain. I thank God you posted this.
I love all your fics, and with the way my life's been lately I needed something dark. And I can totally imagine Jack going off the deep end, especially if the Doctor left him for so long. *Scrambles off to read the next part*
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You really write Ten/Jack so well! This is so wickedly evil, but so very nice.
Thank you! Enjoying this one immensely! I'm reading all the other Ten/Jack stories in between reading the Stuck on the Slow Path Series!
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I felt so sad for the Doctor when he went back to 2008 and he was going to do it, as I was reading the final chapter, at one point, I said....Oh Rassilon! He's going to kill Jack! And the way he was when he seen that he missed Martha's phone call, and saying she must have died!
I thought that in the future where he made love to Jack, and took his life force, then Jack asked him to kill him....that was the hardest part for me to read. And I'm sure the hardest part for you to write!
But I can appreciate the sentiments of that part of the story, as the Doctor felt he just had to set things right. Very touching ending as well on Part 4. So heartfelt. :-)
All I can say is WOW! That was really a powerful story. I'm sure it was very hard work for you, but again, I must say that you did wrote it brilliantly!
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