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Knight of the woeful countenance 2/6
Title: Knight of the Woeful Countenance
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jovialien
Characters: Jack, Ten, Martha, Sarah Jane, Mickey, Gwen, Ianto, mentions of Rose and Donna
Ratings: PG13 for angst
Warnings: Spoilers for Journeys End
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just borrow them occasionally.
Summary: When you don't know who you are who will you choose to be?
Authors Notes: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wintercompanion challenge prompt "Amnesia" and inspired by John Barrowman singing Man of La Mancha.
“I demand you release me at once! You are in league with the Enchanter, I know it! I demand you release me and return my library to me at once!” Jack could hear the shouts from down the corridor and picked up the pace, the yelling voice all too familiar. Andy was outside the cell, about to reply when he spotted Jack running towards him.
“About bloody time.” Sighing he returned his attention to the cell. “It’s ok Don, your friend is here, he will take care of you now.” He closed the hatch with a weary shrug and turned to Jack, rolling his eyes as Ianto and Gwen came to a halt behind him, folding his arms. “What took you so long? He’s been shouting the station down for an hour already. Are you going to get him out of here so I can get back to work-” Jack didn’t answer, simply pushing past him and opening the hatch to see for himself. He slumped, his forehead resting against the door as his eyes confirmed what his ears had already told him.
“Doctor...” Andy folded his arms and glared at Jack.
“Doctor? Doctor who? Jack do you know this lunatic?” Gwen hastily pulled him to one side before Jack could punch him leaving Jack and Ianto alone to stare into the cell. Ianto rested his hand on Jack’s back as he drew near, supporting him as they took in the sight. The Doctor was there, sitting on the bench and staring into space. His brown suit was a little dirty but intact, but it was the plaster over his forehead that drew their gaze. Jack opened the door and in an instant the Doctor was on his feet, pulling a plastic Viking helmet onto his head and spinning to face them, a challenge on his face as he grinned fiercely.
“Ah-ha! You show yourself at last, I demand you tell me your name or I will run you through!” He held out his arm as though it was a sword, waving his finger at Jack menacingly. If he hadn’t been so worried Jack would have laughed but instead despair crept into his voice as he moved forwards.
“Doctor, it’s me, it’s Jack. Remember?” The Doctor narrowed his eyes and stepped back, his free hand moving to his hip like a fencer about to attack.
“That is not your true name, you are an agent of the enchanter!! I see it in your eyes! You seek to betray me to him!” Jack moved forward again then stopped as the Doctor’s expression became wild and he lunged fowards manically. “Arm yourself!” Ianto took Jack’s arm tightly and pulled him back, stepping in front of him and bowing his head as the Doctor advanced.
“Senor Quixote, I apologise for the inexcusable treatment of you, the city guards are a trifle overzealous.” He risked a glance upwards, the Doctor’s outstretched finger pressed against his chest. “My lord Jack is very angry with them but merely wishes you would accompany us to the castle where we would be honoured if you would be our guest.” The Doctor assumed a slightly smug expression, straightening up and holstering his imaginary sword before sweeping the helmet off his head.
“Well squire, I would of course be honoured to accompany you.” He stepped forwards and bowed sharply to Jack, his head lowered as he spoke. “Forgive my not recognising you my Lord, I have been through a fierce battle today and in my exhaustion mistook you for another.” Jack nodded quickly and held the Doctor’s chin with a light touch, pulling him up to face him. Jack searched the Doctor’s eyes for any sign of recognition and felt his heart sink. He could not speak, his heart breaking to see no sign of familiarity in those eyes, no spark of that spirit that was the Doctor.
“Doctor...” Ianto quickly stepped forwards again, breaking Jack’s touch as the Doctor’s eyes narrowed in suspicion again.
“Yes you are right my lord, this knight must have been through a fierce battle. Sir you are wounded, you should be attended to.” The Doctor’s hand rose uncertainly, his fingers brushing over the plaster and a moment’s hesitation passed over his face. Almost immediately it faded and he shook his head cheerfully.
“A knight must not complain of his wounds though his bowels be hanging out.” Ianto closed his eyes for a moment at the image before nodding politely.
“Naturally. Then if you would be so kind as to follow me sir knight, we shall head to the castle.” The Doctor nodded and followed as Ianto led the way out of the cell, Jack whispering to him quietly.
“You saw the Man of La Mancha?” Ianto grinned softly and nodded, whispering back.
“I played Sancho in a school play once.” He chuckled at Jack’s raised eyebrow and shook his head. “With a lot of padding. How do you know it?” Jack grinned and looked straight ahead.
“I went to the film with a few of the guys when it first came out, they wanted to eye up Sophia Loren.” Ianto paused, his hand on the door and looked back at Jack questioningly.
“Sophia Loren?” Jack chuckled and placed his hand on the door beside Ianto’s.
“She’s ok. Personally I preferred Peter O’Toole...”
“Jack!” He sighed and turned as Andy reappeared, Gwen tagging behind him. “What am I going to do about the shoplifting charge? The hobby horse?” The Doctor turned, roaring with indignation.
“Rocinante! What have you done to my steed you fiend!” Andy winced as the Doctor began to slap him across the arm, Gwen hurrying to get between them as her old partner pulled his hands up over his head to defend himself against the pathetic blows.
“Ow! Jack get your bloody friend off me!” The Torchwood team leapt into action, quickly getting between Andy and the Time Lord as Ianto tried to calm him down again.
“Your steed is being taken care of sir knight, we’ll get her on the way to the castle. This way. Please” Ianto led the Doctor away, leaving Jack to assure Andy they would pay for the horse even as he grumbled and carried on with a list of complaints.
“And the helmet. Oh and he also owes for the damage to three rubbish bins! He was running up and down the road on that bloody hobby horse with a long stick in his hand stabbing it at the bins and screaming that they were Daleks!” Jack looked up at him sharply.
“Daleks? He remembers the Daleks?” Andy nodded and looked past him to the Doctor’s departing back.
“That’s why it took so long to call you. We thought he was just another one of those who were a bit affected by it all.” Jack closed his eyes at the image of the Doctor trying to rid the world of Daleks again and again, one rubbish bin at a time.
“Affected.” His Doctor, all he had fought for, all he was, lost. Would they be able to bring it back? “You have no idea.”
Part Three
Author:
jovialienCharacters: Jack, Ten, Martha, Sarah Jane, Mickey, Gwen, Ianto, mentions of Rose and Donna
Ratings: PG13 for angst
Warnings: Spoilers for Journeys End
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just borrow them occasionally.
Summary: When you don't know who you are who will you choose to be?
Authors Notes: Written for the
wintercompanion challenge prompt "Amnesia" and inspired by John Barrowman singing Man of La Mancha.“I demand you release me at once! You are in league with the Enchanter, I know it! I demand you release me and return my library to me at once!” Jack could hear the shouts from down the corridor and picked up the pace, the yelling voice all too familiar. Andy was outside the cell, about to reply when he spotted Jack running towards him.
“About bloody time.” Sighing he returned his attention to the cell. “It’s ok Don, your friend is here, he will take care of you now.” He closed the hatch with a weary shrug and turned to Jack, rolling his eyes as Ianto and Gwen came to a halt behind him, folding his arms. “What took you so long? He’s been shouting the station down for an hour already. Are you going to get him out of here so I can get back to work-” Jack didn’t answer, simply pushing past him and opening the hatch to see for himself. He slumped, his forehead resting against the door as his eyes confirmed what his ears had already told him.
“Doctor...” Andy folded his arms and glared at Jack.
“Doctor? Doctor who? Jack do you know this lunatic?” Gwen hastily pulled him to one side before Jack could punch him leaving Jack and Ianto alone to stare into the cell. Ianto rested his hand on Jack’s back as he drew near, supporting him as they took in the sight. The Doctor was there, sitting on the bench and staring into space. His brown suit was a little dirty but intact, but it was the plaster over his forehead that drew their gaze. Jack opened the door and in an instant the Doctor was on his feet, pulling a plastic Viking helmet onto his head and spinning to face them, a challenge on his face as he grinned fiercely.
“Ah-ha! You show yourself at last, I demand you tell me your name or I will run you through!” He held out his arm as though it was a sword, waving his finger at Jack menacingly. If he hadn’t been so worried Jack would have laughed but instead despair crept into his voice as he moved forwards.
“Doctor, it’s me, it’s Jack. Remember?” The Doctor narrowed his eyes and stepped back, his free hand moving to his hip like a fencer about to attack.
“That is not your true name, you are an agent of the enchanter!! I see it in your eyes! You seek to betray me to him!” Jack moved forward again then stopped as the Doctor’s expression became wild and he lunged fowards manically. “Arm yourself!” Ianto took Jack’s arm tightly and pulled him back, stepping in front of him and bowing his head as the Doctor advanced.
“Senor Quixote, I apologise for the inexcusable treatment of you, the city guards are a trifle overzealous.” He risked a glance upwards, the Doctor’s outstretched finger pressed against his chest. “My lord Jack is very angry with them but merely wishes you would accompany us to the castle where we would be honoured if you would be our guest.” The Doctor assumed a slightly smug expression, straightening up and holstering his imaginary sword before sweeping the helmet off his head.
“Well squire, I would of course be honoured to accompany you.” He stepped forwards and bowed sharply to Jack, his head lowered as he spoke. “Forgive my not recognising you my Lord, I have been through a fierce battle today and in my exhaustion mistook you for another.” Jack nodded quickly and held the Doctor’s chin with a light touch, pulling him up to face him. Jack searched the Doctor’s eyes for any sign of recognition and felt his heart sink. He could not speak, his heart breaking to see no sign of familiarity in those eyes, no spark of that spirit that was the Doctor.
“Doctor...” Ianto quickly stepped forwards again, breaking Jack’s touch as the Doctor’s eyes narrowed in suspicion again.
“Yes you are right my lord, this knight must have been through a fierce battle. Sir you are wounded, you should be attended to.” The Doctor’s hand rose uncertainly, his fingers brushing over the plaster and a moment’s hesitation passed over his face. Almost immediately it faded and he shook his head cheerfully.
“A knight must not complain of his wounds though his bowels be hanging out.” Ianto closed his eyes for a moment at the image before nodding politely.
“Naturally. Then if you would be so kind as to follow me sir knight, we shall head to the castle.” The Doctor nodded and followed as Ianto led the way out of the cell, Jack whispering to him quietly.
“You saw the Man of La Mancha?” Ianto grinned softly and nodded, whispering back.
“I played Sancho in a school play once.” He chuckled at Jack’s raised eyebrow and shook his head. “With a lot of padding. How do you know it?” Jack grinned and looked straight ahead.
“I went to the film with a few of the guys when it first came out, they wanted to eye up Sophia Loren.” Ianto paused, his hand on the door and looked back at Jack questioningly.
“Sophia Loren?” Jack chuckled and placed his hand on the door beside Ianto’s.
“She’s ok. Personally I preferred Peter O’Toole...”
“Jack!” He sighed and turned as Andy reappeared, Gwen tagging behind him. “What am I going to do about the shoplifting charge? The hobby horse?” The Doctor turned, roaring with indignation.
“Rocinante! What have you done to my steed you fiend!” Andy winced as the Doctor began to slap him across the arm, Gwen hurrying to get between them as her old partner pulled his hands up over his head to defend himself against the pathetic blows.
“Ow! Jack get your bloody friend off me!” The Torchwood team leapt into action, quickly getting between Andy and the Time Lord as Ianto tried to calm him down again.
“Your steed is being taken care of sir knight, we’ll get her on the way to the castle. This way. Please” Ianto led the Doctor away, leaving Jack to assure Andy they would pay for the horse even as he grumbled and carried on with a list of complaints.
“And the helmet. Oh and he also owes for the damage to three rubbish bins! He was running up and down the road on that bloody hobby horse with a long stick in his hand stabbing it at the bins and screaming that they were Daleks!” Jack looked up at him sharply.
“Daleks? He remembers the Daleks?” Andy nodded and looked past him to the Doctor’s departing back.
“That’s why it took so long to call you. We thought he was just another one of those who were a bit affected by it all.” Jack closed his eyes at the image of the Doctor trying to rid the world of Daleks again and again, one rubbish bin at a time.
“Affected.” His Doctor, all he had fought for, all he was, lost. Would they be able to bring it back? “You have no idea.”
Part Three