Lacrimis Morientium 5
Title: Lacrimis Morientium
Part: 5/6 + epilogue
Warnings: Mpreg. Dark and depressing. Character death and very disturbing scenes. May be triggering for anyone with issues relating to infants. No happy ending.
Rating: 18+
Genre: Angst, AU after Parting of The Ways
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways
Characters: Jack, Simm!Master, Doctor, Rose
Pairings: Jack/Simm!Master, Jack/Doctor (implied)
Summary: The Doctor has abandoned Jack on Satellite 5. This has consequences that he did not foresee. Major Jack angst. A dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine
AN: As usual, I'm sorry for being so slow, especially with A New Dawn. Despite my best intentions, I didn't get any writing done while I was on holiday. And since then I've had no time, until today, which I've managed to leave clear for writing. Hurray! So I've edited this chapter and now I'm off to start on the next chapter of A New Dawn.
Previous chapter here: http://ohinyan.livejournal.com/30550.html
Chapter 5
The Master chose option two. The human had transcended his species. He had even created a rift in spacetime; something the Master had eventually realised. With no Time Lords left, other than the Doctor, he was a worthy substitute. And Jack's hatred for the Doctor was not incompatible with the Master's own feelings.
There was the little matter of Jack's sanity, or lack thereof. But many people had thought the Master insane, so who was he to judge. And what was a little insanity between friends? It would be interesting, if not easy. After fifty years of aimless wandering, bringing down the odd planetary government, the Master was bored, and the drums in his head were getting louder. He needed something to drown them out. He had been on the point of launching a major 'enslaving planets' initiative, purely for the lack of anything better to do. Interesting would be good.
And, as for Jack's feelings on the matter, the Master was well aware that his main attraction for Jack was that he was not the Doctor. But he could work with that. The man was only too happy to engage in the physical aspect of a relationship. The rest would follow.
With option one, slavery, he could physically force sex, but there would be a loss of the mind-to-mind passion. No one being coerced could make that work. He could invade the human's mind, but would never regain what they had experienced previously.
Having made his decision, the Master threw himself wholeheartedly into making his new lover happy. And the first thing was to sort out the baby.
* * * * * *
A week later, the Master had talked Jack into visiting a stasis centre for the deceased. Together they had chosen a stasis capsule. It was white with gold filigree. The top was transparent, so the occupant could be seen. What they needed now was for Jack to decide about the baby's funeral.
There was no immediate hurry for that, now that they had the capsule, so the Master waited patiently for Jack to be ready. In the meantime, they visited various pleasure planets, indulging in all they had to offer.
Jack followed the Master's suggestions as to where they went, and what they did. He seemed to have lost the capacity to actively run his own life, after his experiences on the Satellite.
They shagged their way across ten galaxies, before the Master realised that he hadn't even thought of planetary domination since becoming Jack's lover. And the drums were muted in his head. The more often he was exposed to the vortex in Jack, the fainter they became.
On one night they lay together. The Master was more content than he had ever been. Jack leaned over to kiss him and started to speak. “ Master, I ...”
For the first time the Master did not like someone calling him that. It felt wrong. He was not Jack's Master, he was more than that. “My name is Koschei,” he stated softly, “call me that.”
Jack smiled and stroked his flanks. “Koschei,” he purred, trying it out. “Jack is not my original name,” he admitted.
“I know,” grinned Koschei, “but it's your name now, and that's what matters.”
* * * * *
All was not perfect however. Jack often fell into black moods, where he shut himself away and brooded, hugging the stasis capsule and talking to his baby. At these times his need for revenge resurfaced. He wanted to punish the Doctor for what he had done.
Koschei, as he had promised, researched into Jack's condition. He was torn between wanting to help Jack and knowing that, if he succeeded, they would lose the spectacular effects that the vortex brought to their sexual interactions. Plus, Jack would no longer have a lifespan that could match his own. Despite that, he did his utmost to find a solution. He spent hours in the TARDIS's extensive library, trying to find any mention of another case like Jack's. There was an entire history of Gallifrey in the library, but he found nothing. He also did various tests on Jack, trying to draw the vortex out. The TARDIS refused to assist him for some reason. After six months he had to admit that there was nothing that he could do.
* * * * *
Jack did not take the news of Koschei's failure to find a cure well. Koschei had explained to him that he was a fixed point in time and space, and would never stay dead. It was an endless curse. He would live to the end of the Universe.
“The Doctor did this to me,” he snarled. “He did this, and then ran away rather than face his guilt!”
Koschei wasn't so sure. He had no idea how the Doctor could have done such a thing. Running away was something he would have had no problem with, however.
Jack was still ranting. “He murdered our daughter because of it, and I will never forgive him for that!”
Jack approached Koschei, and lifted his hands to his temples. “Make love to me,” he pleaded. “Look at all the time lines. I need to know if he ever saved us. Does she ever live?”
Koschei had never tried to search for specific time lines before this, but he would give it his best shot. As he and Jack joined physically, and mentally, and soared through the time lines, he forced himself to ignore the pleasure in what they were doing and searched. There was the whole of time and space to search through, but he was a Time Lord and could zero in on the ones he was interested in. There were many strands branching off, but, as he sifted through them, it became clear that in most of them Jack was abandoned, and the baby died. In the others, Jack absorbed the power of the vortex, destroyed the Daleks, and burned. And he saw the events that led up to Jack becoming immortal.
* * * * * *
The discovery that Rose had made him immortal, and that, in all the time lines Koschei had found, the Doctor always saved Rose, but never saved him, was devastating. It put Jack into a major depression. After brooding in his room for three days, he emerged and announced. “I want to take her to him. I want to show the Doctor what he did. He deserves to meet the daughter he murdered.”
Next chapter here: http://ohinyan.livejournal.com/31341.html
Part: 5/6 + epilogue
Warnings: Mpreg. Dark and depressing. Character death and very disturbing scenes. May be triggering for anyone with issues relating to infants. No happy ending.
Rating: 18+
Genre: Angst, AU after Parting of The Ways
Spoilers: Parting of the Ways
Characters: Jack, Simm!Master, Doctor, Rose
Pairings: Jack/Simm!Master, Jack/Doctor (implied)
Summary: The Doctor has abandoned Jack on Satellite 5. This has consequences that he did not foresee. Major Jack angst. A dark fic.
Disclaimer: Not mine
AN: As usual, I'm sorry for being so slow, especially with A New Dawn. Despite my best intentions, I didn't get any writing done while I was on holiday. And since then I've had no time, until today, which I've managed to leave clear for writing. Hurray! So I've edited this chapter and now I'm off to start on the next chapter of A New Dawn.
Previous chapter here: http://ohinyan.livejournal.com/30550.html
Chapter 5
The Master chose option two. The human had transcended his species. He had even created a rift in spacetime; something the Master had eventually realised. With no Time Lords left, other than the Doctor, he was a worthy substitute. And Jack's hatred for the Doctor was not incompatible with the Master's own feelings.
There was the little matter of Jack's sanity, or lack thereof. But many people had thought the Master insane, so who was he to judge. And what was a little insanity between friends? It would be interesting, if not easy. After fifty years of aimless wandering, bringing down the odd planetary government, the Master was bored, and the drums in his head were getting louder. He needed something to drown them out. He had been on the point of launching a major 'enslaving planets' initiative, purely for the lack of anything better to do. Interesting would be good.
And, as for Jack's feelings on the matter, the Master was well aware that his main attraction for Jack was that he was not the Doctor. But he could work with that. The man was only too happy to engage in the physical aspect of a relationship. The rest would follow.
With option one, slavery, he could physically force sex, but there would be a loss of the mind-to-mind passion. No one being coerced could make that work. He could invade the human's mind, but would never regain what they had experienced previously.
Having made his decision, the Master threw himself wholeheartedly into making his new lover happy. And the first thing was to sort out the baby.
* * * * * *
A week later, the Master had talked Jack into visiting a stasis centre for the deceased. Together they had chosen a stasis capsule. It was white with gold filigree. The top was transparent, so the occupant could be seen. What they needed now was for Jack to decide about the baby's funeral.
There was no immediate hurry for that, now that they had the capsule, so the Master waited patiently for Jack to be ready. In the meantime, they visited various pleasure planets, indulging in all they had to offer.
Jack followed the Master's suggestions as to where they went, and what they did. He seemed to have lost the capacity to actively run his own life, after his experiences on the Satellite.
They shagged their way across ten galaxies, before the Master realised that he hadn't even thought of planetary domination since becoming Jack's lover. And the drums were muted in his head. The more often he was exposed to the vortex in Jack, the fainter they became.
On one night they lay together. The Master was more content than he had ever been. Jack leaned over to kiss him and started to speak. “ Master, I ...”
For the first time the Master did not like someone calling him that. It felt wrong. He was not Jack's Master, he was more than that. “My name is Koschei,” he stated softly, “call me that.”
Jack smiled and stroked his flanks. “Koschei,” he purred, trying it out. “Jack is not my original name,” he admitted.
“I know,” grinned Koschei, “but it's your name now, and that's what matters.”
* * * * *
All was not perfect however. Jack often fell into black moods, where he shut himself away and brooded, hugging the stasis capsule and talking to his baby. At these times his need for revenge resurfaced. He wanted to punish the Doctor for what he had done.
Koschei, as he had promised, researched into Jack's condition. He was torn between wanting to help Jack and knowing that, if he succeeded, they would lose the spectacular effects that the vortex brought to their sexual interactions. Plus, Jack would no longer have a lifespan that could match his own. Despite that, he did his utmost to find a solution. He spent hours in the TARDIS's extensive library, trying to find any mention of another case like Jack's. There was an entire history of Gallifrey in the library, but he found nothing. He also did various tests on Jack, trying to draw the vortex out. The TARDIS refused to assist him for some reason. After six months he had to admit that there was nothing that he could do.
* * * * *
Jack did not take the news of Koschei's failure to find a cure well. Koschei had explained to him that he was a fixed point in time and space, and would never stay dead. It was an endless curse. He would live to the end of the Universe.
“The Doctor did this to me,” he snarled. “He did this, and then ran away rather than face his guilt!”
Koschei wasn't so sure. He had no idea how the Doctor could have done such a thing. Running away was something he would have had no problem with, however.
Jack was still ranting. “He murdered our daughter because of it, and I will never forgive him for that!”
Jack approached Koschei, and lifted his hands to his temples. “Make love to me,” he pleaded. “Look at all the time lines. I need to know if he ever saved us. Does she ever live?”
Koschei had never tried to search for specific time lines before this, but he would give it his best shot. As he and Jack joined physically, and mentally, and soared through the time lines, he forced himself to ignore the pleasure in what they were doing and searched. There was the whole of time and space to search through, but he was a Time Lord and could zero in on the ones he was interested in. There were many strands branching off, but, as he sifted through them, it became clear that in most of them Jack was abandoned, and the baby died. In the others, Jack absorbed the power of the vortex, destroyed the Daleks, and burned. And he saw the events that led up to Jack becoming immortal.
* * * * * *
The discovery that Rose had made him immortal, and that, in all the time lines Koschei had found, the Doctor always saved Rose, but never saved him, was devastating. It put Jack into a major depression. After brooding in his room for three days, he emerged and announced. “I want to take her to him. I want to show the Doctor what he did. He deserves to meet the daughter he murdered.”
Next chapter here: http://ohinyan.livejournal.com/31341.html