Fic: Fractured Reality 11/?
Title: Fractured Reality 11/?
Characters: Ten, Martha, Jack, Rose
Summary: The Doctor and Martha go to the year 4007 and get ambushed. Or do they? What is real, what isn't? Is there anyway to tell.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own them all, but only in Pete's World, sadly in this universe they belong to RTD and the BBC
A/N: This is mainly Ten, Martha and Jack, however Rose does feature, although not the first few chapters so bear with me...
Chapter 11
Martha and Jack entered the hub and went straight to Gwen and Ianto.
“Report” Jack asked, throwing his coat at Ianto who caught it deftly and folded it in his arms.
Gwen shook her head and turned back to her workstation, she tapped a few commands on the keyboard and brought up a status report on her scans.
“Nothing Jack, at least nothing in the Greater London area. I’m extending the search by a radius of one hundred miles, I’ll keep going until I find something.”
Jack turned away without another word. Martha noticed how easily he slipped into being in control in the hub; vastly different to the Jack Harkness she had got to know on the TARDIS. There he seemed quite willing to defer to the Doctor, almost as though he relished having someone else take responsibility.
He strode over to Tosh, Martha taking two steps to his to keep up. Immediately Tosh gave him and update;
“Its like nothing I have ever seen before Jack. I’ve tried every decryption sequence that I know of and I still can’t get it. The thing is most our decryption programmes are, at their most basic level, based on binary code, the TARDIS databanks aren’t. I’m working on a couple of decryption sequences based on variable-length entropy encoding and Huffman code but its going to take some time to adapt and apply them and even then I don’t know if they will let me in.”
Jack sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “OK Tosh, keep at it. Let me know the instant you get in.” He looked over towards the medical labs, “OWEN!” he shouted, “You’re with me” when Owen came bounding up the steps. Jack turned and went towards his office, first gesturing to Ianto to being coffee. Martha and Owen dropped in line behind him and made their way up.
Jack settled himself behind his desk and opened the file on front of him. He gestured to Owen and Martha to sit down as Ianto entered with a tray holding three cups and a coffee pot. He set them down in front of Jack, Martha and Owen and filled the cups with the steaming coffee.
“Will there be anything else Sir” Ianto asked, formal as ever.
“Yes” said Jack, picking up a cup and bringing it to his nose, inhaling deeply. “We were followed, someone either knew that Martha made the call to me or they were watching her, probably both. They had a SUV, standard Torchwood issue by the looks of it. Look into it.” Ianto nodded and left the office closing the door behind him.
When Ianto had gone, Jack turned to Owen, his face a mask of seriousness again. “Did you get the med bay ready like I asked?”
“Yeah” he looked towards Martha and for once Martha thought that she saw a spark of empathy in Owen’s eyes. “Are you OK? I am presuming that Jack needs me to examine you.”
Martha nodded, then bit her lip slightly before sighing. “I’m not sure what happened Owen, I’ve lost around two weeks of my life, the last thing I remember was being out with my sister, and that was a few days before I had planned to take leave from here. I can’t remember anything after that, only waking up in my flat this morning.”
Immediately Owen was all professionalism. His medical skills, so like Martha’s came to the fore. “Well for now we need bloods and a pelvic, sorry Martha. Do you want Gwen to come down to the med bay with us?”
Martha shook her head, and then she looked at Jack, “No, its ok, she’s busy with the scans anyway. But I’d kind of like you to be there Jack, if you don’t mind.”
Jack raised his eyebrows surprised at Martha’s request. Yes they had shared a lot more than the other team members but he didn’t expect Martha to want him there at such an intimate exam. “Of course, if that is what you want. Are you sure you don’t want Gwen or Tosh though?”
“No, I’d rather you were there Jack, that’s if you have time.”
Jack smiled, “Of course I’ve got time. Come on, lets get this done then we start finding the Doctor.”
Martha lay on the examination table, legs in stirrups and eyes cast to the ceiling. Lie back and think of England, what a laugh, she thought to herself. She winced slightly as Owen inserted a swab. Jack was sat at the foot of the table, his face a mask of seriousness, thankfully Owen’s was too. Ironically Martha considered all the times that Owen had tried to flirt with her, including several innuendo loaded quotes about ‘playing doctors’. Yet here he was all professionalism, the mark of a good doctor.
Owen pulled off the latex gloves and threw them into the disposal unit. “All done. There is no sign of trauma, no contusions, no bruising, and no sign of recent penetration. I’ve taken swabs just to make sure, but I’d stake my reputation on saying that you’ve not been sexually assaulted”
Martha took her legs out of the stirrups and sat up. She sighed and looked at Jack who squeezed her shoulders, silently acknowledging how difficult she must have found it. Even in the clinical environment of the hub medical bay, having one of her colleagues, fair enough a fellow member of the medical profession, examine her in such an intimate manner had been an ordeal.
“I need some bloods; I need to test for benzodiazepines, hypnotics, anaesthetics etc, and anything else that might be lurking in your system.” Owen said as he pulled a trolley containing vacutainers, tourniquets and cotton wool swabs. He swiftly took the bloods then labelled them up for the various tests he needed to conduct.
“The results will take a few hours; I need to process the x-rays I took of your chest as well. You can help if you want.”
Martha looked drained, “do you mind if I don’t? I could do with a shower and something to eat to be honest.”
“No problem, I’ll bring the results up to you and Jack as soon as I have them.”
Jack and Martha made their way back up to office in silence, both of them deep within their respective thoughts about what had happened. Jack had his suspicions, but at this point he wasn’t elaborating. Martha realised how tired she was and stifled a yawn, whatever drugs were circulating her system were still having an effect. The events of the last six hours were taking their toll and she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.
Jack must have read her mind, as when they got into his office he suggested that she use his shower and then his bunk to take a nap. He hugged her and Martha thought how different Jack was within the hub, compared to how he was with the Doctor. In hugging her he seemed like the Jack Harkness she had first got to know in the TARDIS; solid, reliable, comforting, fun and a bit of a flirt, but here in Torchwood he was completely different, almost like a father figure to his team, keeping them together and focussed on the job in hand.
She showered and changed her clothes then made her way to Jack’s bunk. She hadn’t been in there before and at first she had been astonished to learn that Jack actually lived in the hub. His bunk was basic to say the least, just a small metal bed covered in white cotton sheets and militarily issue grey wool blankets. It was immaculately tidy, not a thing out of place. There were a few photographs on the wall, most of people she didn’t know. Though there was one of the TARDIS with two people standing in front of it, one of whom she presumed was Rose, the other she didn’t know. It was a man in his early forties with short cropped hair and wearing an old leather jacket. Martha wondered if he was someone who had travelled in the TARDIS with them.
But apart from that there was nothing, no personal items, no history at all. It was as though Jack had gone through the last one hundred and fifty years leaving no trace of his existence. She wondered how long he had lived here at the hub, a very lonely life.
She climbed into bed and pulled the covers around her, laying back. Her mind was full of questions and worries. She was relieved to know that she hadn’t been assaulted but not knowing what had happened to her was just as bad. That the Doctor was still missing, separated from the TARDIS, kept running around her head and she tried to reassure herself that Jack and the team would find him. Eventually her eyes grew heavy and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Characters: Ten, Martha, Jack, Rose
Summary: The Doctor and Martha go to the year 4007 and get ambushed. Or do they? What is real, what isn't? Is there anyway to tell.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own them all, but only in Pete's World, sadly in this universe they belong to RTD and the BBC
A/N: This is mainly Ten, Martha and Jack, however Rose does feature, although not the first few chapters so bear with me...
Chapter 11
Martha and Jack entered the hub and went straight to Gwen and Ianto.
“Report” Jack asked, throwing his coat at Ianto who caught it deftly and folded it in his arms.
Gwen shook her head and turned back to her workstation, she tapped a few commands on the keyboard and brought up a status report on her scans.
“Nothing Jack, at least nothing in the Greater London area. I’m extending the search by a radius of one hundred miles, I’ll keep going until I find something.”
Jack turned away without another word. Martha noticed how easily he slipped into being in control in the hub; vastly different to the Jack Harkness she had got to know on the TARDIS. There he seemed quite willing to defer to the Doctor, almost as though he relished having someone else take responsibility.
He strode over to Tosh, Martha taking two steps to his to keep up. Immediately Tosh gave him and update;
“Its like nothing I have ever seen before Jack. I’ve tried every decryption sequence that I know of and I still can’t get it. The thing is most our decryption programmes are, at their most basic level, based on binary code, the TARDIS databanks aren’t. I’m working on a couple of decryption sequences based on variable-length entropy encoding and Huffman code but its going to take some time to adapt and apply them and even then I don’t know if they will let me in.”
Jack sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “OK Tosh, keep at it. Let me know the instant you get in.” He looked over towards the medical labs, “OWEN!” he shouted, “You’re with me” when Owen came bounding up the steps. Jack turned and went towards his office, first gesturing to Ianto to being coffee. Martha and Owen dropped in line behind him and made their way up.
Jack settled himself behind his desk and opened the file on front of him. He gestured to Owen and Martha to sit down as Ianto entered with a tray holding three cups and a coffee pot. He set them down in front of Jack, Martha and Owen and filled the cups with the steaming coffee.
“Will there be anything else Sir” Ianto asked, formal as ever.
“Yes” said Jack, picking up a cup and bringing it to his nose, inhaling deeply. “We were followed, someone either knew that Martha made the call to me or they were watching her, probably both. They had a SUV, standard Torchwood issue by the looks of it. Look into it.” Ianto nodded and left the office closing the door behind him.
When Ianto had gone, Jack turned to Owen, his face a mask of seriousness again. “Did you get the med bay ready like I asked?”
“Yeah” he looked towards Martha and for once Martha thought that she saw a spark of empathy in Owen’s eyes. “Are you OK? I am presuming that Jack needs me to examine you.”
Martha nodded, then bit her lip slightly before sighing. “I’m not sure what happened Owen, I’ve lost around two weeks of my life, the last thing I remember was being out with my sister, and that was a few days before I had planned to take leave from here. I can’t remember anything after that, only waking up in my flat this morning.”
Immediately Owen was all professionalism. His medical skills, so like Martha’s came to the fore. “Well for now we need bloods and a pelvic, sorry Martha. Do you want Gwen to come down to the med bay with us?”
Martha shook her head, and then she looked at Jack, “No, its ok, she’s busy with the scans anyway. But I’d kind of like you to be there Jack, if you don’t mind.”
Jack raised his eyebrows surprised at Martha’s request. Yes they had shared a lot more than the other team members but he didn’t expect Martha to want him there at such an intimate exam. “Of course, if that is what you want. Are you sure you don’t want Gwen or Tosh though?”
“No, I’d rather you were there Jack, that’s if you have time.”
Jack smiled, “Of course I’ve got time. Come on, lets get this done then we start finding the Doctor.”
Martha lay on the examination table, legs in stirrups and eyes cast to the ceiling. Lie back and think of England, what a laugh, she thought to herself. She winced slightly as Owen inserted a swab. Jack was sat at the foot of the table, his face a mask of seriousness, thankfully Owen’s was too. Ironically Martha considered all the times that Owen had tried to flirt with her, including several innuendo loaded quotes about ‘playing doctors’. Yet here he was all professionalism, the mark of a good doctor.
Owen pulled off the latex gloves and threw them into the disposal unit. “All done. There is no sign of trauma, no contusions, no bruising, and no sign of recent penetration. I’ve taken swabs just to make sure, but I’d stake my reputation on saying that you’ve not been sexually assaulted”
Martha took her legs out of the stirrups and sat up. She sighed and looked at Jack who squeezed her shoulders, silently acknowledging how difficult she must have found it. Even in the clinical environment of the hub medical bay, having one of her colleagues, fair enough a fellow member of the medical profession, examine her in such an intimate manner had been an ordeal.
“I need some bloods; I need to test for benzodiazepines, hypnotics, anaesthetics etc, and anything else that might be lurking in your system.” Owen said as he pulled a trolley containing vacutainers, tourniquets and cotton wool swabs. He swiftly took the bloods then labelled them up for the various tests he needed to conduct.
“The results will take a few hours; I need to process the x-rays I took of your chest as well. You can help if you want.”
Martha looked drained, “do you mind if I don’t? I could do with a shower and something to eat to be honest.”
“No problem, I’ll bring the results up to you and Jack as soon as I have them.”
Jack and Martha made their way back up to office in silence, both of them deep within their respective thoughts about what had happened. Jack had his suspicions, but at this point he wasn’t elaborating. Martha realised how tired she was and stifled a yawn, whatever drugs were circulating her system were still having an effect. The events of the last six hours were taking their toll and she wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.
Jack must have read her mind, as when they got into his office he suggested that she use his shower and then his bunk to take a nap. He hugged her and Martha thought how different Jack was within the hub, compared to how he was with the Doctor. In hugging her he seemed like the Jack Harkness she had first got to know in the TARDIS; solid, reliable, comforting, fun and a bit of a flirt, but here in Torchwood he was completely different, almost like a father figure to his team, keeping them together and focussed on the job in hand.
She showered and changed her clothes then made her way to Jack’s bunk. She hadn’t been in there before and at first she had been astonished to learn that Jack actually lived in the hub. His bunk was basic to say the least, just a small metal bed covered in white cotton sheets and militarily issue grey wool blankets. It was immaculately tidy, not a thing out of place. There were a few photographs on the wall, most of people she didn’t know. Though there was one of the TARDIS with two people standing in front of it, one of whom she presumed was Rose, the other she didn’t know. It was a man in his early forties with short cropped hair and wearing an old leather jacket. Martha wondered if he was someone who had travelled in the TARDIS with them.
But apart from that there was nothing, no personal items, no history at all. It was as though Jack had gone through the last one hundred and fifty years leaving no trace of his existence. She wondered how long he had lived here at the hub, a very lonely life.
She climbed into bed and pulled the covers around her, laying back. Her mind was full of questions and worries. She was relieved to know that she hadn’t been assaulted but not knowing what had happened to her was just as bad. That the Doctor was still missing, separated from the TARDIS, kept running around her head and she tried to reassure herself that Jack and the team would find him. Eventually her eyes grew heavy and she fell into a dreamless sleep.