Scifiangel Reborn 4/4 (Nine/Jack) [PG]

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Title: Reborn 4/4
Chapter: Salvation
Author: Scifiangel
Beta: The wonderful royalladyemma who makes my stories so much better.
Pairing: Nine/Jack
Genre: slash, romance, action/adventure, smut
Rating: Adult
Warnings and Spoilers: The whole first series of New Who to be safe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own our lovely boys. They belong to the BBC. I make no money from this, much to my sorrow. Full disclaimer under cut.

Summary: Can Jack save the Doctor?

Author’s Notes:

Please read chapter's One, Two, and Three first.

Reborn 1

Reborn 2

Reborn 3


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Salvation

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The Doctor awoke with a massive headache. He tried to bring his right hand to his head, but found it was restrained. He opened his eyes and examined his surroundings. The first thing he realized was that he was bare from the waist up. He seemed to be hanging from metal rods attached to the ceiling. His arms were spread out and his hands and upper arms were encased in some sort of black stretchy material, definitely not of Earth origin. His feet were similarly bound to the floor. The advanced restraints were in stark contrast to the ancient architecture of the room; it was rich with carved wood panelling.

He pulled experimentally at the restraints. They gave a little, but still held him firmly. He yanked harder, but with the same results. He put that aside for a while and scanned the room. It looked like someone's office or study. There was an old hand-carved mahogany desk in the centre of the room. Its surface was littered with papers and there were alien devices he couldn’t identify being used as paperweights.

The Doctor was trying to figure out what the objects might be or what race may have made them when a glimpse of blue caught his eye. There was a door slightly ajar behind the desk. He could just see his beautiful blue lady through the crack. Mentally the Doctor sent a message of concern to his ship. Her reassuring reply soothed his soul.

He was in deep communication with the TARDIS when he heard a door somewhere behind him open, and someone enter the room. The rest of the world would have seen a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a Nazi general, but the Doctor could see the true alien hidden under the shimmer. It appeared to be some form of reptilian life. Its body was covered with red scales, and he counted six fingers on each hand; each finger was tipped with thick, sharp claw.

The Doctor knew he hadn’t encountered the species before, so he studied it, absorbing as much information as he could, as quickly as he could. He watched as the ‘general’ walked over to the desk, grabbed one of the unidentified devices, and turned to face him. The Doctor was about to make a snide comment when the general spoke first.

"Good, you're awake." Without another word he pointed the device at the Doctor and pressed a button on the side.

Excruciating pain shot through the Doctor's body. Every nerve was on fire. It felt as though he had been dropped into boiling oil. He had never felt anything this painful. He tried to scream, but couldn't draw air into his lungs. His hearts were pounding in his chest, and his lungs cried out for oxygen, but it felt like a band of iron encircled his chest. Just as he thought he might pass out from the pain, it suddenly stopped. The Doctor's body slumped down in the restraints, pulling at the muscles in his arms. His head hang downward as he panted.

"I invented this little device myself. It targets all the pain receptors in your body and sends an electrical current through them." The General seemed to be quite proud of his invention. "It's very effective, don't you think?"

There was a lot the Doctor wanted to say, but he couldn't quite manage to speak just yet. His torturer merely laughed.

"That was a rhetorical question, of course." The General looked down at the display on the pain device as if he were analyzing a scientific experiment. "That was the lowest setting. It has five others, but I've found that if I use too high a setting or use it for too long the subject has a tendency to go insane… or die." The General spoke as though he were making casual dinner conversation as he looked up into the Doctor's eyes. "I can see that I shall have to be careful with you; I want you to last a long, long time." With that, he pointed the device at the Doctor and with an evil grin on his face, pressed the button again.

********

Jack was able to make the journey back to his ship undetected. As soon as he was sure he hadn't been followed he uncloaked it and ran inside to the console. First order of business was to run a scan for all life forms in the compound; he needed to know how many of the enemy he was dealing with. Fortunately it wasn't as many as he'd feared, but he worried there might be others out in the forest.

Next, he narrowed the scan to search for the Doctor's biologic signature, and found him easily. The Doctor's bio-readings showed distinct patterns of strain. Jack had seen readings like these before; they were a clear indication that the Doctor was being tortured.

"Well, that knocks out the stealth and careful planning option." Jack pulled out his blaster and patted it, his lips drawn back into a grim smirk. "It's going to have to be the direct approach."

********

This time when the pain stopped the Doctor collapsed; his legs no longer able to support him. The strain on his shoulders from his weight was uncomfortable, yet almost pleasant when compared to the pain that alien device inflicted. He was vaguely aware of the General walking over to the desk and sitting down. The Doctor was more concerned with trying to breath. It seemed that the device not only prohibited his lungs from working, but it interfered with his respiratory by-pass as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the General started in a voice that made it clear he wasn't sorry at all. "Where are my manners? We haven't been properly introduced." His voice was unctuous and oily; it reminded the Doctor of a used car salesman he’d once heard on an Earth television commercial. "I'm General Sietor of the Slaiton Empire. And you are?"

The Doctor just glared at him. He was sure that not only was the General perfectly aware of his identity, he was also aware of his inability to speak at the moment. The General's laughter confirmed it. The Doctor narrowed his eyes. He could detect a hint of insanity behind the alien’s laughter; only a madman would derive so much pleasure from the infliction of so much pain.

"I'm sure you're wondering why we are here and why I hate you." He practically spat out the word hate. "For that we need to start at the beginning." General Sietor put his booted feet up on the desk, leaned back in his chair, and began speaking as though the Doctor were a slow child.

"I'm the commander of a long range explorer ship, or at least I was until you nearly destroyed it." He grabbed the pain device off the desk and began flipping it over and over in his hand. "Our mission was to explore new galaxies; we were tasked with searching for advanced weaponry and energy sources that we could use as weaponry in order to expand our empire. We were just starting to explore this new galaxy when we detected an energy spike stronger than anything we'd ever encountered before.

"When we arrived at its point of origin, the spike appeared to be coming from an actual rip in the fabric of space itself. Our scientists had never seen anything like it. I decided to bring my ship closer in order to gain a sample of the energy that was pouring through the rip." The General swung his legs off of the desk and put his feet down with a stomp. He stared at the Doctor, ice cold hatred burning in his eyes. "That's when the next wave of energy blasted out of the rip. It slammed into my ship, crippling many of the systems and killing two-thirds of my crew, including…" Sietor pointed the pain device at the Doctor and pressed the button as he screamed his next words. "…My Son!"

The Doctor tried with all his might to concentrate on the General's words in order to distract his mind from the pain in his body and his mind as he realized he had more blood on his hands.

"Crippled as we were there was nothing we could do but ride the energy wave wherever it was going to take us. That's how we ended up here, trapped on this useless, primitive planet. We were barely able to land without crashing, but my ship had been damaged beyond repair." Mercifully Sietor turned off the device and set it on the desk.

"That's when we discovered that we had been thrown thousands of years into the past, before the Slaiton Empire had even formed."

The General stood up and walked over to the Doctor. Sietor grabbed his chin and forced the Doctor's head up so he could look directly into his eyes.

"We tracked your escape pod; it gives off the same energy readings that came out of the rip." He ran his eyes up and down the Doctor’s body, his face filled with revulsion. "Your own body is steeped with that energy, so I know you are the cause of all of this." Sietor slid his hand around to the back of the Doctor's head and gripped it tightly as he punched him hard in the gut. "And I will make you suffer for what you’ve done, for what you’ve cost me," the General whispered into the Doctor's ear.

********

Using his ship's remote control, Jack carefully placed the hover bombs, being sure they were nowhere near the Doctor's bio-signature. He didn't want to take any chance of injuring him. He also made sure they were all cloaked properly so they wouldn't be detected before he could set them off. Jack was sure the bombs would take care of most of the soldiers located in the woods and around the compound, but that still left a few outside the room where the Doctor was being held and the single hearted life sign inside the room. Jack was well aware that dealing with that last one was going to be tricky. He needed to neutralize him quickly, before he realised what was going on, or risk him killing the Doctor. The Captain made a solemn vow to not let that happen.

********

General Sietor sat at his desk, calmly cleaning the Doctor's blood from his hands with a flannel. The Time Lord was actually glad that Sietor had decided to get more personal, more hands-on, with his infliction of pain. A beating was far easier to endure than that pain device had been. At least he could breathe through this pain.

He hoped Jack would come for him soon, even though it would be better for the lad if he just got in his ship and left. Although from what the Doctor had seen of Jack's character, he doubted that would be the lad's course of action. He could only hope Jack didn't die trying to save him, not a second time. Watching him sacrifice himself once already was more than the Time Lord wanted on his deeply over-burdened conscience. For now, until a chance to escape or be rescued presented itself, all the Doctor could do was try to keep himself alive.

The sudden revelation that he actually wanted to live shocked him. He was pondering this new-found insight when multiple explosions going off almost simultaneously rocked the building. The General was knocked off his chair and onto the floor. The Doctor found himself sniggering at the sight of the man landing flat on his arse, legs in the air. Unable to reach his pain device, the alien general just glared daggers at him.

The noise of the explosions had barely begun to fade away when the sounds of a sonic blaster being fired could be heard outside the room. Before Sietor could get up off the floor, Jack burst into the room and fired a single shot, hitting the General in the leg.

"Doctor! Are you alright?" Jack asked not taking his gun off of Sietor. The genuine look of fear and concern Jack gave him told the Doctor more about how deeply the lad's feelings ran than if Jack had said them out loud. The Time Lord knew he must look in pretty bad shape at the moment. He could taste the blood running from his broken nose and could feel at least one cracked rib when he breathed. He knew there were cuts and bruises all over his torso from the general’s vicious beating.

"I'll be fine," the Doctor reassured the Captain.

"Release him now!" Jack shouted as he looked back at the General with disgust.

"Stay down!" he snarled when he saw the alien start to stand. "Just point."

Trying to staunch the flow of yellow blood from his leg wound, the man motioned towards the desk. "The blue button on the side of the controller," the General replied grudgingly.

The Doctor saw Jack begin to pick up the pain device and almost panicked. "No!” he exclaimed. "It's the other one, the long one, with the black handle." the Doctor informed Jack as he gathered his strength and stood up. Jack grabbed the controller off the desk and released the Doctor. Even as Jack freed the Time Lord, he never took his gun off of the General.

Nearly collapsing as the black restraints retracted from his arms and legs, the Time Lord managed to stagger the few steps to Jack's side. The Doctor could see hatred for the alien blazing in the Captain's eyes as well as the war of conscience going on in Jack's mind.

"Don't," the Doctor said when he saw Jack's finger twitch on the trigger of the blaster gun still pointed at the General's head.

"After what he did to you…" Jack tightened his grip on the gun. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a hole in his head." The Doctor gently put his hand on Jack's forearm and whispered softly in his ear.

"Because you're a better man than that." The Doctor put his arm across the top of Jack's shoulders and leaned on him as if needing help to support his weight, but it was as much to support Jack into making the right decision. He knew it had worked when he felt the tension in Jack's arm relax.

"We can't just let them roam the Earth. Official first contact isn't supposed to happen for another eighty years."

"No, you're right about that," the Doctor agreed. "I can take them all to some deserted planet where they can't cause any trouble, assuming of course that anyone survived." This last comment was more of a question as he looked at Jack.

"I don't know," the Captain answered truthfully, with a shake of his head. "I used concussion bombs. Unless someone was standing right under them when they went off, they shouldn't have been lethal, but I wasn't exactly checking pulses on my way in here."

"I'll not be your prisoner!" Sietor shouted as he pulled a hidden knife out of his boot. But instead of lunging at Jack as the Doctor thought he was going to do, the General slashed the blade deeply across his own throat. He was dead before either of the time travellers could react.

The Doctor just sighed and nodded his head sadly; he should have realised a warrior like Sietor would have an exit strategy. He should have anticipated the alien’s move, but he was just too worn out to even think about it. Jack slipped his arm around the Doctor's waist and took most of his weight.

"Help me to my ship," the Doctor whispered to his Captain. 'Wait… When did Jack become his Captain?' The Time Lord buried that thought deep in the recesses of his mind; right now he had to concentrate all his energies on healing himself.

Leaving the dead alien where he lay, they slowly made their way to the next room, where the TARDIS stood waiting patiently for her Time Lord. When they reached the door the Doctor realized he didn't have his key.

"You didn't by chance find a key in my old clothes, did you?" Before Jack could answer, both doors opened wide. "Thanks, old girl," the Doctor whispered as he brushed his hand affectionately across the threshold.

********

As Jack helped the Doctor through the door his jaw dropped and his mouth hung open at the sight of the ship's interior. Gone were the cathedral ceilings and the vast bookcases overflowing with books. The wooden floor had been replaced with metal grating and the red velvet wing-back chair was replaced by an old, stained, beat-up jump seat. The ship's interior worried Jack almost as much as his Doctor's condition worried him. 'Wait… When did I start thinking of him as his Doctor?' Jack had no idea how he should feel about that.

"Oh, my poor girl," the Doctor moaned as he rubbed his hand on a strut that looked like they were made of coral.

"What has happened to her?" Jack was quite confused as to how the ship could have changed so dramaticlly.

"Her injuries were so severe that she was forced to revert to her pubescent form in order to survive." The Doctor continued to stroke the strut, offering comfort, as he spoke. "This is a living ship. TARDIS are grown, not built." He gave the strut a final pat and turned to Jack. "I think I'd better get to the med-bay."

Jack tightened his grip on the Doctor's waist and helped walk him across the grating to a door that suddenly opened on the other side of the new console. He supported him as the Doctor sat down on the hospital bed that occupied one side of the room. Jack could tell the Doctor was in a tremendous amount of pain by the way he clenched his jaw and by how tightly he gripped Jack's shoulder.

"I think I should fix my ribs first," the Doctor hissed through gritted teeth. "Hand me the long, flat, grey instrument with the green handle on the counter."

"The one that looks like a cricket bat?" Jack asked in a teasing voice.

"Hey, I use to be pretty good at cricket," the Doctor tried to laugh, but instantly discovered that it was too painful. Jack pretended not to notice, and handed him the instrument. The Doctor pressed a button on the side and it began to hum. He waved it slowly over his ribs several times. Jack could tell it was working by the way the Doctor was already breathing deeper and his muscles were relaxing.

"Is that some form of bone knitter?" Jack asked as his friend finished his ribs.

"Yep," the Doctor answered as he tried to bring the device up to his face. Jack could see how tired the Doctor was and how his hand shook as he tries to control the instrument. Rather than let him accidentally hit himself in the face with it, Jack took the device from him, gently cupped his hand around the back of the Doctor’s head to hold him still, and then proceeded to wave the instrument across his friend's face. Jack stared in fascination as the Doctor's nose straightened out.

"I thought noses were made mostly of cartilage, not bone?" Jack said as more of a question than a statement.

"They are." The Doctor smiled up into Jack's blue eyes. "In humans at least." Jack smiled back then grew serious.

"John… I mean Doctor?" Jack blushed a little at his faux passé.

"It's alright. You can call me anything you want." Jack couldn't be sure, but the Doctor's smile looked a little flirty to him. "Hand me the blue one on the right." Jack reached over and took the instrument and handed it to the Doctor, all the while gathering his nerve to ask his next question.

"Doctor, when you're ready to leave," Jack fiddled with the edge of the medical bed and then swallowed hard before he continued. "Can I come with you?"

"Why? You already have a time ship." The Doctor looked down at his chest as he passed what must have been a dermal regenerator over his cuts and bruises making them disappear. "You don't need me."

"Here, give me that." Jack took the instrument from the Time Lord’s hand. "You missed a few on your sides, and one on your neck."

"Thanks." The Doctor sat quietly, unobtrusively studying the man before him.

"You're wrong, I do need you," Jack said with such conviction that the mad alien he had fallen for looked up into his eyes. "Because…” Jack stumbled for a split second and then the words rushed out of him. “Because, I think sometimes I need someone to stop me."

The Doctor didn't say anything; he just leaned back on the bed and put his hand against the wall as he closed his eyes. After a moment he opened his eyes and smiled broadly at Jack. "She said that there's a cargo bay she can make big enough for your ship."

Jack just stared for a moment. “Huh?” and then his brain caught up with his mouth, leaving him grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, come on then, Captain," the Doctor said as he stood up and walked out of the room. "We'll need to find you a room." Realising he wasn’t being followed, the Doctor leaned back into the med-bay and stared pointedly at Jack. "Well, are you coming?"

"Not yet," Jack quipped as he walked swiftly to the door. "But maybe you can help me with that later."

"There's a time and place, Captain," the Doctor sighed with exasperation.

"So is that your place or mine?"

The Doctor rolled his eyes, sighed louder, and walked faster. "I’m so gonna regret this," he muttered under his breath.

********

Jack spent his first week on board the TARDIS helping the Doctor settle the Slaiton survivors on an inhabitable, but deserted planet. The remaining soldiers had been quick to understand how lucky they were to still be alive; without the over-powering influence of Sietor, they were easily controlled and offered little resistance.

Earlier, Jack had confirmed the Doctor's knowledge that in two hundred years the destination planet would be destroyed by a meteor collision. A little research in the TARDIS’ vast data banks revealed that as a race, the Slaitons natural life span was roughly ninety years. As there were no females among the survivors they wouldn't be able to breed and thus affect the timelines.

He spent the next two weeks helping the TARDIS repair herself. Jack was continually amazed by how truly unique and beautiful a creature the ship was, and he looked forward to the time he would spend with her.

Jack learned a lot about the Doctor during that time. He found out what a Time Lord was, and he discovered that the Doctor wasn't from this universe. That had been a real shocker. He also found out who Romana and Susan had been. Jack found that he could sympathize with the other man quite easily; he too had once lost a child of his own.

The more he learned about the Doctor the more the Captain fell in love with him. Flirty looks and naughty innuendos were a daily occurrence, but nothing ever seemed to come of it.

Whenever the atmosphere between them grew too tense, the Doctor would change the subject or make an excuse to leave the room. Jack didn't know how much more he could take. He feared that if he confronted the issue head-on, the Doctor might ask him to leave. But if he wanted to be with the Time Lord he knew he would have to take that risk.

********

"You don't know what you're asking." The Doctor stared sadly into his eyes after Jack had made very clear exactly what he was asking.

"Please," Jack stroked his hand across the Doctor's cheek and down his neck. "I think you need this as much as I do."

"Jack, if I lose control..." the Doctor shivered at Jack's touch. "...I could really hurt you."

"Sometimes pain can be good." Jack gave him a half-grin. "Pain and I are old friends. I don't fear pain." He continued to stroke the Doctor's body, down his chest and across his belly, where he felt hard muscles tremble beneath his fingertips. His hand ended its journey by stroking the length of the Time Lord’s jean-clad, rock-hard cock. "It's the loneliness I fear."

With only a deep growl as warning, the Doctor pushed Jack up against the nearest coral strut and covered his mouth in a bruising kiss. The Doctor's right hand threaded through the Captain's hair gripping his head while his left arm wrapped around Jack's lower waist, pulling his hips against the Time Lord's. Jack could feel the Doctor's cock pressing into his thigh, and that turned him on even more. He shivered at the knowledge that he was the cause of his powerful soon-to-be lover's arousal.

Clothes littered the floor as they rushed to feel skin-on-skin contact. Jack grabbed the tube of lube out of his trousers pocket before stepping out of them and kicking them away. Jack looked up into the eyes of the manic alien he had fallen so hard for. The Doctor's eyes were almost black with desire as he looked back at him, but Jack saw that there was also fear lurking behind the lust.

Jack slipped the lube into the Doctor's hand and quickly turned around in his lover's embrace. Jack reasoned if the Time Lord didn't have to look at him maybe he would feel more at ease. Using fingers slippery with nervous sweat, he gripped the strut tightly. 'Gods, you’d think I was a virgin!' he thought to himself.

The Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack from behind and pulled him close, inhaling deeply. "You have no idea what your pheromones have been doing to me," the Doctor whispered into Jack's ear. "I’ve been going out of my mind for weeks now," he confided, and then he began to lick his way down the Captain's neck.

Once again, Jack grabbed onto the coral strut in front of him and held on as he felt two cool, lubed fingers enter his body, stretching him. The Doctor's tongue continued to map out his neck and shoulders as if it were tasting the sweetest of candy. Jack was afraid he would come just from this.

"Be very sure, Captain," the Doctor growled as he pulled his fingers out and placed his hard member at Jack's opening. "I may not be able to stop myself."

"Yes," Jack begged. "Oh, please yes."

With one deep, forceful thrust the Doctor filled him completely and they both screamed out their pleasure.

"So long," the Time Lord whispered. "It's been so long." Jack's new lover slid his hands around him pulling him closer and thrusting deeper. He was in ecstasy.

The Doctor set a fierce pace with hard fast strokes. Suddenly his grip grew tight. "I can't..." The Doctor panted as his thrusts slowed and Jack could feel his lover's whole body tense. "I need..." the Doctor's words were a desperate whisper.

"Whatever it is, it's alright," Jack reassured him. "Tell me."

The Doctor stopped moving and laid his head on Jack's shoulder, turning away from him, as if in defeat.

Jack thought back to the memories he had seen in the Doctor's mind. He remembered the psychic cries as billions of minds suddenly died, and then the deafening silence that followed. The Doctor's own words came back to him. "I would have felt it up here. Feels like there's no one."

Now Jack understood what the Doctor needed. He reached down and brought his lover's hands from his chest up to his temples.

"It's alright; I trust you," Jack said with unwavering conviction. "My mind is yours." He heard the man’s breath hitch in his throat, and Jack squeezed his hands before letting go.

This time when Jack's mind was flooded with the Doctor's consciousness it wasn't death he saw, but himself. He saw Captain Jack Harkness the way the Doctor perceived him, and the images moved him to tears.

He saw a selfless man who rushed into a fire, risking his life to save a total stranger. He saw a compassionate caregiver doing all he could to save a difficult patient. He saw a brave and noble hero who was willing to die to save an unworthy coward. He experienced the open admiration, deep respect, and reluctant love the Doctor felt for him and it left him shaken.

Drawing on his Time Agency psychic training, Jack opened his mind as much as he could and tried to send back how deeply he felt about the Doctor. It must have worked as his lover shivered and began to thrust hard and fast into him again.

The Doctor's whole body began to tremble and Jack felt his lover's intense orgasmic pleasure flood his mind as it filled his body, sending him over the edge himself. Jack came harder than he'd ever remembered; his body shooting out thick ribbons of white that clung to the coral strut in front of him.

Jack was glad the Doctor's arms were wrapped around him or he would have collapsed to the floor. Jack knew from their continued psychic link that the Doctor was just as glad he had Jack to lean on; there was no way his legs alone could have held him upright.

********

Many happy hours later, Jack awoke with a start to find himself lying in a strange bed. He sat up and looked around at the unfamiliar Spartan furnishings. Suddenly, his mind over-flowed with memories of what had happened the night before. "Oh yeah!"

"It's about time," the Doctor said smiling from the doorway. "You humans would sleep your lives away. Come on, Captain, get moving. There are things to do, places to go." The mad alien turned to leave. "And your tea is getting cold."

Jack knew he was going to love this new life – and this new Doctor – of his, and he grinned from ear to ear.

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