Title: Insanity Fare
By: ebonyjet
Pairing: gen, with minor Master/Lucy
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This to me clears up a few of the tiny plot holes that got to me in the last two episods of Doctor Who. "The Sound of Drums" and "Last of the Time Lords". I'm sorry to all these who love Ianto.... I love him too but some times... you know what just read it please. Thanks to my beta bonzodog.
Warning: This is really quite grafic with the torture.
Summary: How does Jack know what the silver killer balls really are? What happened to the Torchwood team in that time and how do you torture an immortal?

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"Hello freak!"
A bright and cheerful voice woke the dark haired man, and he opened his light blue eyes. A man with short light brown hair and sparkling brown eyes that glittered with white hot malice came bounding merrily over to him.
"I said, hello Jack!" He growled happily, but the other man just looked at his feet.
"When your Lord and Master says hello, Captain, you answer him and kneel!" He paused, eyeing the blue shirted American before beaming.
"Oh yeah, silly me. You can't, can you?" The Master laughed a cold, cruel laugh that almost made the other man shiver, but Jack wasn't willing to give the Master the satisfaction of any kind of reaction.
"Oh Jack." The time lord said with a sigh, nodding to Lattisha Jones, who had been shoved and locked into the large room with the Master, Jack and two black clad bodyguards. She walked slowly towards the Master, looking up apologetically at Jack and unfurling a long, thick leather whip as she approached.
"I've told you before, freak! I will find a way to hurt you."
The American raised his chiselled jaw defiantly, staring down at the newly regenerated time lord. It didn't matter that both his wrists were red raw, bleeding and chained to opposite walls. Or that all he'd had to eat in the nine months he'd been there was cold mashed swede. It didn't even matter that he'd been kicked, beaten, stabbed and killed more times than he cared to remember. The Doctor was still alive, and from what Jack heard Martha was causing big problems for the Master: he'd heard that the man himself was planning a public television broadcast.
"Do your worst." Jack smiled. "No matter what you do, you can't kill me.You barely even hurt me any more."
The Master pulled a red lighter out of his pocket and flicked it continually.
"Is that so? Jack, close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Come on! Come on!" He waved a hand encouragingly. "Come on! It won't work unless you have them shut." Jack sighed, closing his eyes, deciding he may as well just do as he was told, purely because he really wasn't in the mood to have his eye safety pinned shut for the second time in two days.
"Now picture this. You're not here. Not chained here. You're with that team of yours, on that little goose chase I sent them on to the Himalayas. You're trudging though snow and ice, but laughing and throwing snow balls at each other. Unaware of what lurks just above the clouds. But wait. Was that a silver ball that just flew across the sun, casting a shadow on your face? Look at Gwen, Toshiko and Owen. They're all ok. But now look to the little Welsh boy.
“Something just hit him in the stomach, and he stumbled backwards and tripped. Oh no!" The Master said in an offhand, sing song voice. "Too late! He's fallen over the rocks. Oh go on then. Try and save him if you must. Get down on your chest and lean over the edge and reach out to him. Can you see him? Look!"
For a moment, it looked to the Master as if Jack was going to open his eyes. Before he had a chance, the Time Lord used some of his hypnotic powers to force more vivid images deeper into the other mans mind.
"Look! The poor boy, barely more then a child. He trusted you. He loved you, but you can't reach his outstretched hands. He disappears out of sight. Suddenly!" Their was a horrible cracking noise, and a loud, horribly familiar male voice screamed.
"Oh bless him, poor boy. Sorry Jack. Looks like coffee's off the menu." The Master loosened and eventually released his mental hold on Jack and the American opened his eyes.
The Master was stood in front of him, with a wicked smile plastered across his sadistic features,
"Well Captain Jack Harkness, here we go. Behold your downfall!" The now low tone in the Time Lords voice was the worst part of all of this horrific mess, but at he stepped aside and opened his arms in a ta-da! motion, revealing a tightly restrained man. Jack's heart sank.
A tall, dark haired man stood with his back to the American. A long dark slash ran right across both of the mans' shoulders, and thick red blood oozed from the wound and soaked into his ripped shirt. The man was supported by two bodyguards, who each had hold of one of the injured mans semi muscular arms. Tish stood just in front of the men, holding the now wet whip loosely at her side. She was sobbing, and if Jack's lip reading skills were as good as they used to be, repeatedly whispering the words “I'm sorry."

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The Master beamed, running quickly around the group until he stood smiling widely, and facing both the injured man and American at the same time.
"Look at what I found, freak! It's another Jones! Guess which one." He nodded to a security camera, and suddenly loud music blared from the speakers that were situated all around the stone walls.
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really wanna make me cry?
Precious kisses, words that burn me,
Lovers never ask you why!
As the Time Lord sang along to the tune, he pushed the white hot tip of his bright red disposable lighter into Ianto's cheek bone, holding it there until he was sure it had created a blister.
"Look, I gave him a smiley face!" He announced happily, "And if he's smiling then he's having fun. I think he likes me!" The Master flicked the lighter again, making Ianto flinch, but still he didn't speak
All Jack wanted to do was hear those beautiful Welsh vowels he hadn't heard in six months but it seemed Ianto had different plans. "And if he likes it... I should do it again!" The Master pouted childishly. "Aren't you going to thank your lord and Master for making this little boy so happy? Come on freak!"
The dark haired man waved the flame past Ianto's face, singeing his ungelled quiff, and filling the air with a smell not dissimilar to burnt toast. "We're waiting."

"I told you, Yarna." Jack refused to call the time lord the Master, because to him it was like admitting the man had some form of power over him, and he really didn't. "You can't hurt me."
That got a less then good reaction for the Master. His face grew even more angry and cold, as he violently spun the young Welshman to face Jack.
"Tish." He said nodding once again in Ianto's direction. The dark skinned women, who was still stood in front of Ianto, screwed her eyes tightly shut and raised the whip to strike again, but the Master grabbed her chin in a vice like grip, making the girl open her eyes. "Watch!"
"Please, don't make me..." Tish began, before the man tightened his grip on her jaw, making it crack painfully as he turned her face back to look at Ianto, who now had an oddly shaped blister bubbling under the surface of his right cheek bone. The young man hadn't taken his eyes off his bosses angered face, and still didn't. Not even when the sharp leather snapped across his chest ripping through the white cotton of his long sleeved shirt, while his own blood spattered across his face as the whip bite into his pale flesh.
Ianto's face fell and he let out a quiet but high pitched whimper, before taking a deep breath and regaining what was left of his shattered composure. His eye's watered uncontrollably as he mentally screamed the entire sky ship out of the air.
"Oh, poor little boy lost." The Master said again, "Poor little lost child. Ianto, tell me. What does the muscular Captain Jack do for you that means you cant take your eyes off of him?"
Ianto didn't reply. He just kept staring at Jack, his eyes begging Jack to stop him from crying out in pain, his breath came in short sharp breaths where the whip had knocked the air from his lungs. The Welsh boy ignored his own pain, well as much as it was humanly possible, concentrating only on Jack's anguished face, and thinking about how poor Tish must of be feeling about what she'd just been made to do.
"Freak, does your pet talk or is the boy another..." He laughed, "Well, when and if I find a label for you I'll finish that sentence later. So anyway! Who's my good little girl?" The Master cooed as a tall slim blond women wearing a slinky dark purple halter neck dress that ended at the knee sailed into the room.

***

Lucy walked slowly over to her husband, and wrapped one of her slim arms around his waist. "Oh, sorry." The man laughed. "Not you, faithful companion. I meant the Jones girl. Tish, come here.….come to your Master."
The dark skinned female tentatively left Ianto's slightly shaking side, wiping the tears from her cheeks as the Master untangled himself from Lucy's arms and stepped forwards, folding Tish into his warm embrace and kissing the top of her head. "And I didn't even need to electrocute you." Jack noticed a thick black collar around the girls neck, and at once recognised it to be a shock collar that legally wasn't even allowed to be used on vicious dogs.
"Don't cry Tish. I'm here, it's all ok." The time lord soothed, gently stroking the back of the girls hair as he closed his eyes, concentrating only on the thump, thump, thump of the young woman's heart against his two. Timing the three different beats to thump with the distant drum beat that plagued his mind.
"Jack."
A croaky voice said in a loud whisper. "He's afraid of you Jack."
Those were the first words to come from Ianto's mouth, making Jack frown in confusion. The Master violently shoved Latisha away from him and marched forwards so he was standing in front of Ianto. "Boy's clever Jack. He's very cleaver. The little boy with the innocent eyes. He's so very very clever... but not clever enough." The Masters voice was low and soft as he moved from side to side, gazing into each of the Welshman's ice blue eyes separately.
"Unfortunately, Mr Jones, I warned you not to speak to the freak…………. I told you what would happen child." He smiled, turning to one of the body guards. "Put two more staples in his tongue." Ianto's eyes widened in horror, and for the first time he struggled against the massive guards that held him still.
Jack stepped as close to the Master as he could, considering he was still shackled to the walls, and raised an eyebrow. "Your scared of me?" The Time Lord shot Ianto an anger filled glare, but when he looked back at the American his expression was plain. As if he was actually about to tell the truth without the mask of anger and hatred he usually wore. "Terrified. Why do you think I've chained you up down here? You shouldn't exist. I can feel it. So can the Doctor, but he would never tell you. Too emotional to truly be a god."
"You're wrong. He did tell me. Apparently it's hard for him to just look at me. I'm a fact, but here you are. Staring right at me. Which begins the questions. Why? Or how? And you're not a god Yana. You're not a god." Jack answered.

"Gods create things. I created the Toclafane, that makes me a god. Isn't that right, faithful companion?" Lucy stepped forwards, and started talking.
"The end of the universe, it was all dead. All of it dieing. Civilisations crumbling, and I thought..." The Master rolled his dark eyes at Jack, before turning abruptly to the blond girl, smiling sweetly at her before throwing a powerful back hand into the left side of her face. It left a red mark where his ring had been.
Ianto struggled even harder against the guard that held him, as his view of Jack was obscured by the other guard that had been holding him. Two loud clicks sounded, as two small metal staples from a house hold stapler clamped around his tongue. They forced themselves into his flesh to join the six that already resided there. Ianto grunted in pain and pulled his tongue back in to the softness of his closed mouth.
Lucy left out a soft, pathetic whimper as the Master raised his hand again. This time, though, it was only to straighten his tie. "You speak when spoken to! Now be a good girl, and take Tish to get cleaned up. The men are talking now."
The guard that now held Ianto's elbows behind his back, shoved the Welshman forwards, until he was about four meters from Jack and stood next to the man who had caused all this. The guard checked all the zip ties holding Ianto's wrists and arms, and that the rope around his torso was tight enough. Then he brought the unfortunate Welshman to his knees with a sickly crunch and a grunt, by booting him in the back of the leg. Everything hurt. His back, chest, knees and even his tongue. It was taking everything he had to stop violent screams that threatened to overwhelm him erupting out of his mouth.
"Out!" The Master told both of the bodyguards. "NOW!"

***

“If you're so scared of me, why don't you just leave me down here? Why do you keep coming back to look at me?" Jack's strong voice demanded, as he stared furiously back at the slim, smiling time lord.
"You interest me, seeing you.….I."
"Hey, if you're looking to ask me out, just do it, okay? I'll even give you a clue to the answer- only if it's somewhere with candle light." Jack retorted sarcastically, but the Master ignored him.

"You make the drum beat……..change. When I look at you, they get faster, so fast its almost a continuous sound. Everything goes black, and I see something in the darkness..."
Jack took a breath, his voice changing to one filled with urgency and need. "What? What do you see? Tell me!"
The hate and malice reformed in the time lords hazel eyes, and again they seemed to glitter and burn and freeze- all at the same time, but never all at once. "No, why would I do that freak? I've already found a way to hurt you, so what makes you think I'm going to let the opportunity pass by? I have the young beautiful Mr Jones, and I will be hurting him in front of you..." He tilted his head to one side, and looked Jack up and down. "And I also have to perfect chance to tell you just exactly what the Toclafane are. You see…”
The American cut in before the Master could finish. "What makes you think I don't already know?"
The other man frowned in confusion, not expecting Jack to be so calm, or even have half an idea of what the Toclafane really were. "What? How could you possibly know?"

With a lot of difficultly, Ianto Jones slowly got to his feet, smiling softly and trying to ignore the pain and nasty blood taste that plagued his mouth.
"Lucky for me, Ianto is very smart. He emailed me before you caught me, or sent him to the Himalayas. You see, he managed to bring one of the sliver globes down, and told me what they were……….I just didn't tell the Doctor because I knew what it would do to him."
"He can't of done! You're lying to me! They're indestructible…you cant just bring one down!"
"No, they're not." Jack continued, knowing it would be too painful for Ianto to speak much at the moment. "Electricity does it, then you break the magnetic lock and cut wire X.R.C.2. Easy as that."

The other man ground his teeth, returning the full force of his hate filled eyes onto the young Welshman's face. "Clever, clever little boy. Jack, I see why you like him. Shame he'll die so young, aye freak? Poor little boy, he's so- what's the word.…" He paused, "Innocent! How very anti-Jack. You normally go for one night stands, with RAF Captains in the nineteen forties. Aww, the Cardiff blitz!" The Master said with a sigh, "That was such fun! All that death and screaming…..it's enough to bring a conman to tears! Do you remember it Harkness?"
Jack clenched his fists angrily. "Like it was yesterday."
"Ianto, do you want to know what your boss and lover really is? He's not Captain Jack Harkness. He's not even a Captain, are you?" The Master asked, as he walked slowly up to Ianto, gently running his hands down the Welshman's body, to rest on his hips. As he was shorter then Ianto, the Master had to look up at him, but Ianto just stared back down at him.

"You're very pretty Mr Jones. Do you know that? The kind of pretty that shouldn't bend down for the soap in prison."
Ianto looked away from the Time Lord's face, embarrassed and disgusted by his choice of hand positioning, and the fact he was unable to do anything about it, due to the zip ties around his wrists. "Get off me." He slurred painfully, as the staples in his tongue probed and stabbed at bits of untouched flesh, making them bleed and hurt.

"Oh but I'm having so much fun! Don't stop me now, I'm having such a good time, I'm waging war!" He laughed, changing Queen's lyrics to suit his purpose, while at the same time bringing his face closer and closer to Ianto's. He violently pressed his lip's against the Welshman's, and making the other man kiss back by holding the back of his head. He sharply pulled away, sighing and examining Ianto's expression.

"Oh, Jack! Now I know what it is about him! It's those lips, they're so soft! So beautiful, and they taste... like melted chocolate!"
Ianto looked like he was going to be violently ill, and moved his eyes to the floor in embarrassment, while Jack arched an eyebrow. "He also makes a swell cuppa."
"Well, I shall have to discover more of the young Ianto's hidden talents then! Shan't I?"
Ianto still looked as if he wanted to drink an entire bottle of tolled bleach, just to burn away any tiny trace of what the Master had just done to him. He would of at least desperately wiped his mouth, if not for the goddamn ties around his hands that prevented this simple action.

***

"Oh come on Ianto! It wasn't that bad." Before Ianto could even move, the Time Lord shot out a hand, grabbed a handful of the wavy light brown hair that grew from the back of his head, and pushed him forwards until he was right in front of Jack. Maybe an inch and a half from the other man's face. "Freak, why don't you show me how it's done? Apparently I'm not very good, and I only live to see to the Welsh boy's needs, so I think I need a lesson." The Master grinned, forcing Ianto's face right up against Jack's, so the two were either going to take the option of kissing each other, or grinding their skulls.

Jack decided to make use of the unpleasant situation, and tried desperately to remove the deeply imbedded staples from the other mans tongue. Ianto squeezed his bloodshot eyes shut, trying desperately not to make a sound that would alert the Master to what Jack was doing. But the searing pain was just so intense as Jack increased the pressure on his already swollen tongue, that he found himself flinching backwards, only to find the time lord's hand blocking his escape.

"Now, now freak, none of that! Did you hurt my boy Jack? I wont have you damaging my property….that's for me to do!"
Jack ignored the evil laugh from the Master, and continued delicately trying to remove the profoundly imbedded metal from Ianto's tongue as it tried to wriggle away and hide in the other mans mouth. The Welshman screwed his eyes up even tighter, taking tiny breathes through his nose and occasionally letting out small squeaking noise. Under any other circumstances, Ianto would of enjoyed having Jack stood, kissing him, and being able to be this close to his boss, inhaling his scent with every breath. But today Jack smelled foul. He must of been locked down here for months, just sitting in his own sweat, and it was obvious his mouth too was affected by the time he'd spent down here: he tasted disgusting. Ianto squealed as Jack gave a particularly violent tug, and the newly regenerated time lord spoke slowly, allowing Ianto the space to move back and away from the smell and appalling taste of Jack. "Did you manage to get any out?" the Master asked.

Jack's response to that was to grin, and spit out a mix of American and Welsh saliva and Ianto's bright red blood, containing a single metal clasp onto the floor at the Master's feet.
"Well done, Jack!" The Master clapped happily. "Marvellous job!"
Ianto really, really wished he could wipe his mouth, as he knew all too well his lips were now soaked in his own warm blood, that was now dribbling slowly down and off his chin, seeping into his white collar and metallic blue tie.
"You wanna clean up his face?" The American asked, nodding meaningfully at Ianto, who had his eyes fixed on the floor, looking very sorry for himself.

The Master slowly stepped back until he was stood next to Ianto, grabbed a clump of his hair and tugged his head sideways so his chin was almost at a ninety degree angle to Jack. Suddenly, the sides of the young Welshman's lips turned down at the corners, as realisation dawned on his features, and his bottom lip quivered: he knew the humiliation wasn't yet over. Once again, he let his pleading eyes rest of Jack's chiselled features, as the Master drew closer to his neck. So close he could feel, and smell the time lords minty breath brush against his skin.
The Master moaned softly, before sticking his tongue out, and licking slowly from Ianto's naked clavicle, all the way up his bloody neck, to his shaking jaw line, before passing over his chin and pulling away as he got to the Welshman's lips. He lapped up the blood. He smiled back at Jack, the blood on his lips making him seem even more evil and out of place, before he wiped it away from his with the back of his right hand. "Lovely....hot.….melted chocolate. The boy's delicious." He told Jack in a low, almost seductive voice, making goose bumps run up the American's spine.

Poor Ianto was so amazingly disgusted by the things the Master had just done to him, that he physically gagged and was almost extremely sick. All he could think about was how much he wanted to stand under an acid shower, anything that would rid him of this horrific feeling that came from another man a man that wasn't Jack touching him in such intimate ways. It was as if he'd fallen into a huge vat of extra think black treacle, and he was drowning, despite desperately trying to swim to the side and save himself. He just wanted to curl up and sleep in the intimate safety of Jack's arms, and stay there until all memory of this was just a distant nightmare.

***

"So where were we? Oh yeah!" The Master suddenly beamed at Jack, doing a little cartwheel over to get closer to him. "I was about to make you watch as I took full advantage of the fact I have a beautiful young Welshman tied so tightly he can hardly move in front of me."
Jack moved his head, until he could whisper into the Time Lord's ear. "You're insane!" The Master took a step backwards, looking confused. "Well done Captain! And it only took you nine months, one week and three days to work it out? Honestly, though, how slow are you?"
"It much be an American thing." Jack replied, "But you are making a mistake. I figure you being insane doesn't make you stupid, but still you don't see. Hurting Ianto won't hurt me."

"Indeed? Which is exactly why I have the rest of your wonderful team on ice, just in case this plan fails! They will make such good Toclafane…..don't you think?" Suddenly the Master gripped his head in both his spread hands, and marched to the wall where he sank to the dusty floor and proceeded to bang the back of his head against the cold concrete wall.
"The drums, the drums, the drums! Make them stop! I just want them to STOP!" The last word he screamed, before getting to his feet, dusting off his clothing and walking back over to Ianto as if nothing had just happened. He pulled a large pair of exceedingly sharp looking fabric scissors out of a pocket in his jacket, and crouched down, quickly turning Ianto's full length trousers into above the knee shorts, and flinging the cut offs across the room. “See Jack, barely more then a boy in his school uniform. You, a hundred forty something, and he's only twenty seven. That's got to be the equivalent of a sixty year old leaping into bed with a helpless three year old. You're sick! Compared to you, I'm practically an angel. Do you know what they do to men like you in prison?"
"You know, I do actually ... But, hey. I'm sick enough to know I'll probably enjoy it."

The Master took hold of one of the blades of the scissors and placed it at the top of Ianto's knee pressing deeply into the flesh before suddenly dragging it downwards, slicing the skin from Ianto's knee, quickly doing the same to the other one. The younger man trembled, crying out and almost falling to the floor. He was dizzy, and felt sick, but didn't move. He just continued whimpering and crying out. He was in far too much pain to even collapse in a heap on the dusty floor.
"Now, now Ianto, all schoolboy's have cut knees! Take it like a man." Two jelly like circles of flesh lay on the blood covered floor as the Master stood, to take a set backwards and survey his handiwork. Thick blood trickled down Ianto's shins, and onto the bare feet Jack hadn't noticed before. Ianto had clenched his shaking jaw, balled his fists, and even curled up his toes in an attempt to ignore the pain, but it was just too much. Again his lungs exploded into loud shouts of pain as he desperately tried not to look at the centimetre thick pieces of his skin on the floor, at his now bloody feet. "Fuck!" The Welshman gasped, screwing his bloodshot eyes shut. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh God, Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Now, Ianto Jones, none of that! Never take the lords name in vain." The Time Lord squeaked indignantly. "Lucky for you, I am the lord, so you're still an angel to me."
"You fucking crazy bastard! You know, no matter how many ways you think of to hurt me, of how many ways you find of making me wish I was dead, the Doctor is going to stop you." Ianto hissed back, feeling himself swaying on the spot.
"Of yes, of course he is." The Time Lord replied pityingly. "And then good will triumph over evil, and no one will ever fear or hate, or hurt ever again! Oh be realistic Ianto! Even if by some tiny chance, the hundred year old Doctor does find a way of stopping me, I'm not the only threat to the world you all seem to love so very much. There will be others like me. Millions more revolutionists, and one day, one of them will succeed. So really? What's the point in even trying to stop me? After all, I just want new Galafray, a race of time lords, and the destruction of the rest of the universe... then it'll stop."

"What if it never stops?" Jack demanded angrily through his gritted teeth. "What if the drums only stop when you die? Or they stay forever, and they never stop!"
"They have to!" The Master shouted desperately back. "They have to stop! When the stars and skies are gone, it all stops! At some point I'll find where the drummers are hiding, and I'll destroy them. And it will stop them. It has to."
Ianto glared through his pain, and his eyes burned with pure hatred. "What if it's you? It's in your head for ever, and ever, and destroying everything just makes it louder?"
"Then..." A smile curled the man's lips and he looked at Ianto. "Oh, I see what you're doing! Trying to distract me! Stop me from hurting you! Well, ii won't work!"
"We're just trying to make you see what it is you're doing!" Jack told him, glancing at Ianto who was swaying a lot, and obviously in serious amounts of pain.
"Awww, poor Mr Jones." The Master walked forwards and punched a fist into Ianto's stomach, making him double over in pain. Unable to use his hands to steady himself, the Welshman toppled forwards, landing hard onto his right side shoulder and skinless knee first, filling the wound with dust and dirt as he screamed again. "Poor little boy." The Master crouched down again. "Always been the good Christian boy, still believes in God. Well, take a long, hard look Mr Jones. Because I'm the replacement." Then everything went black.

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