The Captain's Secret

Memories

Jack looked down over the city. The familiar sights and sounds didn't calm him. Jack knew the Master was back, and that he wouldn't stop until he got his revenge. He leaned back, letting memories flood over him.

Jack was 10 when he first met the Master. He and Nat came from abusive parents. Jack was always protecting Nat. The Master approached Jack one day. Jack looked up. "Hi" the Master said. "Hi..." Jack looked nervous. "I wont hurt you" the Master said. "I'm a friend"

Jack felt the sting of the wound the Master left. He knew that he would have to face the Master  in a fight to the death. Jack let out a sigh.  He had to protect his family at all costs.

"No,no,no!" The Master snapped, slamming Jack on the ground. "You have to be quicker than that" Jack leapt to his feet. His lip was bleeding heavily. Jack pants, watching the Master. "When I slam my weight down, you have to roll with it. Try to brace yourself against it, and you'll just get hurt. Try it again!"

The wind howled around Jack, ruffling his coat. He could hear his team downstairs, working hard. A strong rush of affection surged through Jack as he heard Nat being bossy. 'She's changed so much'

Nat crouched in a corner, cowering from their father's blows. "You don't deserve to live"  he snapped. Nat cried in fear and terror. Jack came in from school and heard Nat. He raced in, pulling  his father off of Nat. Jack carried her to his room and cleaned her up. "Shh" Jack said softly, soothing her. "Everything will be ok. I promise"

Jack went down. The team were doing paperwork. Jack went to his office and began to do his work. The phone rang. "Hello?" Jack asked, picking up. "Is this Torchwood?" The voice asked. "Yes it is" Jack said. "Come to 910 Cougar street. Theres something you need to see" Jack hung up and called Nat and Ianto. There were cops everywhere. As the Torchwood team got to the house, the lead investigator lifted the tape. Nat and Ianto went first. "Oh my god " Nat gasped. Jack followed them in. Two people lay dead on the bed, their throats brutally slashed. But that was not what made Jack freeze. Above the two victims, written in blood, was the name Jack Harkness.