Ties Between Freedom and Love

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Chapter Thirty-Seven
A Fighting Loss

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The three sat on a bench in a jail cell. Jack looked over at the Doctor and sighed.

He hated seeing the Doctor mad and when he talked it was a hundred times worse. The words that would come out of his mouth were enough to make anyone either murderous mad or suicidally guilty.

But seeing the Doctor quiet, the guy who had just watched Emma disintegrate before his very eyes, now that, that was absolutely and utterly the most terrifying thing Jack had witnessed.

And yes, Jack was beyond pissed off about what happened. The Anne droid killing Emma just as they found her. Maybe it was just her physical form that died like she kept on telling them, but if that was true, where the hell was her spiritual/mental whatever state?
And if it wasn't for the shock, sadness, and anger that over flooded his every nerve ending as well as the guards holding him back, Jack would have murdered the lot, every single one of them, without a shred of remorse.

Lynda though, she didn't even know Emma and even she cried when it happened.

The Doctor, on the other hand, was a different story. . .

The humans that knew of him liked to sometimes call him, the fixer, their savior. The Asgards that they'd met with Emma referred to him as some great time healer. And the Daleks, according to Emma, they called him the Oncoming Storm.

That's what they call him, Emma once said. They're terrified of him, they don't let it on, but him being the last of his kind frightens them. He's the only one to ever survive the Time War and ultimately that scared them beyond belief.

What if something ever happened to one of us? What would he do? If we ever died? If we were ever killed? Jack remembered Rose asking.

He'd end them, Emma had simply replied. She didn't talk for a while after that and when she finally did, she didn't sound anything like the daughter of Dean Winchester and the Angel of the Lord Castiel, she sounded like an innocent and naive little girl. I honestly don't know what he would do or how he would accomplish his goal. But if something ever did happen to one of us. . . I don't think anything in Heaven, Hell, Earth or even time and space could stop him from tearing whatever civilization, planet, or world apart, piece by piece, until he could get one of us back beside him again, and if he couldn't. . . he'd make damn sure to avenge us.

Jack remembered that conversation like it was yesterday. He knew once the opportunity arose, they'd get out of this stupid, little jail cell, and the Oncoming Storm would wreak havoc until he finished what his now declared enemies had started.

"You will be taken to the Lunar Penal Colony, there to be held without trial," one of the guards informed them. "You may not appeal against this sentence. Is that understood?" Jack kept his gaze in front of him, not saying a word while Lynda tried everything not to cry, she was fidgeting and breathing anxiously. And the Doctor, he refused to speak at all, all he did was stare dead ahead.

The guard walked away from them and another guard unlocked the gate for him. The Doctor suddenly turned to Jack like they'd been doing this for years. "Let's do it."

Jack nodded, jumping up from his seat and kicking the guard in the back, he fell forward and Jack clung to the top of the gate as he swung himself forward, kicking and knocking out another guard. The Doctor grabbed the guard running toward him by the neck and slammed him in the opposite wall with really no effort. Jack dropped down from his spot and tackled the last guard to the ground, and stealing his gun in the process.