Title: Fallout, Part Ten
Author: Emma
Characters: A whole bunch of folk.
Rating: Starts PG, but hey, it’s got Jack in it!
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Author’s Note: This is Series 3 Fix-it Fic. I dreamed this. It embarrasses me, because, dammit, Series 3 didn’t happen!
Author's Note: Just to make me feel better, I'm going to try an experiment. Short scenes, little narrative, mostly dialog. Let's see what happens.

Part One is here; Part Two is here; Part Three is here; Part Four is here; Part Five is here; Part Six is here; Part Seven is here; Part Eight is here; Part Nine is here

           “He warned me about you. He told me you would try to stop me.” Lucy Saxon cocked her head to one side. “But I have one more thing to put on the table.”

 

            There’s nothing you can say…”

 

            “Not to you. To Captain Harkness.”

 

            The door at the far end of the room opened and a middle-aged woman walked in, holding the arm of a teenaged boy. Jack stared in disbelief and wild hope.

 

            “It was very easy, Jack.” Lucy smiled at him. “All we needed was a small piece of his skin. You can have your grandson back. We even aged him to the age he would have been if he had lived. Your daughter won’t hate you any more. All you need to do is give us Ifan.”

 

            He stared at her blankly, his mind racing, but all he could think of was not again, not again, not again…

 

            “Before anyone gets too ridiculously self-sacrificing on me,” John said from his post by the door, “can I ask how Lady Saxon is going to finish the job? Her pet monster-maker is dead and his research is gone. There’s not a thing she can do to bring her husband back.”

 

            “Unless she already has.” The Doctor whispered. “Oh, Jack, I am so sorry.”

 

            “Doc?”

 

            “Ifan was just bait to get us here, Jack. Steven was the intended recipient all along, wasn’t he, Lucy? You knew how guilty Jack felt about his grandson’s death. You hoped he would choose his grandson over Ifan, especially an Ifan contaminated with his torturer’s DNA. What better place for the Master to hide than in Jack Harkness’s family? Who would suspect?”

 

            “Doc, please…”         

 

            The soft voice continued in its relentless march. “But the TARDIS would have known, so she couldn’t be allowed to get near you.” He looked directly at the teenager. “How did you do that, by the way?”

 

            “Professor Docherty assisted me in building a transmitter that would confuse the TARDIS’s hostile action displacement system. It thinks it’s being attacked, so it moves away. From your end it looks as if it’s being blocked.”

 

            “Oh, that is very good…” The Doctor turned, sonic screwdriver pointed straight at Lucy. “Very good. But… not quite good enough.”

 

            He was just a second too late. As he fired, Lucy threw herself backwards against the glass. Instead of breaking, the glass curved in around her and she was gone.

 

            ‘Doc, what the hell is going on?”

 

            “The signet ring, Jack! She was wearing it, not him. And what did I tell you about undeveloped minds? Do you really think the Master could hide in the mind of a boy?”

 

            “But Steven…”

 

            “He’s going to need a lot of help, Jack. She’s been playing with his mind since he was taken out of the nutrient tank. But that’s your grandson. Carries your genes. He’ll bounce back."