Torchwood Three -A LITERATE Torchwood RP- [FULL]

Favorite Character?

Jack Harkness	34.8%	[ 8 ]
Toshiko Sato	4.3%	[ 1 ]
Gwen Cooper-Williams	4.3%	[ 1 ]
Owen Harper	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Ianto Jones	30.4%	[ 7 ]
John Hart	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Other (NO POLL WHORES)	8.7%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 23 ]

[DJ Professor JokaQ]

"C'mon...answer," she urged, holding the phone in the crook of her neck and moving to check why any right-minded human would seemingly want to carry a Nostrovite infant. She stilled the Nostro/human with a glare and a rather heavy-handed approach and began to pat the still hooded figure down with an emotionless intensity. When she couldn't find anything, she reached out to it, probing its mind for a cybernetic influence. Something cold and clammy brushed against her mind. Something that she felt before, not in specifics, but more in shape and intention. The human was being controlled it seemed. But she'd been out of contact with the Hub too long to see what it could've been.

[Moonie1]

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to unintentionally scar this face now would I? I’m not you after all, Jack. I get injured, I don’t heal. But not getting into a fight in the first place helps greatly.” John said as he crossed his arms “…and I’m not sure…Mara was injured when she found me.” He said as he got out of the car and walked around to stand in front of Jack.

“Speaking of which, I thought I told you that you were to ‘watch’ her.” John commented as he stared at Jack and then looked in at Mara. “Very nice job you’re doing.” He added sarcastically as he rolled his eyes before he looked back at SUV and then back at Jack and smiled. “Hello, by the way. How about a kiss, Captain. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other…” He said as he glanced at Ianto from the corner of his eyes as he said this. He wonder if Ianto would say anything to make sure Jack and him didnt' start making-out on the street.

[Iron Vadim]

((JokaQ, who is your character actually calling on the phone? Well, Bluekiss' characters are at the Hub, but Jack is with Mara, Ianto and John, so... I'm not sure who should respond))

"Good." Jack replied at Mara's confirmation that she hadn't been bitten. The last thing they needed was for her to go through a Nostrovite pregnancy, which tended to end lethal. He looked to Ianto at his comment about the transfusion and nodded "We got blood in the medical lab, and Martha is over there, so we'll manage."

He was about to reply further when his attention was drawn to the other ex-Time Agent. The captain rolled his eyes at the sarcastic comment about how he should have been watching over Mara "What are you suggesting, I keep her on a leash? Kinky, but no... Look, I try to protect anyone of my team as much as I can, alright? This time, I couldn't, I'm sorry but .. she'll be fine." He returned.

He sighed, but halted in his step back towards Gwen's car at John's last words. Jack turned back around to face him. "A kiss? Hm... Good idea." The Captain said, then proceeded to kiss Ianto. He flashed his lover a smile "Be careful on the road, alright? I'll see you at the Hub." He released Ianto and looked back to John. "Oh, and hello to you too." He said with a grin, just managing to resist sticking out his tongue at him before he disappeared in the other car and drove back to the Torchwood base.

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Mara smiled faintly at Jack's shenanigans and shut her eyes as the SUV hummed to life. Ianto smiled when Jack kissed him and nodded. "See you back at the Hub." He climbed into the driver's seat and waited for John to get home so he could get Mara back to the Hub and get help. He had never known the exact circumstances under which Mara came to Torchwood. She had simply appeared one morning.

[Bluekiss]

”Be careful Jack…”
Gwen watched with concern as Jack took her keys and rushed to help out Ianto and Mara. Why did all of this have to happen now? It seemed as though the whole universe was conspiring to cause trouble for Torchwood. And she just couldn’t shake the feeling that things were only going to get worse. Her mind couldn’t help but wonder what was down in the basement within Torchwood. What could be so horrible that Jack will fire anyone who so much as took a peak? Did it have something to do with Isabel and Gabe? Maybe it had something to do with the mysterious Doctor that he was so infatuated with. Whatever it was, all she knew was that once again she was left in the dark and she was getting really sick of it.

“Alright Isabel, give me a hand with Gabe so that….”

Letting out another sigh, Gwen came face to face with Isabel once again spacing out. That wasn’t like the time lady to just stare off into space; it was as if something else had completely occupied her mind. Whatever it was, Gwen knew that with the stare on her face, that there was something going on within Isabel’s head. Something that she knew she wasn’t going to like

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Isabel said nothing as she watched the ex time agent drive out of sight in Gwen’s car. Her brown eyes were squinted, filled with such distain that if her looks could kill, Jack would die over and over again. When he was no longer in sight, Isabel’s mind began to go into over drive. Now that Jack was away, Isabel had to take great care in what she was about to do next. If she wasn’t careful, getting her Time Lord companion out of Torchwood would be impossible.

‘It seems as though Jack had a little bit of an emergency…he has left Torchwood…’

She mentally messaged the Master as she slowly turned her gaze towards Gwen. Meeting eyes with the ex-police officer, she gave her a rather eerie smile. A smile that was similar to that of a porcelain doll, fake and void of any real light.

“…we can move him to a more comfortable position?” She finished, her smile growing when Gwen nodded in conformation. Keeling down, she grabbed Gabe just under his arms, she waited for Gwen to get into position before she helped move Gabe so that he was more comfortable. When they were done, Isabel took a seat against the wall, moving over a little so that Gwen could take a seat next to her.

As much as she wanted to free him, Isabel had to wait for a little longer. She would gradually earn the trust of Jack, helping to put some of his insecurities about her to rest. Then when he least expects it…she’ll make him wish he never met her.
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“Liar”

The word slipped out of Martha’s lips, drenched with venom as her some what collective features turned defensive. She crossed her arms tightly, having them sit just under her bosom as she tossed the Master a heated glare.

“The Doctor would never slaughter a group a people, especially not his own people!” She believed those words. Well, most of her believed those words. A small part of her couldn’t help but remind the rest of her that the Doctor hasn’t told her everything about his life. And while the side of the Doctor that she had been privileged to was one that detested violence, there were still other sides of the Time Lord that she hadn’t seen. There could have been a darker, more evil side that he kept hidden by his kind smiles and bubbly nature.

Was it possible?

Had the Doctor killed his own people?
Martha couldn’t be sure. However, unless told other wise, she wasn’t about to take the word of an insane Time Lord who had nothing else better to do than to make others miserable.

[Iron Vadim]

He was silent for a moment when he felt Isabel talk to him. Something was going on outside? Well, not like anyone would tell him... Well, probably some aliens that fell through the Rift. Nothing of interest to him, most likely. Though he did feel smug when he felt Isabel contempt for the Captain seep through the mental connection. Now that was very interesting. But then his attention was drawn back to his real surroundings when Martha spat "Liar" at him.

The Master's eyes flared angrily at being called a liar when he was in fact speaking the truth. Well, part of the truth. "Use your brains for a minute, woman. Remember how you found me? During the Time War, I used the Chameleon Arch to make myself human so the Daleks wouldn't find me... I didn't sit it out until the end because it was a losing battle, so it was definitely not me that did it. Heh, even the war was the Doctor's fault. He was supposed to destroy the Daleks back then, but he allowed them to live to become a threat. And he ended it. All of it. He destroyed everything and everyone. Everything burned."

He'd began to pace the cell again while he was talking, his eyes ever watchful of the woman before him. "And I think even you would notice... The Doctor, how dangerous he is. Everyone that comes in contact with him, burn. They get hurt. They get killed. Or heh, in the case of the freak, they get killed over and over again. And he never looks back to them, does he? No, he just always runs, never sticking around to deal with the consequences."

Then he stopped pacing, standing in front of one of the cell's walls. "You know a little how it feels, don't you... During that year. Having everyone die around you. Being so utterly alone." The Time Lord glanced sideways to her, his eyes strangely void of mockery or contempt "It doesn't measure up to it though. Our race are strong telepaths. Even if you were in the furthest corner of the universe, you were never alone, because you could feel the others..."

And that empty feeling was just maddening. It didn't matter if he cared or not, the silence, that void, was so... He didn't know the word for it. But it was a sharp contrast against the cacophony of drums in his head, and it made them even louder in comparison. Suddenly he snarled and threw a frustrated punch into the wall. Then he stepped back and sank down on the only bench in the cell, not noticing or caring the rough brick had made his knuckles bleed.

[Bluekiss]

Martha remained silent through the Master’s long winded rant; however the expression on her face said it all. Thinking back on everything she knew and experienced about the Doctor, she had to admit that there was some truth to what he had said. For someone who was so dedicated to providing truth and justice to the universe, he sure did tend to over look the mistakes that he made. True, there were times when he was apologetic; however the words seemed to lose their meaning with every time that they were uttered. Then again, there were things that he wasn’t apologetic for and they always seemed to deal with Martha. Whether it was the times he ignored her or looked at her with eyes that clearly said he wished she was a certain blonde haired woman; the Doctor had always ignored her feelings.

The young doctor was brought back to the present when the Master mentioned the ‘Year that wasn’t’. Her eyes flickered with a little bit of hidden sorrow that had come about during that year. With all the death and chaos, Martha had felt so incredibly alone during her travels across the world. While she remained the beacon of hope for the Earth, there was no one other than the Doctor that could keep her filled with hope. That was the most ironic part; the one responsible for putting her in the loneliest spot on the planet was the only one who managed to give her hope.

The sound of flesh hitting brick caused Martha to snap out of her thoughts. Her brown eyes looked over to the slumped form of the Master with surprise dancing across them. She had seen the Master do a lot of things while he was imprisoned at Torchwood, but she had never seen him lose control like that. For the first time, she had never seen the Master so…defeated. Even when the Doctor had destroyed his plans, the Master still had a level of smugness about him. Yet now, with only her eyes to witness it, the Time Lord seemed to have had a real break down.

“You’re Hand is bleeding…” Martha whispered as she looked down to the Time Lord’s injured hand, watching as beads of crimson began to form on his skin. “Hold on…I’ll get a first aid kit.” Before the Master could get out another word, Martha left his company and traveled through the dark corridors towards the medical area of the Hub.

Why are you doing this Martha Jones? The question seemed to play through Martha’s mind over and over again as she searched around for different bandages and antiseptics. She had promised the Doctor that she would be able to look after the trouble Time Lord; however she was going to extra mile for him by bandaging an injury that he caused to himself. The man had been nothing but trouble since he arrived to planet Earth and his shenanigans didn’t seem to end with his transition into Torchwood. Yet, with all of that said, why was she still trying to help him? Perhaps the reason had to do with the fact that she was a doctor and couldn’t stand to see anyone in pain, even if they technically did deserve it.

Just as she was about to return to the holding cell, Martha’s eyes fell on a metal cabinet that held the tranquilizers. Even though Martha Jones was a nice woman…that didn’t mean she was a fool. Opening the cabinet, she grabbed one of the already loaded needles and carefully hid it within her coat pocket. The last thing she needed as Jack to reprimand her for not being ‘careful’.

After doing a quick check of her medical supplies, Martha quickly made her way back towards the holding cell were the Master was currently residing. When she reached the door to the cell, Martha lingered around the door. With her eyes glued on the Master’s form, she began to type in the code that would open the door that separated herself from the Master.

“I’m going to bandage your hand…” She explained as she slowly opened the door, leaving it slightly open so that she wouldn’t be locked in. Martha slipped into the cell, approaching the Master carefully, as if she was approaching a dangerous animal. When she was close enough, Martha knelt down and held out a delicate hand towards him.

“Please, let me see your hand…”

[Iron Vadim]

The Master raised an eyebrow puzzled as he glanced to the human, then looked down to his hand, vaguely aware of the stinging pain that was surfacing now. He didn't really care much, the pain wasn't exactly excrutiating and the wound would heal up soon anyway. Gallifreyans were fast healers after all. It surprised him a lot more however that she would bother to help him. He'd more expected the likes of her to be happy to see him in any kind of pain. Jack would. 'Well, with reason, I guess... I did kill him, erm... Oh, gee, I lost count.' The thought made him chuckle. Luckily the woman was already gone so she wouldn't have noticed that.

The Time Lord sighed, realising it was just the woman's stupid 'doctor's duty' thing. Just like him, he thought a little disgusted. Help anyone in need, even if it was an enemy. Well, he wasn't exactly in need, but fine, not like he should bother to argue. She would keep on insisting anyway even if he would say he didn't need it.

He looked up to her again when she returned, watching her open the door but not moving from his spot. The Master grinned slightly to himself. Oh, if he didn't have a plan already, this would be a nice opportunity. No Jack around at all, and he only had to overpower this feeble woman. Huh, okay, then again, not that feeble, seeing how she survived that year. Not many would be able to copy that, he had to admit. Still, he was quite aware how painful a telepathic attack from a Time Lord on a human is, and he would probably be able to attack her before she could pull any weapon she undoubtably hid somewhere on her person.

Good for her then that he had that plan already. Well, kind of a plan. And if his 'babysitter' trusted him, even just a little bit, that would help. So he didn't move until she was standing in front of him. His grin widened seeing her behaviour, acting as if she was approaching a lion in its den. But then, he was more powerful and scary than a simple oversized cat, hm?

The Master glanced down to his hand, turning it over a few times. "It's just a scratch, woman... and a bit of a bruise. It's not broken or anything, so I don't understand why you have to fuss over it." Despite his words, he raised his hand and lay it in hers, his hazel eyes studying her face as he was curious as to how her reaction would be to the touch.

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Ianto pulled into the reserved spot for the Torchwood SUV rather faster than he had intended and precipitated a slight case of whiplash to his passengers. Giving a guilty smile, he removed the key from the ignition and pocketed it. He hopped down and fetched Mara from the backseat. She had passed out on the drive, making her a dead weight. Trying to gather her up, and failing might I add, he looked to John Hart

"Can you carry her?" he asked. "I've only ever got her when she hold on, and she's completely out." His voice didn't reveal the extent of his distress; besides Jack, he hadn't had any really close friends in the Hub, until Mara appeared. He didn't want to run the risk of letting her die. Torchwood may have died young, but Mara -- at only 23 -- was far from the usual "Death by Torchwood" age.

[Moonie1]

John’s face fell as he watched as Jack planted a kiss, the kiss that he had wanted, onto the lips of his Welsh team-mate. The rouge Time Agent narrowed his eyes, glaring at Jack before he glanced away from his once partner and lover. It wasn’t as if he had expected a different respond…Actually, he had expected Jack to either ignore him or snub him. He didn’t expect the b*****d to tease him like that.

Ah well, he thought as he looked back at Ianto, he lightly stroking his fingers across the butt of his gun. Shaking his head, the man climbed back into the SUV and settled back. “Just hurry up and drive, Eye-candy.” John grumbled. “She might not have much longer if you keep messing around...”

Fading back into his thoughts, he glaring at the back of Ianto’s head as the man drove; John didn’t react until he felt himself jerked to the side and forward when the Torchwood agent pulled into the parking spot.

“Ouch…Careful. I don’t know who I’ll be doing later on and if my neck is in pain, then how will I possibly be able to fully enjoy it?” The man complained, he rubbing his neck before he scoffed. Ianto couldn’t carry a rather dainty-looking young woman? Smirking slightly, John got out of the SUV and walked around to Mara’s side. “Of course I can carry her. Move.” John said, shoving Ianto out of the away as he reached into the back of the SUV and pulled Mara into his arms.

“Oof…Don’t do much heavy lifting do you? She’s not that heavy…” He said with a smug smirk as he shifted the young woman, holding her closer and more securely. It wasn’t much of a lie. She wasn’t overly heavy. Turning, he walked towards one of the entrance to Torchwood, he glancing over his shoulder at Ianto. “Where is it you’ll be wanting her?”

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

"We'll put her down in Autopsy," Ianto told him. "Only place we've got for medical work." He couldn't resent Hart for the 'heavy-lifting' comment; he knew that dead weight was different from living weight. He opened the door and stepped inside. "Downstairs," he directed and held the door open. "I'm not sure if Jack's back yet."

[Iron Vadim]

"John too handicapped for sex? My gods, are fireballs falling from the sky and the four horsemen riding out?" Jack gasped dramatically as he stood in the doorway, having arrived just after them, and looked up, pretending to search for any flying horsemen. "Hm... Nope. Not yet." He'd arrived shortly after them since he had to drive a little more careful with Gwen's car than he usually could with the Torchwood van.

He looked around, "Where's Martha?" He wondered, then sighed "Oh, right, she must down with-" He caught himself before he said it, it wouldn't do for the others to know or to wonder just what he had imprisoned down there. He looked up to Ianto and John at the door leading to the medical lab "I'll give her a call, get Mara down there."

Once they'd gone, he turned around and tapped the communicator by his ear "Martha? Leave His Royal-pain-in-the-arse to his own devices for a minute and come up to Autopsy. Mara is injured and we need your help on giving her a blood transfusion." He glanced to the door to the exit, deciding that once he was sure Martha was set up to help Mara, he'd go check out on Gwen, Isabel and Gabe.

[Moonie1]

John nodded and adjusting Mara in his arms again, he turned and followed Ianto’s directions as he walked started to walk down the stairs. Jack wasn’t here…he better be here. Or at least arrive shortly. He wanted a word with the Captain…and…speak of the devil. Freezing at Jack’s voice, John closed his eyes for a moment then turned to face the immortal.

“Ah, I'm only a handicap for now, Jack…” He said with a grin as he ran his hand slowly across Mara’s side. “I’m sure I can find someone who would be more than willing to indulge me…” He added as he glanced down at Mara with a purposeful look and then back at Jack. Of course, Jack was who he would rather be doing, especially at the moment.

That or to kill. ‘Or both.' John thought as he turned and continued down the stairs, heading towards the Autopsy room. ‘I’d just kill him, then kiss and have sex with him and then kill him again for the hell of it.’ He thought as he carefully laid Mara down on the Autopsy table and started to peel back Ianto’s jacket to open up access to the wound.

[Cal The Lady Scorpio]

Mara gave a quiet moan as the clotted blood was pulled away. Ianto, his shirt sleeves rolled up, helped raise her a little to remove her blouse to better see the wound. "Damn!" he hissed. The ragged marks were deep. Martha would have a devil of a time cleaning and sewing them. Ianto lay her back on the table and hung her soiled blouse over his arm.

In a little croaking voice, Mara muttered, "John...." Her hand tightened around his. "Don't go...." She broke into a wracking cough that brought a look of pain to her face. A ripple of crimson tracked down the silver table. "Where's .... Where's Martha?"

[Bluekiss]

“Well, small scratches like those can become infected…especially in a place like this. And since your health is my responsibility…” Martha’s voice trailed off, finding that she didn’t need to explain her reason any further. Her whole focus had shifted from the Master to his injured hand that was now with in hers. She wasn’t sure what she had expected his hands to feel like, however she found herself surprised. The bottom of his palm felt slightly rough in comparison to her soft, delicate fingers. His nails were kept neatly trimmed with just a hint of dirt. Despite the red gashes that lined his knuckles, the Master’s skin seemed almost perfect. How ironic. These perfect hands belonged to an absolute mad man.

The most surprising thing though, was the sensation of warmth that seemed to come from the hand. From the moment his hand touched hers, Martha felt a shock of energy rush into her. Part of her wanted to pull away, not because it was threatening…but because it strangely felt good. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Martha’s delicate fingers began to dance across the Master’s skin, careful not to cause any more pain in the tender area. She could feel the Master’s eyes watching her, causing Martha to focus intently on her task of examining.

When she was absolutely sure that nothing was broken, Martha removed both hands from his for a moment in order to open the first aid kit. Opening the small plastic bottle of antiseptic, Martha used her other hand to remove a cotton ball. After lightly submerging the cotton ball in the clear liquid, Martha gently grabbed the Master’s hand and began to clean the wounds with the moist ball. Her touches were tender, with just enough care to make sure that every inch of the scratches were clean.

“And now that they are clean…” Martha began as she reached into the box and pulled out a few white bandages and a beige wrap. After placing the white bandages over the knuckles, Martha wrapped the hand up, careful to not cause any more pressure than needed.

“There now, all better…” Martha said as she admired her work with a small grin. Perhaps that was what made her such a good doctor, her ability in finding joy in helping anyone. Even though she was helping an old enemy, the enjoyment she felt from helping was something that couldn’t be taken away. Looking back into the first aid kit, Martha pulled out an instant ice pack and placed it on his hand.

“Just keep the ice pack on it in order to keep the swelling down…” For the first time, Martha managed to bring her eyes up to greet the Master’s intense stare. Martha could feel a little heat rising towards her face at the closeness between the two. Despite meeting him before, Martha had never been so close to the Master. There was always something, whither it be the Doctor and Jack, an indestructible wall of glass, or just a few feet, that kept them separated. But now, there was nothing that could shield herself from the Master, not just physically but mentally as well.

Her heat began to beat faster, causing her ears to be filled with nothing but the drumming. Her eyes began to trace the lines of the Master’s face, taking in every single inch. Even she had to admit that the Master was handsome, almost wrongfully so. It was like a sheep in wolves clothing and she didn’t like it one bit.

Martha jumped suddenly, the sound of Jack’s voice snapping her out of her gaze. Pressing her finger to the ear piece, Martha took one second to look at the Master before she began to clean up the small mess she made. “Alright Jack, I’m on my way up.” Picking up the leftovers of the kit, Martha slipped back through the opening and closed the cell door. After making sure it was once again locked, Martha turned her attention back to the Master.

“I’ll be back to check on you later…” And with those last words, Martha headed back upstairs to the medical wing. She slightly grimaced at the sight of Mara and the blood that covered the once silver autopsy table.

“I’m here...” Martha announced as she removed her outer coat, a serious look set on her face as she did a quick once over. The most important thing was to get Mara stable and then she would set out the daunting task of cleaning the wounds. “ Ianto, I need you take those cotton gauzes and put pressure on the wound in order to help stop the bleeding. John, Jack…I need you to give me a hand with the blood transfusion.”