Story: Cell 6710
Author: Nixa Jane
Word Count: 7927
Author's Summary: No one goes to Drakoon if they have any sense at all.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Recced because: This is a dark tale with mystery, suspense, action, and a very creepy and sinister setting. In 8000 words it manages to be surprising and scary (in both situation and character study) as well as heartfelt and hopeful, and it's such an interesting way to address the Wrongness of Jack Harkness, as well as the Doctor's past. It's like watching an episode, where the freedom of fanfic allows the subtext to peek out as straight text at the end. I'm not going to say any more, just that if this had been an episode, I can't imagine anyone in all of the various stripes and corners of Who fandom not finding something to love about it.
"You are the end of everything. Your companion can see it, why can't you?"
He looks up at the mention of the Doctor, but the Doctor is gone. He turns back to glare at the woman. "What do you know about him?"
"He is the Oncoming Storm, the Trickster God, the Destroyer of Worlds. The man with many faces, and as many lives. Limitless compassion and limitlessly merciless all at the same time." The woman's eyes shine gold, like the heart of the Tardis. "Is it terrifying?"
Jack feels sick under her piercing gaze, even though the gold washes away with a single blink. He doesn't know what she is, but he remembers the people that used to be brought here–powerful, dangerous, talented. The criminals no other prison could hold.
"Is what terrifying?" he asks.
"I speak of course of him," she says. "What else do you have to be afraid of?"