A/N
Quick intro chapter. This is an experiment story, the first real Doctor Who one anyhow. I might take it off but mostly I just had this idea in my head for a few days and want to see it through in one way or another. Read, review, and enjoy.
Chapter one: Awakening
Memories seemed to flash quickly across his closed eyes. He couldn't make sense of anything as his eyes flickered open. Darkness at first, the world soon came into view. White. Everything was white. Panic. Panic struck him paralytic a moment. Then movement. He strained for movement but his arms refused to move. He couldn't move. Take the world in, he ordered himself. Remember. What's happened?
Looking around, the room was completely white. The walls were hard to see apart. Everything was white. No doors or windows. Straining his body, he finally noticed the restraining jacket. It fit snug around him, holding his arms in place. He sat in a chair in the center of the room. Panic struck him again, racing in his heart. Breathing heavy, he looked around and began to shout.
"Hello!?" he called. "Hello!"
The white room soon broke, revealing a door. A woman dressed in white stepped in. She was pale faced, very withdrawn. She opened the door slighting, peering in. He looked up at her, watching her every movement carefully. He didn't recognize her. Why couldn't he think straight?
"Hello?" he repeated.
"Anything you need, Mr. Smith?" she whispered.
"Mr. Smith?" he whispered. "Where…where am I?"
"Where you've always been, Mr. Smith…where you've been for the last month," she answered.
"Where!" he shouted. She jumped back, turning away.
"You're…you are at the Torchwood medical ward, Mr. Smith. You've been here a month," she replied.
"No…Torchwood medical ward? No…Torchwood is a…military branch…" he mumbled.
"Oh no, Mr. Smith. A relapse so close to your release? We were so hopeful for you," the women sighed.
"I'm not Mr. Smith!" he howled. "I'm…I'm the Doctor…I'm…I am…"
"No sir…Your name is John Smith and you've been here in the psychiatric ward for the last month ever since your-"
"No! I am the Doctor!" he cried, shaking his head.
"You are John Smith!"
"Never…" he snarled.
The woman shook her head, turning away and shutting the door. The room remained all white. The Doctor struggled again, pulling at his restraints. This couldn't be real. This was all a lie. Some alien trick. Daleks maybe. Cybermen. Anything! Anyone. He looked around again. No detail or description except the barely flickering light. He looked down at his jacket.
"Not even a bow tie…" he sighed, relaxing.