"Come on, Donna. If we don't leave soon we're going to be late," The Doctor complained loudly.
"I said I was coming," Donna yelled back from the corridor causing him to smile. Though Donna yelled often, the Doctor knew that she never meant anything by it. He quickly wiped the smile off his face as she approached, though, as he really didn't feel like getting hit as well. Moving towards the door, he grabbed his coat pulling it on just as Donna entered the room. "So what is so important that we had to be up early, spaceman?"
"The festival of the sun only happens once a year," the Doctor started. Donna groaned.
"And you have a time machine," She complained moving towards the door after him. He pulled his coat tighter to himself, stepping out the doors into the dimly lit town. Though it was still night, people moved about the town working or buying their groceries. These people lived in the dark and the festival of the sun celebrated the sun's yearly rise over the city. The Doctor led Donna up to the side of a small hill, laying a blanket out for the two of them to share. He plopped heavily down on it staring out at the field below as the people gathered. They watched as the people danced and sang the traditional songs of greeting as the sun crept higher in the sky. For a brief time, the sun lit the valley illuminating the town's people. Donna leaned forward watching in awe as the people continued to move in the bright sun. The Doctor, however, stared out, barely paying attention as he enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on his face. He rested one hand on his stomach, propping himself up with the other arm. He frowned as he thought he felt movement deep within his abdomen and not for the first time, he wished he had taken the pill.
"I'm going back to the TARDIS, Donna," The Doctor informed her as he pushed himself to his feet. Donna looked up at him, the concern showing immediately on her face. The Doctor looked pale compared to when they had been on the TARDIS.
"Are you alright?" She asked in concern.
"I'm fine, just watch the festival," The Doctor responded. It was clear that Donna didn't believe him, but she didn't stop him as he made his way back to the TARDIS. He let himself in closing the door behind him before collapsing to the floor of the TARDIS. All of his joy over being at the festival was gone as he once more wondered if he had made the right decision. Placing a hand on his stomach, he closed his eyes as he tried not to remember.
-DW-
He had been on his own. Jack had gone back to Torchwood, while Martha was starting at UNIT. That was alright, though. He could handle being on his own, even if he did tend to make mistakes when there was no one he trusted to stop him. He never thought about the consequences as he rushed headfirst into danger. If he died, he would be reunited with his people, while if he somehow managed to live he would just continue to fight another day. Strangely enough, he hadn't been looking for trouble when he had gone to Arcutan to relax. He wandered down the street enjoying the small shops that lined the unpaved streets. He ate an apple-like fruit that was only grown on the planet before trying one of the smoked fish that was a local delicacy. As the evening progressed, he made his way into one of the small restaurants going to the bar. While he wasn't a fan of alcohol Arcutan was known for their gin and he wanted to sample everything the planet had to offer. It was then that he had made his first mistake, though he didn't know it at the time. No, he would only realize it come morning.
"My head," he moaned as he opened his eyes. The bright lights in the room let him know immediately that he wasn't aboard the TARDIS like he originally thought but lying in the soft blankets of a hotel room. He stretched, feeling a soreness in his body that wasn't completely familiar. Sitting up, the blankets fell down revealing his bare chest. He looked around the room finding his clothes laying on the floor. Getting quickly to his feet, he scrambled to get dressed. As he was finishing buttoning up his shirt, the door to the bathroom opened and a man with light blue skin entered the room.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," The man told him happily.
"What did you do to me?" the Doctor questioned him angrily. The man looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't place how he knew him. The man didn't seem concerned, though, by the fact that the Doctor didn't remember him. He sat down naked on the bed, facing the Doctor.
"I just gave you what you wanted, John," The man answered. The Doctor didn't bother to answer him, as he picked up his shoes and ran out the door. It was only once he was back on the TARDIS, that he allowed himself to break. While he wanted nothing more than to shower, he instead forced himself to the medi-bay stripping himself of his clothes. With shaking hands he cleaned himself up putting his pants and the rags into a drawer on the TARDIS. He then took blood running them through the TARDIS databanks. The blood showed what he feared. The man had drugged him, before using his body. It had taken most of his strength not to just collapse on the floor of the TARDIS as he stumbled his way to the shower. He washed his body throughly, just wanting to rid himself of all evidence of what happened, but little did he know, that night was only the beginning.