- - - - - -Martha Jones- - - - - -

It had been two months since she had started to look for the Doctor and she was beginning to lose hope. She had been on her way to work and had discovered a phone box where it hadn't been the day before. She had rushed in excitedly to greet her friend only to find he wasn't there. A week passed and he still hadn't returned. She knew something must be wrong for him just to leave the Tardis behind. So not knowing who else she could trust she had turned to Jack and his Torchwood team. He didn't seem as concerned at first, but he had helped her chase lead after lead to try and find their friend, But all leads were dead ends.

After a month of looking she could tell he was as concerned as she was even if he never said it, and he pushed the team to look even harder and that is what had brought them to the warehouse outside of London. The place looked abandoned as she and Jack pulled up to the building.

"Are you sure about this, Jack, the place looks empty?" she asked him.

"Looks can be deceiving Martha." and he got out of the van.

They drew there guns and entered the building, Jack leading the way. They went to room after room finding nothing. Finally they headed down to the basement. There they found a short hallway with a single door at the end.

"Locked," He said and began to try to crack the code. "This is going to be impossible."

"How impossible," Martha asked, curious of what could be down here.

"Give me five minutes."

It took longer then five minutes but finally the door opened. Martha gagged as the smell hit her and covered her mouth with her coat. They entered the room and she did throw up. There in the middle of the room was a man hanging unconscious from the ceiling. He was covered in blood and dirt from head to toe and his back and legs were crisscrossed with welts and deep gashes. He had a thick brown beard and long brown hair.

"I think he's dead," Jack said, his coat pulled up over his nose as well.

Martha went over to the man and gently put her fingers to his neck. "He has a pulse, but it's weak." She said to Jack. "Who would do this?

"I don't know." He came over and together they got the man down and laid him gently on the floor.

"We need to get him to the hospital," She told Jack.

"We can't Martha," Jack said sadly.

"Why not, he's hurt?" Martha was shocked at his cold heartedness.

"Because it's the Doctor."

"No, that's not him." Martha said turning away.

"Look at him," Jack grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face the man laying on the floor. She looked at his feet first and then scanned her eyes up his body, until she got to the face. She turned to Jack and grabbed him crying. Jack pushed her away though. "Martha, there will be time for tears later, right now we have to help him."

He laid his long coat on the floor and Martha helped him gently lay the Doctor on his stomach on top of the coat and then Martha took her coat off and laid it on top of him. Together they carried him slowly up to the van. When they got to the van, they sat him down for a moment while Jack laid the backseat down.

As gently as they could, they put him into the back and then Martha sat with him, while Jack sped back to Torchwood and radioed ahead for Owen and Ianto to be ready.

They reached the hub and Jack and Ianto quickly carried the Doctor into the hub and down to the medical center. Owen tried to tell Martha that he could take care of the Doctor but she wouldn't listen. So together they set to work.

He was severally dehydrated and Martha feared that if they had even been a few hours later, it would have been too late. Washing off the blood they found he was covered in bruises and they had to break and reset several bones in his right arm and both legs. They worked long into the night to stabilize him.

She sat down and looked at the man laying in the bed. Both legs were now in cast and they had him on his stomach since his back was covered with a bandage and she could count his ribs that were showing. She had hooked up an IV to hydrate him and wished she could give him blood too. Now all they could do was wait.

It had been three weeks since they had found him and he was still unconscious. Martha had barely left his side during those three weeks. She knew that his body was healing but she didn't know what she would be dealing with mentally when he came back. She had read every book she could get her hands on about mental health and dealing with people who had been tortured but she didn't know if any of the methods would work on a Timelord.

She sat in the chair reading A Tale of Two Cities out loud to him, as he had once mentioned he loved Charles Dickens. She looked over the book at him as the chapter came to a close and saw his eyes quickly close.

"Doctor," She said softly. "Doctor it's me Martha. You're safe." She looked at him hopefully but his eyes remained closed. She picked up the book and began to read to him again.

- - - - - - -The Doctor- - - - - -

He had woken up to the sound of someone talking to him, he couldn't make out the words at first and then realized that it was a book. He didn't understand, was he being rewarded for something. He was laying on a bed and the last time he had been laying on a bed... No he didn't want to think about that.

He opened his eyes slowly and saw that she was concentrating on the book. She peered over the book, and he quickly closed his eyes again but it was too late she had seen him. "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid." he told himself. Now he was going to be punished. They normally didn't let him sleep so long and now they were rewarding him and he had blown it. He waited for the beating to come but instead he heard her talk to him softly and tell him he was safe.

But he wasn't safe. No one was coming to rescue him. He was going to die here and nobody would ever know. He laid still as she started to read again. He was thirsty but he knew asking for water made it even longer before he got it. So he lay there and listened to her read and waited for her to leave.