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Coulson and Skye rushed up to the unconsious man.
"I'll get his arms, you get his legs." said Coulson.
"Okay" answered Skye.
"Be careful, don't hurt him." Simmons ran up to help the two of them, and together, they half walked, half dragged the Doctor to Fitz and Simmons' lab. They layed him on the table.
"Leave me and Fitz here, we can patch him up." said Simmons.
"Make sure he is functionable in 3 hours, we need to question him." said Coulson.
"Sir, with respect, I don't think it is a very good idea to give him such a small amount of time, I mean, he has suffered many injuries, and-"
"It doesn't matter. The...vehicle...he had is clearly unearthly. We need to know how he obtained it, and what he might have been doing with it." said Coulson.
"I agree with him Simmons, did you see how the blue box just materialized in here?" asked Fitz.
"Fine, but I am telling you, this is not a good idea."
"Just do it." Coulson, May, Skye, and Ward exited the lab.
"Jemma, I am going to get some readings from the box-thing. Are you fine to patch him up on your own?" asked Fitz.
"Yes, Fitz, I am a doctor you know."
"Right, well good luck with that."
"Yea.." said Fitz, absent-mindly as he stared at the box. It gave him an odd feeling. It felt like it couldn't physically be there, but there it was! He strode towards it, gathering various pieces of equipment on his way over.
Well then...though Simmons, let us patch you up now. She looked at the scrawny looking man. His brown hair was ruffled into a mess, probably from the chaos he had just expierienced. Had he been only in that small box, he should have died. That didn't explain what looked like a piece of railing enloged in his side. Blood was still pouring slowely but surely out of the wound. She carefully removed the metel from the man's side, and then cleaned it. She stopped the bleeding. She quickly alligned his shoulder, and from this, a moan escaped the skinny man's mouth. His pulse was very abnormal, but she didn't have time to examine this more. She finished stitching his side, and attempting to allign his very broken ribcage, and then she picked up a roll of bandages. She wrapped it around his mid-area, until there were no bandages left. She had worked quickly, and was done in 45 minutes. She could have done a bit better on the stiches, but Coulson hadn't given her enough time, and the man needed rest.
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After an 45 minutes of cleaning, tending, and stitching the man's wounds, Simmons was exhausted. She pressed a button. "Coulson, he's all patched up, would you like me to take samples? His pulse and heartbeat are really abnormal, and I would like to examine it further."
"Let's get him to the holding cell, he needs to get some rest. After he wakes up, we can question him, and then you take the samples." said Coulson, through the intercom.
"Okay, can you get someone to help bring him up?"
"Ya, Ward is on his way down."
She grapped a a grey shirt and put it on over the man's bare chest. She also replaced his singed trousers with a pain of grey sweat pants.
Ward arrived, and together, they got him into the room in the middle of the ship.
The Doctor woke up in what seemed to be a holding cell. His stomach and his side felt like it was on fire. He tried to sit up, but got felt a sharp pain race through his body, so he decided to stay laying down. He was in a grey t-shirt, and some matching sweat pants. He felt under his shirt. There seemed to be bandages lining up his entire abdominal area. His arm still hurt like hell, but it seemed to have already partially healed.
Where am I? He looked around. He was lying in a cot, so not the worst place to be. There was a table with a chair on either side. There was a "hidden door," but he clearly saw it. There was a camera in the top left corner of the room. So they were watching him. The interior wall design reminded him of his TARDIS, except for the fact that the designs were hexagons on the walls rather than circles. Where was his TARDIS now? He knew that there was no way anyone could get inside it. He closed his eyes and felt the vibration coming from under his cot. He was still on the plane. How long had he been asleep? Where were they going? All these questions ran through his mind. It was driving him crazy. There were so many possibilities of what could happen from then on.
There were footsteps in the hallway just outside of the cell. The Doctor closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. The door opened.
"Stop pretending your asleep, we saw you in the cameras, you're awake." said Ward, as he walked in behind Coulson.
The Doctor let out a groan, and attempted to sit up again. He ignored the pain, and climbed to his feet. Unfortunately, the Doctor was weaker than he thought, and promptly collapsed immediately.
"Son of a bitch..." said Coulson, as he and Ward together picked up the Doctor, and gently placed the Doctor into the chair.
"Now please sir, we do not want any trouble." Coulson said this as he sat in the chair opposite of the Doctor. The table separated them. Ward stood a few feet away from the Doctor, making sure that the Doctor doesn't "try anything."
"Are you okay?" asked Coulson.
The Doctor was still a bit dazed, and, of course, in pain, but he nodded his head "yes," for he didn't want to show any weakness.
"Well okay then, let's make this process as easy as possible." Coulson pulled out a clipboard containing some papers. "Who are you?"
"I am the Doctor." stated the Doctor.
"What is your name?"
"The Doctor, or Doctor, if we're good friends." said the Doctor in a jokingly manner.
Coulson did crack a smile at that, but immediately replaced it with a serious face.
"No, but really, what is your name?"
"Doctor."
"Doctor who?"
The Doctor smiled at that. "That's just what I go by: Doctor."
"Whatever, we'll come back to that later. What is-"
"I have a question for you, why am I being held captive here and questioned, if it was your people who hit my ship, and injured me!?" asked the Doctor.
"Well, as far as our head tech guy is concerned, the 'ship' of yours is unearthly, meaning alien, and we just want to know where you got it, and what you were planning to do with it."
"What I was gonna do with it?"
"Also, that accent of yours, are you British? Because if you are than we may need to involve an entirely different set of authorities on this situation."
The Doctor was exasperated. "Well, not exactly."
"And what does that mean?"
At this point the Doctor was getting angry. What have I done to get to this place? Is this payback for what I did to Donna? No. No that was the right thing to do. The Doctor continued thinking to himself, and completely forgot that there were two agents in the room with him.
"Sir, do you have an answer to this question?" asked Coulson
The Doctor snapped back to reality.
"Uh, no. Who did you say you were again? I mean, this is definitely not UNIT."
"We never said who we were actually." Coulson paused, and looked at Ward. Ward scratched the back of his ear and looked back at Coulson. He mouthed, UNIT?. Coulson looked back at the Doctor. "How about this, you tell us something about yourself, or this...UNIT, and we'll tell you who we are."
"Have you really not heard of UNIT?"
Coulson said nothing.
"It stands for Unified Intelligence Taskforce. They protect the world from alien threats."
"Anything else?"
"Well, that is their main goal. They minimize threats, keep the citizens safe, etc."
"Okay, well how about you?"
"You said you would tell me who you were."
"We can't with out information."
"I just gave you some! So you tell me who you are. I have done absolutely nothing to anger your...organization...in any way, I have done as you asked. I am in major pain. You will tell me who you are, or you won't be getting another peep from me!" The Doctor was fuming at this point.
"Fine then. We are SHIELD."
A/N: Again, thanks for reading. The next chapter will be better. It involves the discovery of who the doctor actually is. Yep. Leave a BEAUTIFUL review...or a good review, or a bad review, or review containing constructive critisism, I don't know, but you get it :) Yes, well...ya nothin else to say :)