Author's Note: This chapter does contain torture. Just warning you now. :P

"The Doctor is... My real name..." Rose read his lips, for he was speaking too quietly for her to hear now.

"Wrong answer," The voice said, lowering the knife onto the Doctor.

Pain. Sudden, immense, unbearable pain. The only thing that mattered in the entire galaxy at that moment was the pain he felt. Imagine two large boulders smashing against you from either side, and then forget that.

Because this was so much worse.

How a simple ape-made knife could cause so much pain to a member of his species he had no idea. But the figure whose face he couldn't see dug the knife into his shoulder, stopping at nothing. The Doctor knew he could regenerate if absolutely necessary, but would the pain just continue? He was trapped here, naked, strapped to a chair, and completely and utterly helpless.

He heard a scream, one that wasn't his own. It was Rose. His pure undeniable fear melted away quickly. "Where is she?" He growled, staring at his captor who was holding the knife. The figure slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the knife from his shoulder. The Doctor grunted loudly, staring at the trail of blood that was falling down his arm.

"RELEASE HIM! YOU'RE HURTING HIM! LET HIM GO!" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes blinded by fury.

It was almost impossible for her to understand how in five minutes she had gone from teasing him with her naked body to watching him be tortured and interrogated.

"Lower the wall," The figure in front of her said in an annoying mono-tone.

The glass wall separating the Doctor from seeing Rose faded away. Immediately he tried to stop his tears and his noises of pain and growled again at the figure that was still holding the knife across the room. "Rose... I'm sorry..." He stared into her brown eyes.

"If you answer a question incorrectly, Subject Two will be harmed," The figure spoke to Rose. "What is his name?"

"His name is the Doctor," Rose said uncomfortably, already aware of the question that would follow. She glanced over at him for any sign of what she should do, but all she saw was his fear and unbearable pain.

"What is it's real name?"

"I don't know, you can scan my brain, do whatever, I seriously don't know!" Rose retorted, spit flew from her mouth as she spoke the last two words carefully.

"Subject One shows honesty," The creature said to her. Rose thought she noticed a hint of amusement in the usually boring voice.

"Release him," She hissed.

"What is it's planet of origin?"

Rose glanced over at the Time-Lord for permission and he nodded as much as he could with the restraint around his neck. "Gallifrey," She spoke.

"Confirmed. What is it's species?"

"He's a Time-Lord, and when we're released you'll each individually pay for hurting him and me. Guaranteed," She put her feet up on the table, casually.

"Confirmed. Do you have a sexual relationship with it?" The voice asked.

"No, why do you ask?" She stared up at the ceiling, pretending to be uninterested in all that was going on around her.

"Sexual arousal was detected in the cell of Subjects One and Two. Subject One is lying. Punish Subject Two."

"No!" Rose screamed, leaping out of the chair and attacking the figure, even though it was of no use. She tried to run towards the Doctor, but as she suspected there was a clear force field preventing her. "You can't hurt him! Stop! He'll regenerate!"

But the knife was already inserted deep into the Doctor's other shoulder, and he screamed out in pain. His eyes shut tighter than Rose had ever seen them, and his face and pants were soaked with tears. But, instead of pulling the knife out this time, his captor held it in, lowering it even further very slowly. "What is your name?" It demanded of him.

"It's... It's..." The Doctor grunted and managed to open his eyes and look at Rose for a second, who was kicking and screaming and fighting the force field and the monster that was with her. Orange light began flowing around the Doctor's hands and feet. "No... I can't regenerate..." He breathed and the light went away.

"Regenerate," The voice commanded, digging the knife into the Time-Lords's body even deeper, if that was possible.

"I won't regenerate... I can't..."

"Subject Two is lying. What is your name?"

"Bah..." The Doctor stared at the blood that was now flowing onto both of his wrists. His eyes rolled back and his body relaxed as he passed out.

"Subject Two has lost conciousness. Take them to the cell." The knife was removed from his arm, the blade drenched in his blood.

Rose was led roughly by her arms back to the cell. The Doctor was being carried behind her and she struggled to try and reach him. They were both placed in their cell and she immediately ran up to him and examined his wounds. She had nothing to tend to him with, not even clothes, so she just brushed his hair out of his face and whispered to him. "Doctor? Doctor, wake up. It will be okay, they won't hurt you again, I won't let them. Alright? Just wake up... Please, please, wake up..." Rose felt his hearts and they were both working although their usually fast beating was slowed. Her tears dripped onto his neck.

His eyes blinked open after a few minutes, and with a groan he tried to stand up right away. "Rose..." The Doctor's vision was unbelievably blurred and standing in front of him were four beautiful naked Roses.

"Hey, lay down," She commanded quietly, helping him rest his head back on the hard blood-stained floor.

"You're..." He stuttered with his words, the Time-Lord couldn't think clearly at all. The usual part of his brain that would make him stand up, run around the cell, find a way out, and save Rose wasn't exactly working. So he just murmured the first thing that entered his mind. "Pretty." He passed out.

A few minutes later the Doctor's companion had had enough. "Please, can you just give me bandages or a pain-killer or something?!" Rose yelled at the glass. She heard a deep moan from behind her and rushed to the Doctor's side, feeling his forehead.

He blabbered a string of slurred words and reached his hand towards his shoulder. "The bloods gone," He smiled a little.

Rose stared at him with a deep concern, he was going delirious. His blood was definitely still there although the bleeding had stopped somewhat. "Sleep, okay? Just rest, please."

"You're crying," He whispered, trying to reach a hand towards her face.

"Yes I am," She smiled at him and kissed his forehead.