Ok, first of all I am SO SO sorry I didn't update earlier. I have had a very busy few months and also had major writers block. I hope you guys like this chapter, as I was up until 2am just planning it. (This was going to be two chapters, but I decided to turn it into one, otherwise it would have been far too short.)

Ok, just had to correct the mistakes in this chapter...so...

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who -cries- but I do own Richards.


A tall man was stood in a room filled with various monitors on a large wall. There was a large monitor in the centre of the wall. It showed a dark corridor, with a number of prison cells running down the length of it. One of the cell doors was open. A guard was forcing someone, a man, out of it.

The tall man watched as the man they had captured was taken out of his cell, and forced to walk. The tall man looked on in amusement as the man didn't move, and saw the guard prod him. His eyes narrowed when he collapsed to the floor.

Slowly, he pulled a grey communication device out of his pocket. He pressed a button and spoke into it.

"Richards, what is the prisoner's condition?" he said, looking up at the monitor.

"Well, the bloody idiot's just fallen unconscious again." Richards replied, looking down at the Doctor, who was still lying face down on the floor.

"Take him to the interrogation room. I wish to speak with him when he awakens." With that, he put the communication device in his pocket, and turned to leave the room.

Before he left the room however, he turned to another guard that was in the room. He muttered something to the guard, who nodded and left the room. The man then turned back to the monitor, and watched Richards drag the Doctor down the corridor. He then turned once more, and left the room.


Five minutes later he entered the interrogation room. Walking to one of the many cupboards, he slowly opened one of the doors and began taking various items out.

He turned as the door handle turn, and he saw Richards dragging the Doctor in. He looked at Richards, and then nodded his head towards a vertical metal table-like structure.

Richards dragged the Doctor to the structure. He roughly forced him upright, and secured his wrists into the metal restraints that were attached to the table-like structure.

The sound of the door opening caused Richards and the man to turn round. They both smiled, and continued with their work as another guard entered. A moment later, they had gone again.

"So when are we gonna let the prisoners go?" Richards asked, turning to face the tall man, who was still preparing devices.

"As soon as we've got the information we need from them. But even then, we may not be able to release them, depending on how much they know…" he replied, a glint in his eyes.

Richards smiled, then exited the room. The other man set back to work.

A sound caught his attention. Smiling, he turned round as he heard a small groan from the prisoner.


The Doctor let out a small groan. His head hurt, and he felt slightly dizzy. He could feel something cold and metal against his back and around his wrists. Slowly, his other senses returned.

He could hear a small beeping coming from somewhere in the room. The room had a sterile smell to it, almost like a hospital. The Doctor supposed he wasn't in one of those, judging by the cold metal restraints round his wrists.

His eyes flickered open. He was in a white room, and there were several cupboards and cabinets around the room, containing a variety of bottles containing different substances.

He looked up to see a man walking towards him. The Doctor took a moment to study him. He was tall and had brown hair, which was neatly combed back. He wore dark trousers and a dark t-shirt. There was a slightly unnerving look on the man's face.

The Doctor began to struggle slightly, trying to see if there was any weakness in the restraints.

"I wouldn't bother trying to get out of those restraints," the man said, smirking at the Doctor.

A chill went down the Doctor's spine. There was definitely something different about this man…

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself? It's rude not to you know," the Doctor said, tugging at the restraints once more.

The tall man laughed. "First, I think that you need to tell me something," he said suddenly, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Tell me where you are from, and how you came to be on our planet. And, you can also tell us, who you are. We know you're not human, our bio-scans revealed that. Two hearts, quite remarkable," he continued, his voice low and dangerous.

"Surely your overgrown lizard friends would have told you who I am?" he retorted, remembering the events which had passed.

"Sadly, they were not willing to share that information. You should know that if you fail to comply, we may just have to do something to your fine lady friend," he said indicating to a point in the room.

The Doctor gasped. "Rose!" There, on the opposite side of the room, strapped to the same sort of table as the Doctor, was Rose. Her eyes were filled with fear, and her face was filled with worry.

Anger rose in the Doctor. "Let her go!" he shouted, struggling violently. He couldn't let anything happen to Rose. He'd sworn to protect her and he wasn't about to break that promise.

"Tell us the information we want and we will!" replied the tall man calmly.

"I'm not telling you anything until you tell me who you are, and what you want with us. And if you even touch Rose I swear I will-"

"We won't hurt her if you give us the information. But," he paused, turning to face the Doctor, "if you are going to give us information, I suppose you should at least know who you are talking to," he said coolly, approaching the Doctor.

The Doctor resisted the urge to kick him, not that it would do any good. He flinched slightly as the man approached. He then whispered something to the Doctor.

The Doctor turned pale, a look of fear in his eyes. He watched as the man walked to the side of the room, picking up a small black device. It had a large dial on it, and a button.

"Now, I believe you owe us some information," he said, turning his back on Rose, who was staring at the Doctor. His face was pale, and the fear was still in his eyes…what had the man said to him?

"Tell me your name," he commanded, facing the Doctor.

The Doctor couldn't think…it was impossible…he stared at the floor, not moving.

"Fine," the man said, turning to Rose. "Perhaps your friend will be more compliant."

Rose said nothing. She wasn't going to say anything. She would protect him, just like he had protected her.

"I think you'll find that you will give us the information we want," he said, pointing the black device at the Doctor. Rose swallowed.

"If you hurt him, you won't get any information from me. And you can't hurt me, cos then I can't tell you anything, and he won't tell you anything if you hurt me," she said, glaring at the man.

The man's eyes narrowed. "Is that what you think?" he said, his thumb hovering over the button on the device. "Let's see who's stronger. You, or your friend," and with that, the thumb came down on the button.

The Doctor cried out in pain as electricity coursed through his body. After a few seconds, the pain stopped. The Doctor's hearts were racing, and his breaths came in short gasps.

He saw Roses horror filled face. He then looked at his captor's face. There was a malicious smirk on it.

"Ready to tell me anything yet?" his voice was laced with venom.

"Rose, whatever he does to me, don't tell him anything!" the Doctor gasped, gritting his teeth.

Rose nodded shakily. She couldn't believe they were doing this to him.

The man's hand moved to the dial on the device. He turned it slightly, and then pointed it at the Doctor again. He pressed the button again.

This time, the Doctor screamed. The pain was greater than before. Through the pain, the Doctor lifted his head and looked at Rose. Her face had turned pale. There was a look of hopelessness in her eyes. He could see she was struggling to keep quiet.

"Rose, I'm begging you, do not tell him anything!" he yelled, his voice reflecting the pain he was feeling.

The dial turned again.

His screams grew louder. He struggled against his bonds, but they would not break.

"Leave him alone!" Rose yelled, frantic to help the Doctor.

"Give me the information."

"Rose! Don't!"

Another turn of the dial.

"Tell me."

"Please Rose, Don't!" the Doctor screamed frantically.

A turn of the dial.

"GIVE ME THE INFORMATION!"

"NO ROSE!!"

The man glared at Rose, then turned the dial again.

The pain was unbearable. The Doctor closed his watering eyes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. His screams grew more and more desperate with every passing second.

Then he heard Rose scream something that made his blood run cold.

"ROSE!!" he screamed one last time, before the pain became too great.

And then it diminished. Gasping, the Doctor slumped down as far as his restraints would allow. He could only listen as Rose began to tell the man information. He hung there limply, his head pounding, and his breathing harsh and shallow.

As he heard Rose finish, he painfully forced his eyes open. The man had gone to a table on the other side of the room. He then looked at Rose, who's eyes were filled with tears.

"Rose…" he croaked, his throat painful from the screaming.

"I'm sorry," she said, another tear falling down her face.

Slowly, the Doctor looked over at the man, who had a small bottle in one hand, syringe in the other. He filled the syringe with a substance, and approached the Doctor, a feral gleam in his eyes.

The Doctor was powerless. He was chained up, with no hope of escape. He could only watch weakly as the man rolled up one of the Doctor's sleeves, which was torn in various places.

He felt a small prick in his arm. Seconds later, he began to feel drowsy. Blackness started to creep into the corners of his vision.

"Sweet dreams, Time Lord."

The man's voice was distant. He looked up at Rose, and saw her tear stained face, her eyes reflecting guilt.

No longer able to resist, he sank into the icy grip of unconsciousness.


Ok guys, sorry to leave you on a cliffy again, and sorry for being so mean to the Doctor (It was inspired by a dream…and I had no other ideas) but -Dodges pitchfork- What is it with people throwing pitchforks at me?!

I need your help with something. As you can see, in this chapter, the villain was 'the tall man', but I never used his name…that is because I cannot think of a name…so, I need your help thinking of who the baddie can be. It has to be someone the Doctor sort of fears, as that is what happens in this chapter. Whoever comes up with the best idea will have it put into my story. Leave ideas in reviews! Then, as soon as I have chosen, I will get the next chapter done ASAP and put it up.

Have fun!