Oh wow, when did I last work on this? Oh…a year ago. Heh…well here's another chapter! I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood.


Where the Doctor is elusive, Rene is a brat, and Jack is an adult


I've met many doctors in my day. Surgeons, cardiologists, immunologists, ophthalmologists, psychiatrists, pediatricians, and more, but I have never met a doctor who had the guts to go around calling himself THE Doctor, as if all the others were fakes, or copycats. The awkwardness I had felt a mere second ago melted into a steely resolve. I was still quite upset by the tracker, and I was done with Jack's games.

I frowned at the Doctor, returning the critical gaze he was throwing my way with my own bout of distrust.

"Oh what Jack," I sighed, not taking my eyes off the strange man. "One Doctor wasn't enough?" I asked, gesturing my tracker clad hand to Owen, who was still passed out on the floor. "I said I wanted information, not a medical exam. You promised." I accused.

Jack only chuckled. I didn't dare look at him, and his impossible, puke inducing absoluteness. I just kept my eyes on the Doctor, who hadn't stopped staring at me.

I took a step toward the man, making it a point to radiate power with my body stance and my aura. "I didn't read about you in Torchwood's files, so I assume you're, what, Unit? Maybe MI5?" I accused, returning the man's critical stare.

"You assumed wrong." The Doctor said, taking a step toward annoyed interrogator like exterior melted immediately, I wanted to take a step back, but I held my ground. The Doctor was…off. He was in a word, inhuman.

Perhaps I should explain. I have a certain power about me. I can manipulate the emotions of the room around me and effect people on a psychic level. If I focus, I can make the strongest of humans cower and hide with my mere presence. It's a nifty little trick that has gotten me out of thousands of situations. But here's the thing, if my aura was equated to the sun, the Doctor's was equated to Sirius, the Dog Star, a celestial body which is approximately 20 times brighter than Earth's sun.

"Well then, who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my nerve.

"Just the Doctor." The man cracked a smile, and produced a small gadget. He scanned me with it, it made a soft humming sound. "And you are…" He studied the device. "Definitely not human. And…oh, very interesting. Hmm." He spoke with a mix of confusion and almost taunting giddiness. "It seems you were right, Jack. Well anyway, goodbye, I have much more important things to do then sit around with you lot." He began to walk toward the blue box.

"W-wait." I felt disoriented, and I followed him a few paces. "Do you…know what I am?"

"Oh yes, absolutely." The man said matter-of-factly, "Bye." He opened the door to the box.

"Hey!" I stepped into the box with him. As I did, the tracker on my wrist began to beep, loudly, but I wasn't paying much attention to that, because the inside of the box was…huge. It was warm, and alive, and I could almost feel the history and energy in every corner of the vast sparling room. My mind began to whirl, this was more advanced technology then I had seen at any of the major government bases. This man, this strange man knew who I was. He was perhaps my last chance.

The Doctor looked somewhat annoyed, but it was hard to tell his emotions under his glasses. He grabbed my shoulders and steered me out of the box, back into the cold, cramped hallways. Jack looked on, a slight smirk on his face, but he didn't intervene. The tracker stopped beeping the second we exited the box.

The Doctor leaned forward, and as he did, I heard a voice, his voice, speak in my head. 'I'll make you a deal.' He began, 'If you can get out of this situation alone, I'll tell you everything you need to know. Call this a test.' With that he let me go. "Bye." He said again, rather rudely, before taking a single step back into his box and closing the door in my face.

For a second, I just stared. He knew who I was. Then the bewilderment, confusion, and quite frankly anger kicked in.

The police box began to fade in and out of existence. It looked as if it were teleporting away. Nope, I was not going to let that happen.

"DOCTOR!" I yelled, throwing myself to the outside of the box and holding on tight.

The box didn't stop fading, but before I could go anywhere with it, I felt a hand grab my shirt collar and pull me back. Jack. I kicked against him but it was no use. My new body wasn't exactly equipped to fight. In an instant the box was gone, along with my chances to learn who I was.

"He, he, HE JUST LEFT!" I said, upset to say the least.

Jack let me go. "That's the Doctor for you." He sighed. He looked me over up and down, perhaps accessing if I posed any threat to him. From his expression, I figured, that he figured, that I wasn't a threat. This annoyed me. I was totally a threat! "How's this," he began, "if you wake Owen up, I'll call Gwen and ask her to bring food for us. We can discuss things over takeout."

"And if I refuse?" I said sharply, pulling away from Jack and crossing my arms like a petulant child.

"Then I'll put you in a holding cell." Jack shrugged.

My skin crawled at that. "Fine." I spat. I went to where Owen was and knelled by him, not taking my eyes off jack. I put one hand on Owen's forehead.

I could have done a lot of things to wake Owen up. I could have slowly guided him to the surface of his consciousness, helping him to feel awake and relaxed. I could have given him a quick command to wake up, which would be a bit jarring, sure, but nothing unpleasant. But I was upset, and I had a bad habit of taking things out on others when I was upset, especially since the body change.

I conveyed to him 2 simple words though Owen's thoughts. 'Stop breathing.' For a second, he did, his low steady breaths stopped and he lied completely still. This went on for 10 seconds, and then, basic human instinct kicked in.

He gasped in for air, sitting up in a cold sweat and opening his eyes wide, immediately back in the world of the waking. I watched him as his breathing leveled out once more. He was awake, and in the end, that was all Jack had asked for.

"There." I said with a bitchy cadence to my words. I stood. "Can we go now?"

Jack helped Owen to his feet. Neither of the men looked all that happy with me. I didn't care. I needed to leave this place, now. Going quietly had been a terrible idea.

"Ya, we can go." Jack had a rare hint of irritation to his voice. "Owen, I'll meet you in the hub." He shooed a confused Owen from the hallway. "Rene, come with me." There was a darkness to his tone that was unsettling. He grabbed my hand. His impossible absoluteness washed over me. I felt dizzy.

He began guiding me away from the hub, into the depths of Torchwood.

I knew I was in trouble.

"Rene," jack began, "Did anyone tell you that playing with people like that is wrong?" Jack asked.

"Uh…there's been some debate on the issue." I began, wondering if I should pull my hand away, but feeling like that would make things worse. Instead I said, "Where are we going?"

"Well, you may not know this, but I have a daughter. And as a kid, when she acted up, I would send her to timeout."

I realized where he was going with this immediately. "I'm not a kid though!" I protested. "I'm nearly a century old!"

"Then act your age." Jack said flatly.

We walked through a gate and entered a hallway full of containment cells. I saw creatures sitting in corners of the cells. Some eyed me hungrily, other's seemed disillusioned by my presence. I felt trapped once more. Could I leave? In desperation I reached out to try and at least get a read on jack's mind, but he had shields up. His grip was strong. The hallways were underground and well-guarded.

We came to an empty cell and Jack walked me in. Was I shaking again?

"Timeout." Jack said simply before walking out of the cell and closing the door behind me. "I'll be back with food in a bit." He explained, from the other side of the door. "Think about what you've done, and maybe you can leave." With that, he walked away.

I stood in the center of the cell, shocked and embarrassed.

I had messed up.

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