Part 4

I started to regain consciousness.

The bright lights made me want to keep my eyes closed but I forced them open anyways.

I was on a bed in a cell made of concrete and glass. The draft suggested that it was under ground.

I remembered my hand and lazily raised my arm over my face. I unhooked my from the cuff hole and slid the sleeve back. Golden dust shook from the fabric and residue floated into the air. My second degree burns had become first degree burns.

That's when I heard foot steps.

I, quickly, slid my sleeve back down and started rubbing my eyes, acting like I had just woken up.

I, lazily, rolled my head toward the sliding glass door and found the Captain standing there, with his arms crossed.

"Have a nice nap?"

"Bugger off."

He chuckled at my half-hearted insult attempt before I asked, "What time is it?"

He looked at his watch and stated, matter-of-factly, "6:02 p.m."

I looked at him in disbelief but, when he nodded, I knew it was the truth. Then, I asked, "What was in that syringe?"

"That's not important."

"What is?"

"You answering my questions."

"Piss off."

"Look, I can make things easy on you if you just cooperate. If you don't, I can bring in someone else who's not so nice."

I closed my eyes, still exhausted from the drug, and said, "Read my lips; Do. Your. Worst."

"You asked for it." And with that he walked off.

…

How long was I in there?

Hours.

And, not only had they nicked my Sonic Spray Can, but my iPod and cell phone as well. So it was hour after hour after hour of pure and utter boredom.

I, eventually, got to the point where I was just meditating on my bed, trying to think of a way out.

Suddenly, two pairs of feet stop in front of my cell door.

I cracked my eyes open.

Surprise.

The Doctor was standing there with Captain Jack.

"Hello, Vespera."

I just looked at the Captain and said, "I tell you to do your worst and this is what you give me?"

They both chuckled before the Captain asked, "Are you sure you can handle her?"

"No, but that's what will make this interesting. Open the door."

The Captain typed in a code on the key pad just outside my cell, and, with that the glass door slid open.

"Oh, finally!" I made a beeline for the door. Naturally, as my escape chances were as thins as possible, the Captain and the Doctor hooked their arms through mine and shoved me back into the cell.

The Doctor walked in and looked at me with a hard smirk, saying, "You're not getting out. I'm coming in."

With that, Captain Jack closed the door behind the Doctor and walked off.

I smirked at the Doctor and asked, "Are you sure about getting into a cell with a woman you know absolutely nothing about?"

His smirk widened and he said, "Give me a little time and I'll be in a cell with a woman that I know absolutely everything about."

My smirk dropped and became glare. I walked up and touched my left shoulder to his right before asking, "Is that a threat?"

The Doctor's smirk, also, dropped, and met my glare with a straight face. "A promise."

I digested the answer, scoffed and said, "Don't make promises you can keep." I walked on by him towards my cell door, leaning against it with my right arm over my head.

"How's this for a promise I can't keep; I'm the only one who can get you out of here. One word from me and Jack will let you go. All you have to do is answer a few questions."

"Now that's a threat."

"No, it's not."

"Blackmail is a threat."

"But a condition is not."

"Yeah, well, screw that. Give me a little time and I'll find a way out of here on my own."

"And if you do, what then? You're in an under ground base with the five people who put you in this cell, and each and every one of them are armed. Add me and my friends to that and you have eight people who are determined to keep you in here unless we get some answers. Even if you get out of the cell, how are you going to get out of the base? And, even if you could get out of the base, all of your possessions are in custody; face it, Vespera. You're helpless."

At that point, I snapped.

I whipped around and grabbed him by his jacket and pushed him up against the back wall, glaring up into his eyes. Right when I was about to give him a few good threats of my own, I noticed something. His eyes were calm. Not even a hint of surprise in them. But he wasn't expecting me to get violent; I could tell. It was as if he was… testing me.

Give me a little time and I'll be in a cell with a woman that I know absolutely everything about.

'I may refuse to answer questions… but every word I say and every move I make can still reveal things about me.'

I took deep breathes and, slowly, let go of his jacket. I backed up and turned back to the door, refusing to let him read my eyes.

I head his clothes rustling around (probably straightening his bow tie) and then I heard him plop down on my bed.

Awkward silence fell over us. I almost preferred his babbling to the silence. It didn't help that I felt his eyes on me, not looking away for even a moment.

I was getting a wee bit unsettled so I closed my eyes and told myself to calm down and not show my uneasiness. I imagined my world; the world that always calmed me down. A world with no day; just a moonless night with a million diamonds in the sky. A world of water. A world with roses and lilies growing in the water. A world where I can walk on the water and sleep on a bed of roses.

"What's that around your neck?"

I snapped my eyes open.

While I was thinking of my world, I had, subconsciously, started fingering the watch that hung around my neck. A gift from my father and a memento of the good old days. The problem was, my father and the Doctor were good friends. If the Doctor saw the watch, everything I had planned would be ruined.

"… Nothing."

I heard him stand up. "Liar."

"You're one to talk."

"Let me see it."

"No."

That's when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"GET OFF ME!"

I slapped his hand away and stepped away from him.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, trying to read one another's toughts.

Judging from what his eyes said, I had displayed to much about myself again. And I promised I wouldn't make that mistake again.

I marched over to my bed and plopped down on my left side, facing the dank wall.

Silence fell over us again.

"You know, I'm a very patient man. I can wait as long as I need to."

'Gallifrey, help me.'