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"Stop!" The Doctor could hear Sarah's cry through the pain of the taser. It was backfiring, causing him intense pain instead of only incapacitating the Time Lord, as it was supposed to work on humans. He could tell that the pain went on for more than five seconds, maybe a minute, before the effect finally wore off. Unable to get to his feet, the Doctor simply lay there on the ground, letting out a long, low moan of pain.

"Tell me where you're from, you liar," Don grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him back up. Afraid that his legs would give way, the Doctor held on to a table for support, his gaze lowered. Still, he didn't intend to give away the name of his home planet , nor the location, any time soon.

"No..." Only a mumble escaped the Time Lord, unable to manage a tone louder than that. He looked up to see Sarah's concerned gaze, and he blinked at her, in a feeble attempt to convince her that he was all right. Before either of them had time to exchange words, though, Don, still holding the Doctor by the collar, punched him hard in the stomach.

He fell once again to the ground, legs buckling under him, as a series of kicks was rained on him. Unable to even shield his face from any blows due to the handcuffs, the Doctor could only lay helpless on the ground as he turned into a punching, or rather, kicking bag, for the Torchwood worker.

"Stop it!" Sarah glared up at Don, wishing that she could've slapped him there and then for abusing her companion. Instead, she was rewarded with a hard slap across the face, before the man returned to kicking the Doctor. After a few more minutes of cries of pain from the Time Lord, the Torchwood man lost interest, and as a warning not to repeat that again, he tasered the man on the floor, leaving him in pain as he slammed the door shut.

"Are you alright?!" The journalist dropped to her knees beside the Doctor, after the pain from the taser subsided. His teeth were clenched, and it was obvious that he was in a state of agony. After a few minutes of silence, Sarah Jane looked at the door, and reported, "It's locked from the outside. I think they're coming back for us."

"Don't... tell..." He panted, fixing his dark blue gaze on the girl in front of him. She didn't know exactly what he meant about not telling, but assumed that it was the weird... police box that she was in. Before the Doctor could tell her anything else, the door was violently kicked open, and Sarah dragged out, kicking and screaming, not wanting to be separated from her friend.

Don came into the Doctor's line of sight once again, this time with Tamara with him, and a group of five, fully-armed soldiers. Instantly he could tell this wasn't going to be anything good. "Take him to the interrogation room," The woman ordered the soldiers.

Oh great, The foggy thought formed in his mind as he was half-dragged, half-supported to a room. If they couldn't scan and find out what species he was, they could certainly torture him into telling them. The room itself was bleak like the cell - dark brown brick with stone floor, and a small, barred window near the top. There was no table, but with a small gulp of nervousness, the Doctor noticed that there were chains bolted to the wall.

"So tell me then, alien, what species are you?" Don settled down into a chair in front of him. There was a switch in his hand - for what reason the Time Lord couldn't fathom, and the latter was secured into the manacles. Something wasn't quite right... the switch had to serve some purpose.

"For the thousandth time, I'm not telling you!" The Doctor was starting to recover from the effects of the taser, speaking with his own brand of defiance. His dark blue gaze met challengingly with the hazel one across the room, each daring the other to break their resolve.

"Alright then, don't tell me," The man continued in a sing-song voice, flicking the switch nonchalantly. At once, a searing electric pain coursed through the Doctor's body, hurting him worse than when the Daleks tried to steal his memories or the time Commander Maxil shot him. He uselessly writhed from the pain, trying to fight it off, but it was useless.

Finally, Don flicked the switch back off, leaving the Time Lord panting and only being kept from falling because of the chains. Still, he stared back up at the Torchwood worker, determined not to give away where he was from, for he was sure that they would definitely try to invade Gallifrey or something of the sort.

"Tell me... what date it is," The Doctor panted still, reeling from the pain of the electrical device. If only he had stopped to check the TARDIS co-ordinates! A wave of guilt washed over him as he thought about the trouble Sarah Jane was in, all because of him. He braced himself to go through that all over again, but before Don had the chance to flick the switch, another alien was brought into the room. The Doctor's heart(s) sank as he recognized it.

It was a Silurian.