- - - - - -Martha Jones- - - - - -

Two more weeks had passed. He was getting better. He was answering her in simple yes and no answers but he still wouldn't acknowledge the fact he needed anything. She kept food and water near him at all times. Owen came back to help her remove his cast on his arm and legs and he closed his eyes and shut down again. She told him "Owen is helping you, you are safe." the entire time Owen was there but she didn't get an answer from him long after Owen left and she was thankful that she would be able to take care of him on her own from here. He didn't mind Jack being there but if any other members of Torchwood came with him, he immediately shut down. She made a note that she would have to get him out and observe whether this was with everybody or just certain people.

She was sitting in the chair next to his bed and he was watching her again. She didn't like to see the Timelord so quiet and still. "You'll have to talk to me sometime." He raised his eyebrows at her. "You can't stay silent forever Doctor. It's not good. You need to talk about what happened." His eyes closed. "When you're ready, not now. It's okay. I'm not going to force you to do anything you're not ready to." He left his eyes closed. She wasn't about to give up but she knew he wouldn't answer her again until his eyes opened. It was a defense he had started using, while they were still at Torchwood hub. She wondered if he had used it used with his capturers as well. She sat there and waited.

- - - - - - -The Doctor- - - - - -

He didn't like Owen being on his Tardis. He wasn't happy the man was touching him and helping Martha. He had gotten use to Martha's touch these last three week. She had to help him out quite a bit with his day to day needs. He kept his eyes closed and went limp the entire time Owen was there. He didn't acknowledge Martha again until he had been in his bed again for a couple of hours. Then he opened his eyes to look at her and saw her sitting in the arm chair across from him. She wasn't saying anything.

She noticed him staring at her. She wanted him to talk about what happened. He immediately closed his eyes again and tried to contol his breathing. He didn't want her to know how weak he had been. How he hadn't been able to fight them. All of the beatings, being chained up and whipped. The cage he was shoved into. The time he had been allowed to lay down. A shudder went through his body. She was talking again but he didn't hear anything she was saying. He was too caught up in the memories he had allowed to surface.

He felt the cold steel of the cage digging into his skin. He was forced to be on his hands and knees scrunched into a tight ball when he was in the cage. He had been too weak and surprised the first time they had shoved him into the cage to fight much. The second time they tried, he had grabbed the outside of the cage and they had broken his arm to get him into it.

He didn't notice the tears that were starting to leak down his cheeks or notice that Martha had moved until he felt her take his hand. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at her through blurry eyes.

- - - - - -Martha Jones- - - - - -

"It's okay,." Martha said, her voice near tears herself. She sat there and held his hand until he fell asleep. She let go and stood up to leave, as she approached the door, she heard him softly behind her. "Read to me," She turned and head to the chair instead. She picked up the book and looked at him. He had his eyes barely open and was watching her. She removed the bookmark and started to read. She kept reading long after his breathing evened out.