Here's chapter 4 for your enjoyment.
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The Doctor woke to a strange buzzing inside his head, it was low at first, but the longer he kept his eyes shut, the louder it seemed to become.
Finally, not being able to take it anymore, he pried each eyelid open, greeting the unfamiliar surroundings. The stark white walls greeted him, and the buzzing went away; at least there was a silver lining in this somewhere.
He tried to turn his body; however, he seemed to be held down. His wrists being constrained by metal straps, his upper torso confined the same.
The Doctor sighed in frustration; nothing was ever simple with him.
A soft moan made him look to his left, he sighed again; only this time, it was one for pure relief.
Her blue eyes met his brown ones, she blinked a couple of times, trying to get past the fuzzy feeling her head was experiencing from the effects of the injection.
"Are you alright?" He asked her, wanting to get to her, hold her.
She nodded, "Yeah, are you?"
The Doctor licked his lips, "I'm always alright." He replied without thinking of his words.
Donna smirked, "'Is "alright" special Time Lord code for "really not alright at all"'?"
The Doctor stared her, his eyes almost bulging from his head, "What did you say?"
Despite the situation they were in, she smiled fully, "I remember Doctor."
"What? Remember what?" He didn't want to get his hopes up; especially while he was exposed and nowhere to hide disappointment.
"Everything." She breathed.
The Doctor swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat, "Oh Donna." He tried to get up, but he didn't; in his instant happiness he forgot that they were bound.
"Where are we?" She asked, taking her own view of the room they were in.
He shook his head, putting aside his elation for the moment, "Sintor 59."
Donna nodded, "Right. And it seems that you have gotten us captured…again."
"Oi!" The Doctor protested, "I was trying to help."
"Humph, I just bet you were." She shot back, but there was her cheekiness below the surface of her words.
The Doctor smiled broadly, this was his Donna; managing to lighten up the dire situation they—he had placed them in. But, joking only went so far, being held without access to his sonic screwdriver; the Doctor was pretty much useless. And he wasn't only thinking of Donna, but for their child as well. He had no idea who was holding them prisoner, but he could only hope that whatever they injected them with, it didn't hurt the baby. Cause he didn't know what he would do if it did. He was stupid, which wasn't a big surprise to him, but he should have gotten Donna home first and then come back to investigate. But, then if he had done that, Donna might not have gotten her memories back.
Which was another question entirely: just how did she get them back?
"It is very easy to restore the memories that have been lost."
The Doctor looked up to the man standing in the open doorway, his long lanky body made the Doctor's physique look bulky. His gray hair streaked with piercing silver, the same color of his eyes and the sky outside.
There was no doubt to the Doctor, that the man was a Haibuli; the eyes gave it away.
His clothing was professional, black pants and black shirt, a logo on the upper right hand of his top; a triangle with two dots in the middle. It was unrecognizable to the Doctor; but he was sure it was important.
The man stepped into the room, the lighting showing off the sallow color of his skin. His mouth twisted as he continued to speak, "It is even easier when those memories belong to a cow." He looked at Donna.
Donna's eyes flashed, "What?! I know for the safety of your own life; that you did not just call me a 'cow'!"
The Doctor glared at her, "Donna." He hissed, this was not the time for her to start fights with their captor.
The man; however, chuckled softly, "Quite talkative this one." He walked over to her, not noticing the Doctor's body tense beneath the restraints.
"What's your name?" He asked quietly, but she could hear the hatred just below the surface.
She swallowed harshly, "Donna."
He nodded, the loose skin below his chin continued to jiggle long after his head stopped moving.
Donna could feel her stomach turn, and she had to use all her willpower to keep the sick down; even though she could tell that her fight with the bile was almost a losing one.
"Sannis!"
A young woman came into the room, she was middle-aged; Haibuli as well, her long sweeping black hair was piled on top of her head, her dress was black and was also sporting the same logo as the man's shirt. In her hand she carried a navy blue folder, she looked to the Doctor and at Donna before she promptly and gracefully sat down into a chair.
The man turned from the Doctor to the woman, "The cow…the human's name is Donna."
Sannis began writing down in her folder looking back up to her boss when she finished.
"Now," The man addressed the Doctor, "My name is Grimin Los, Head Director here at ITPP."
The Doctor nodded, "Well, okay then, I am the Doctor and I'm tied up here at ITPP."
Grimin smirked, "My apologies, but it seemed the Judoon were threatened by your presence."
The Doctor nodded, "Yes, well, I was wondering what crime the women the Judoon were escorting had done."
"Done?" Grimin asked, his brow rising, "They haven't done anything."
The Doctor's face tightened his eyes glancing to Donna before looking back at the older man, "What do you mean?"
Grimin shook his head, "I will answer you're questions after you answer mine." The man walked over and stood next to the makeshift bed; he towered over the Doctor, "Who are you? What are you?"
The Doctor blinked, "My name is the Doctor, I'm a Time Lord." His eyes darted towards the woman named Sannis wrote down his words as well.
"Time Lord? I thought they were all gone, with the Time war."
The Doctor kept his mouth shut, knowing that this was not a kind interrogation.
However, it was Donna that answered.
"Well, you certainly guessed that wrong." Her voice full of irritation.
The Doctor closed his eyes, as if trying to silently tell her to shut up.
Grimin turned towards Donna, he sighed slowly, it seemed that he was about to do the most unpleasant thing he had ever done in his entire life.
"Now, listen to me, co…Donna." His teeth clenched on her name, "if you do not be quiet, I'll be forced to sedate you."
It was obviously the wrong thing to say to her, Donna's eyes bulged, "Sedate me?! Ha! You listen to me Grim Reaper; you better hope that I don't get out of here, cause if I do…"
"Donna! Shut up!" The Doctor practically yelled, his panic filling his throat once more. He wanted to tell her that this as different from all the other times they found them prisoners; this time he couldn't reach her; protect her.
Donna, however; sent her death glare towards her lover, but she said nothing.
Grimin was not pleased, "That sounded like a threat to me, what about you, Sannis?"
"Yes, sir."
The Doctor's eyes darted to all the three occupants in the room, the dread surging through his body.
Donna went to open her mouth to defend herself, but closed it quickly; it was after all what had gotten her into trouble in the first place.
"No, please; she doesn't know what she's saying." The Doctor's voice said, hoping that someway his pleas would change whatever they had in mind.
Grimin turned back to the Doctor, "I'm afraid she did," He looked at Donna, "We told you to be quiet, and you didn't listen; twice. And then you threaten not only me, but my assistant as well. Such behavior will not be tolerated."
"Please," The Doctor tried again, but his pleas were ignored.
"Sannis, would you please fetch me a green bottle of 32min." Grimin ordered tersely.
The woman stood, "But, sir…"
Grimin held up his hand, silencing her, he continued to stared at Donna as he said two words.
Two words that stopped the Doctor's hearts instantly. Two words that allowed Donna to know that she certainly had a big mouth, and wished that she had more self-control.
The old man sighed, "Life terminated."
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