A/N: So I've been off the radar lately with all my stories due some serious curve balls Life decided to throw my way that left me not in the mood to write. But those things have been resolved and I'm back in the action here, so here is another chapter! Thanks for your patience!


The Doctor struggled against the army of soldiers and scientists that held him pinned so completely, even if he wasn't injured, he couldn't have hoped to escape them. He screamed in fury as he was lifted and slammed onto a gurney. He snarled as strap by strap, buckle by buckle, he was secured once again. Throbbing pain from the gunshot wound on his shoulder pulsed down his arm and only served to fuel his anger.

Through all of that, his eyes fell on Alice, his one remaining hope of escaping this hell. His hearts ached at the sight of her deeply saddened eyes as she watched him, but he forced that aside. Right now, he had to take a risk and hope that Alice was clever... very clever.

"You can't keep me down here forever!" The Doctor shouted. "I have friends. You know, the kind that will come looking for me when I don't show up for their birthday parties at Torchwood and UNIT! Oh yeah! I do hate to miss those parties too. They know how to have a good time, unlike you blokes."

"Somebody shut him up!" A commanding voice boomed over the commotion. "And get him out of here!"

Everyone in the TARDIS console room paused and stared at the source of the voice for one dangerous second. At the sight of Umbrella Corporation's CEO, Carl Hurst, the room became a flurry of motion as everyone jumped to finish their assigned tasks.

Friedman, Bolt, Brown and Blue surrounded the restrained Time Lord. Bolt grabbed a syringe filled with a sedative into the alien's arm and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the alien's shouts quickly dissolved into incoherent mumbling. While Bolt was a woman hardened by her work, she did not want to incur the wrath of Mr. Hurst.

The scientists, accompanied by a handful of security soldiers, carted the Doctor away as quickly as they could and they did not stop even when Mr. Hurst grabbed Doctor Friedman by the arm and pulled the man aside for what seemed to be a few stern words.

The Doctor fought the drowsiness of the drug and let his half-closed eyes linger a moment on Eric Hauff. The man wore an expression of frustration and disappointment, but those emotions were for his own selfish reasons. Nevermind him.

Then, the Doctor passed by Alice. He saw the look on her face and smiled.

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Alice watched as the Doctor was carted away by the team of scientists assigned to the Tyrant Project. She pursed her lips and clenched her fist. She had held off the security teams for as long as she could without rousing suspicion, and when she saw the Doctor actually make it inside the blue box he'd appeared in, she silently rejoiced.

Now, she couldn't help but feel helpless to offer any further aid to the Time Lord without winding up strapped to a gurney right next to him. What could she do now? She was all alone in this endeavor and she couldn't do this by herself. No, she needed help and thanks to the Doctor, she knew who she could contact for that help.

She left the TARDIS as soon as she could, but that was some fifteen minutes later. The Doctor was probably already in the testing labs of the Tyrant Project at that point. Alice knew that every minute she spent reaching out for help, was a minute closer until they injected him with the G-virus. She had no idea what Torchwood or UNIT was, but she couldn't conduct her search from the Hive. She just couldn't risk someone discovering her agenda.

Fortunately, part of her duties included maintaining her cover with Spence Parks. She and Spence played the role of a wealthy couple living in the mansion that secretly served as the entrance to the Hive. Thanks to that cover, she could come and go from the Hive as she pleased.

After a train ride up to the mansion that seemed to take forever, Alice entered the mansion. As the large mirrored doors slid closed behind her sealing away the dark secret behind them, she looked down the great hall. She listened and heard nothing but silence. Much to her relief, Spence seemed to be out.

With determination she made her way through the mansion to the garage. Her mind buzzed with a flurry of thoughts that eventually formed a plan that she felt was the best course of action. She would drive into the city, find an internet cafe and use their anonymous computers to do her search. Hopefully she would find what she was looking for before it was too late. Distracted by her thoughts, she reached out to open the door to the garage.

"Going somewhere?"

Alice gasped and involuntarily snatched her hand away from the door. She glared at the man who spoke and silently cursed the fact that she suspiciously looked like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Spence," she said and forced a smile. "I'm just going into town for a few things."

Spence smiled, but it was sly. "What do you need in town? Everything you need is right here." He moved in close to Alice and slipped his arm around her waist.

"Not quite," Alice said and rested her hands on Spence's shoulders. "We don't have any wine."

"Wine?" Spence pulled Alice closer, his lips mere inches from hers. "We have plenty of wine."

Alice leaned back and pulled free from Spence's arms with a playful smile. "We don't have chocolate wine," she said coyly as she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob. "Don't worry, dear. I'll be back soon." She blew Spence a kiss and was gone before he could protest.

However, Spence did not protest. He merely smiled a knowing smile. The Head of Security does not just leave to go buy chocolate wine after a highly prized test subject almost escaped. He knew Alice was up to something and he aimed to find out.

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As soon as the Doctor was safely returned to his lab, Friedman leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. With his frayed nerves somewhat calmed, he glanced at Brown and Blue. "Doctor Blue, prepare the subject for G-virus injections."

With a nod, Blue set to work preparing intravenous needles and setting them into the Doctor's veins. The Doctor didn't struggle much as he still fought against the sedative at work in his system.

"Doctor Brown," Friedman said to the other scientist. "Collect one canister of the G-virus and bring it here."

Without a word, Brown walked to the back of the room where a sealed glass cabinet was embedded into the wall. He grabbed the controls of the robotic arms inside the cabinet and maneuvered a spiraled vial of the purple liquid.

"You're going to inject the G-virus in him now?" Bolt asked with a raised eyebrow.

Friedman nodded once. "Mr. Hurst is anxious to see the results."

"I see. You do realize that his shoulder injury may skew the results?"

"Yes," said Friedman. "And I tried to explain that to Mr. Hurst, but he wouldn't hear of it. We have to inject him with the virus now."

"Hm," Bolt said. "We should at least wait until he exhales that sedative. We have no way of knowing how the G-virus will interact."

"Yes," Friedman said with another single nod. "Based on our previous tests, that shouldn't take very long."

Bolt said nothing further. Instead, she leaned against the counter next to Friedman and crossed her arms as she watched the alien. She observed how the creature was still slightly conscious and probably heard every word she and Friedman just spoke. Not that it mattered. In a short while, the alien is going to have a much worse problem to deal with.

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Alice set the cup of coffee she had to buy in order to use a computer down on the table. She wasn't interested in drinking coffee at a time like this. She completely focused on her search.

Tapping on the keyboard, she searched for UNIT, but frowned when Google displayed far too many results and none of them sounded like they would have anything to do with an alien in a blue box. She sighed and glanced around the cafe. There was a small nagging feeling that she was being followed, but then, she might just be paranoid.

With a sigh, Alice averted her eyes back to the computer monitor and this time entered the word Torchwood. Her eyes widened in surprise at the results. Even though the majority of the websites were written by civilians claiming conspiracies and hidden government agendas, Alice knew that there was truth behind those claims, and she paid attention.

She learned of a mysterious group of people who would appear at sites of strange occurrences or deaths that were paranormal or extraterrestrial in nature. They would always arrive in a black SUV, conduct their business and leave just as quickly as they came.

Some websites showed grainy photos of the SUV and of the people that drove it. While most of the photos depicted different faces making up the secretive team, one face was always the same, a man in a military overcoat.

Alice leaned back in her chair and took a breath to calm the tightness of anxiety in her chest. This Torchwood was what she was looking for and the urgency of the danger the Doctor was in only served to frustrate her. Here was all this information that she had to assume was at least partially true, but there was no way to contact them.

"Think, Alice," she said in a low voice. "Think!"

The local police. She snapped her fingers with a smile.

After a quick internet search, Alice had the number of a police station in London. She jotted the number down and asked the barista for a phone. She wasn't about to use her cell phone as she was quite sure her phone was tapped as is all Umbrella communications devices.

"Listen," Alice said into the phone several long minutes later, "You have my name and number, so just tell Torchwood that the Doctor is in serious danger and needs their help. Thank you!" She slammed the phone down on the receiver with a frustrated snarl. She was transferred more times then she would have liked and when she finally had a D.I. on the line, he claimed he knew nothing about any Torchwood. Still, she believed that if Torchwood was the kind of secret agency she suspected they were, she knew they were listening.

She sank down into a chair and waited. She checked her wrist watch. Thirty minutes had passed since she left the Hive. This plan wasn't going to work to prevent the Doctor from being injected with the G-virus. Alice knew that and accepted that grim fact. What she was counting on was getting to the anti-virus and using a substantial amount of reinforcements from this Torchwood to pull the Doctor out of the Hive.

Checking the time again, Alice sighed impatiently. The minutes ticked by at an unbelievably slow pace. She stood up and glared at the phone as if she were willing it to ring. Silence. She clenched her fists and pursed her lips. Nothing.

"Come on!" She hissed and ignored the strange glances from the patrons of the cafe.

Feeling that she couldn't wait any longer and that she had to get back to the mansion where she left Spence waiting, Alice began to march out of the cafe. She almost made it to the door when the phone began to ring.

Spinning on her heel, she raced back to the phone and snatched the handset out of the barista's hand. Ignoring the girl's protest, Alice answered the ringing phone. "Torchwood?" She tried not to sound surprised or desperate despite the fact that she was. "Is this Torchwood?"

"Who is this?" A man said on the other end of the line.

"I'm Alice and I don't have a lot of time. Is this Torchwood?"

"How do you know the Doctor?" The man's voice was even and stern.

"He's here in Racoon City held prisoner in a laboratory," Alice said quietly into the phone as she didn't want to be overheard. "He's in serious danger and I need your help getting him out."

There was a moment of silence and Alice forced away a brush of fear that the man had hung up on her. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness and I'll be there as soon as I can."


A/N: I just *had* to have Jack be a part of this story. He is my favorite character next to the Doctor :D Don't worry, the wump picks back up next chapter :)