Time-?

For the first hour the man ignored him. He sat at the desk reading the paperwork that was left behind. "All right," He said finally. He stood up and cracked his knuckles and then punched the Doctor in the chest. Over the course of the night he beat the Doctor until the Doctor was gasping for breath. Every breath was shallow and hurt, tears streamed down his face but he refused to scream for the man. As morning approached the man finally stopped and stared at the Doctor as though he were admiring a work of art.

"Not bad, not bad." He commented. "You're starting to bruise and in a few nights I think we can really get some color into those." He walked over and sat at the desk and made notations. The man looked at his watch and then smiled. "I think we have time for a bit more fun." He commented. He walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a syringe. Walking over he ran his hand gently down the Doctor's cheek as he injected him in the thigh.

"There we go, let's just give that a few minutes to kick in." The Man smiled at him, as he started to undress. He felt his body growing numb and weak and fought to keep control as his legs gave out putting his full weight on his wrist. The Man smiled and laid his clothes aside before unchaining the Doctor's feet and then his wrist. He picked the Doctor up and carried him over to the desk as the Doctor tried to fight him. The man bent the Doctor over and started to push himself inside of him. The Doctor started to cry out in pain but instead bit his lip and refused to give the man the satisfaction of screaming for him. As the man took him roughly, the first man came into the room and didn't seem phased by the scene in front of him. He took off his coat and hung it up. Then sat a briefcase on the other side of the desk.

"I'm going to get some coffee, before my shift starts, do you want anything, Charles?" He asked.

"Yes please, I'll take a coffee as well."

"Make sure you chain him back up when you are finished. I have a lot to go over today and would like to get started right away."

"Not a problem, anything I can do to assist." Charles asked not breaking his stride.

"Will you give him a dosage of serum 2.8b. In fact make that a double dosage."

"Anything else" Charles grunted.

"No, no, I think that will be it for now." The first man left the room leaving the Doctor at Charles mercy. The next two weeks continued on this pattern. His days were spent in agony but his nights were spent praying for days. That was until she came.

-DW-

The Doctor stopped eating altogether. Any food placed in front of him was immediately pushed onto the floor and any attempts to get him to pick the food up, resulted in the food being flung across the room. Giving up on getting him to eat for a while, Jack led the Doctor to one of the couches and sat down. The Doctor yawned and then curled up on the couch next to Jack and leaned against him. He seemed to have settled down, but as the night wore on, he became more and more frantic.

He pushed Jack roughly to the ground when Jack tried to comfort him and then kicked Jack hard in the stomach. He ripped his bandages off and when Martha tried to stop him, he grabbed Martha's wrist tightly and screamed at her. Jack pried his fingers loose and he clawed Jack's hands, breaking the skin and leaving dark red scratches on them. Jack restrained him and that only made it worse as the Doctor broke down into tears and fought even harder against them.

By the time morning rolled around the Doctor was back storming the cell. Jack was sitting on the ground outside of it and Martha was leaning against Jack exhausted. Ianto came down the stairs with two cups of coffee and the Doctor ran to the glass and pointed angrily at Ianto and then at them before slamming his fist repeatedly into the glass and then kicking it. He screamed at Ianto until, Ianto left the room and then he returned to storming around the cell.

"Doctor, please don't do that." Martha said as the Doctor slammed his hand hard against the wall and cried out in pain. Martha sighed as she watched. "We can't sedate him, he won't eat and he can't understand enough to listen, even if he wanted to. What are we going to do?"

"Flat Holm," Jack asked as he leaned his head against Marthas.

"No," She replied. "I can't do that to him yet. Based on my observations I would guess he has PTSD, amnesia and is going through some sort of withdrawal but I have yet to identify the drugs in his system. Flat Holm is for people without hope of being helped. I still have faith we can help him."

"I hope you are right," Jack took a sip of his coffee and the Doctor stared at him and licked his lips. "If you calm down you can have some." He called out and the Doctor started to stomp around again. Martha fell asleep against Jack and the Doctor sat down and stared at Jack. He sat on the far side of the cell and he looked angry. As the morning went on though he laid down on his side and closed his eyes. After a while he opened them and looked at Jack. He no longer looked angry but confused. Jack gently shook Martha.

"Hey, I know it's not fair to wake you, but I think he is finally coming around." Jack whispered. Martha opened her eyes and rubbed her face and then looked at the Doctor.

"Hey, how are you feeling," She asked softly. He stood up and came hesitantly over to the cell door, and waited for them to open it. When neither of them moved, his face fell.

"Jack," he whimpered and put his hand on the door.

"You think it is safe to let him out." Jack asked Martha.

"We can't keep him in there, he would never trust us." She replied. Jack stood up stretched and then unlocked the door and opened it. The Doctor hesitantly stepped out and stared at Jack. He pointed back in the cell and shook his head.

"I know you don't like it in there," Jack responded, "But you hurt me and Martha." He showed the bandages on his hands and the Doctor looked down at his own wrist and seem surprised the bandages were gone. "Yeah you took them off." Jack stated.

"We will put them back on and then I think we should try breakfast again." Martha commented standing up. Jack took the Doctor's hand and then went to the autopsy room. The Doctor held Jack's hand tighter and shook his hand back and forth quickly.

"It's okay," Martha said grabbing the bandages. "I'm not going to make you sleep, I am just going to wrap your wrist again." She walked slowly towards him making sure to show him her hands were empty besides the bandages and then took his hand in hers and started to gently wrap his wrist. He watched her as she finished and then did the second one.

Afterwards they went to the kitchen. The Doctor sat down in the chair he had sat in the night before and accepted and devoured several bananas quickly. Martha went to the cupboard and got down a can of soup. She opened it and emptied it in a bowl before placing it in the microwave to warm it up. Jack noticed the Doctor was watching her every move closely and his face fell as she stood in the way of the bowl as she was putting in the microwave.

"Martha, move to the left a little." Jack commented.

"Why?"

"Just do it." She moved to the left and the Doctor watched the microwave intently and then watched Martha take out the soup and stir it. She brought it over to the Doctor and sat it down in front of him and handed him a spoon. He took the spoon and then sniffed the soup before taking a spoonful and offering it to Jack.

Jack shook his head and the Doctor frowned and put the spoon in the bowl and pushed it away.

"Do you think she drugged it." Jack asked the Doctor, "Did they drug your food too?" He picked up the spoon and took a bite of the soup. The Doctor smiled and watched Jack closely. Jack pushed the bowl back to the doctor and after a few minutes the Doctor began to eat it greedily.

"I guess it is safe." Jack said dryly. "Quick deaths would be too kind for the Bastards that did this. I am thinking a nice slow death with a knife and lots of pain."

Martha just nodded and yawned, as the Doctor finished the food and then picked up the bowl and began to lick it. "Don't be gross," She scolded the Doctor, laughing as she took the bowl from him. He seemed happier now that he had eaten and was inching towards the bananas again when Ianto entered the room.

The Doctor's face fell and he immediately began to whimper. "He only does this to you Ianto," Jack said curiously, "I wonder why that is?"

"I didn't do this, if that is what you are suggesting," Ianto defended himself.

"No, I don't think for an instant you could, but why you. Go out for a moment and send Mickey in."

Ianto left and Mickey came in the room a minute later. The Doctor didn't seem to care Mickey was there as he picked up his prize and tried to open it. "Now, you step out and send in Ianto." Jack said.

Mickey stepped out and Ianto came back in and the Doctor stopped trying to open the banana and began to whimper again. "So he didn't care about Mickey but you scare him, why?"

"Skin color," Ianto asked.

"No, cause he is fine around me." Jack thought for a moment. "Lose the suit." He said finally.

"Sir?"

"Just humor me. I know you keep a pair of jeans here, now lose the suit."

Ianto left the room for a third time and when he came back he was in jeans and a t-shirt. The Doctor eyed Ianto suspiciously but didn't stop trying to pry open the banana. Jack leaned over and opened it and the Doctor began to eat, he moved closer to Jack but he took his eyes off Ianto.

"Until further notice, no suits." Jack told Ianto, feeling slightly disappointed.