A/N: Help me. I watch the first two Pokemon movies yesterday, and now I'm currently aquiring the first series. I used to love Pokemon! Anyone ever get the trading cards? My brother did, so I know most of the Pokemon now. Rapidash looks awesome, and nine tails is cute - though they could never beat Pikachu.

Aaaaanyway, NEW SERIES OF DOCTOR WHO YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY C'MON BRING IT OOOOOOOOON!!!!

23 days...

And...watch out for Comic Relief, David looks majorly cute as a teacher. Wow, if he was my teacher, I'd be like 'GIVE ME A DETENTION SIR!' ...(Cough)

Chapter 10 – The Prison Of Reasonable Comfort

The Doctor wasn't having a very good day.

If he had to rate the all time top one hundred best days of his life, this would definitely not be one of them. Even his fourth regeneration with the giant pylon was probably a better day in itself than today.

Okay, so the start of the day had been good, with the whole liaison-in-the-bedroom thing with Rose, but since then, things had taken a dramatic U-turn. Dramatic.

He'd been sedated, had dragged himself half-conscious to the TARDIS and unlocked it ready for Rose to access, passed out, been taken to god only knows where and now had a splitting headache, stomach aching with hunger and several people yelling out his name.

And when people yelled out his name, trouble usually followed.

Someone had a hand held to the back of his head, feeling over his skull for any sign of injury. They found the bump of concussion, and there was another murmur of his name. He groaned, shifting slightly in his drug-induced sleep, only to hear the rattle of chains along a wooden floor.

"Great…" he muttered, opening his eyes to the light. Immediately he was struck by surprise at the two people he'd never have expected to be joined by faced him, both looking concerned.

"Mr. Hollins?" he asked, blinking in surprise. "Y…You!" he looked at the second person in the room, long wavy brown hair…forest floor eyes…four arms…

He then realised, rather guiltily, he'd never even asked her name.

"I'm sorry, I never even asked what your name was," he said – and it was completely random seeing as he was currently lying on the floor in chains, with her holding his head and Hollins looking on in surprise.

"Karida," she replied, smiling at his total ignorance of the current situation.

"Karida – I'll remember that." He pushed himself up off the floor as best he could to sit against the wall, glancing around at his surroundings with slightly unfocused eyes. It was actually a pretty posh cell, polished wooden floor and immaculate painted white walls – even the chains that held together his hands and feet were gleaming silver.

The door was stainless steel, big and formidable looking with a round glass observing window set in the middle. He appeared to be the only one restrained with chains, which he thought was a little unfair.

"Well, this appears to be a bit of pickle, doesn't it?" he said after a moment of silence, and Karida and Hollins gave a snort of laughter.

"D'you remember how you got here?" Karida asked him after the moment had passed.

"I was in your place Hollins, sleeping. Then this guy came along and woke me up, telling me I had brain trauma or something." He shrugged. "After I was down in the scanning room, he gave me the sedate and then just started to laugh. I realised what had happened and escaped the room, and ran as fast as I could to the TARDIS – I unlocked it for Rose so she could get in to our son…and then I woke up here."

"They threw you in here a couple of hours ago, said if we tried anything they'd kill us all."

"Well, that's a lie," the Doctor started loudly, hoping someone outside could hear him. "If someone wanted me dead, they'd have done it already!"

The Doctor lifted himself on his feet, scratching his head in contemplation and looking around the room. It seemed like a pretty comfortable prison, in all fairness. He moved over to the door and peeked through the porthole to the outside, clicking his tongue - all that was outside facing him was another door, exactly the same as he was looking out of.

"It's some sort of prison – there are lots of cells here," the Doctor said, more to himself than the others but he was sure they'd be glad of some reassurance. "But the question is…" he carried on, turning back around and scanning the room again. "Who?"

Everyone stayed silent as the Doctor mulled it over, his mighty brain accessing every single species in the Universe he so far knew of.

He clicked his fingers as the solution reached him, although it was blatantly obvious to start with. "Darkeese."

He walked over to the wall, rapping lightly with his knuckles on the panels with his ear to the wood expertly.

"The Darkeese catch their victims and put them in holding cells until the customer arrives to pick up their order," the Doctor explained to the other two as he carried on tapping. "In extreme circumstances they also take people who have met the victim recently and appear close to them, possibly using them as bait…" He stopped, a switch suddenly clicking on in his brain as he heeded his own words. "…I'm sorry," he muttered turning around to face them both. "I brought you here."

Karida however, seemed to be totally unconcerned for her current predicament. "What about Rose? Shouldn't Rose be here to?"

"…They wouldn't take Rose if they didn't have Rory," he said after a pause. "If they took both parents then the baby would die. And that's the last thing they want. The only time they'd take Rose was if they had Rory too."

It suddenly hit him.

"…I knew escaping that Scan Room was too easy," he started in a soft voice, head hung low. "They let me escape. They let me escape and run to the TARDIS to unlock it. They let me unlock it so Rose could get in. And those pills. Those pills they gave me were trying to make me worse. They had minute traces of penicillin in – two a day would have made me a medical emergency by the end of the week."

There was another pause as all of this sunk in, before Fimble finally spoke up:

"Well, under the circumstances Doctor, I won't be charging for your stay."

The Doctor gave a snort of laughter, before stepping back from the wall with a sigh of defeat. "Doesn't matter. Didn't have the money, anyway."

"As I recall Doctor, you didn't have the money last time either."

"Like I said…" He waved an uncaring hand. "Put it on the tab."

Fimble chuckled softly, shaking his head in vague amusement. "If only you had one, Doctor."

"That would be convenient, wouldn't it?" he started brightly. "If I had a tab for everywhere I went, I need never pay ever again!"

"Wasn't aware you normally paid Doctor…"

The Doctor pretended to look hurt. "Hey! Those chips weren't free y'know. And as a matter of fact, I went shopping about a month ago, and it was entirely legal."

"What did you buy?"

"Lots of stuff for my son…and I also got this…err…thing…err…" he trailed off, suddenly blushing a little red as he dropped cross-legged onto the floor, shuffling back to lean against the wall. He didn't carry on.

Karida smiled, looking for a change of subject the Doctor so desperately needed, sitting down next to him on the floor and looking him up and down. "You're looking a lot better since we last met."

He smiled in gratitude, though kept his mouth shut – not trusting what was going to come out of it. He lifted his hands and rested the two foot long chains holding them together around the back of his neck, letting his wrists dangle freely.

"So…" he started, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the wall. "We just…wait. Until the customer comes to pick up his goods."

Karida swallowed, staring at the Doctor as she realised who they were coming to take. "…You."

Chapter 11 – My Missing Underpants

The Doctor smiled, weakly. "I'm the last one. I survived. Not by choice." Pause. "…There's a human woman and the half-human baby…they're the only thing I have left, apart from my home. Literally. I desperately need to know something. Please. Are they here or not? That's all I want to know."

Slowly, it shook its head. "They're not here," it said, truthfully.