A/N: OMD, I am sooo sorry for not updating for over a week! Please forgives? I unfortunately have been revising for my triple science GCSE exams that are tomorrow morning :( , so have not had much time.

Hurrah! Now that I have got over the awkward beginning of the story, I can get into the angsty hurt stuff more... Yes, I tend to write those chapters better. Also, I have just written a one-shot fanfic about the tenth Doctor's regeneration after the bunnies attacked me when I watched the End Of Time, but will continue/expand it if anyone asks me to :)

Anyway, here goes! BIG BambiDoctor hugs for all of you who have been checking for updates and banana cupcakes for you!

DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Doctor Who... However, I do own a whole collection of action figures, TARDISes, posters, and a lovely poster of the tenth Doctor on Gallifrey signed by the one and only mr David Tennant! So yeah, I'm pretty happy...

"Urgh… Whasimadoihernwhydoeithur… Ouch!"

Gasping in pain, she attempted to shake her long brown hair from mobbing her face, tendrils of blood-soaked hair clinging relentlessly to her. As she moved her hand, she swore violently.

"Oh, you've got to be bloody joking!" She groaned, rattling her arms against her back.

Damn. Handcuffs.

Standing somewhat difficultly, she turned around, inspecting her room. A bare, cold metal cell, the only light that of a single neon strip in the ceiling, and even that provided no light at the moment.

No light?

Yawning widely, she peered up as close as she could, before realisation dawned on her.

Night-cycle.

Curiously, she thought of what this meant. After a few moments of idle thinking to pass the time, she came to the conclusion that as the light was on night-cycle, that either she'd been put in here only a few hours earlier, or that this was in fact the evening after they had arrived. That would make the most sense, she reasoned with herself, as John had given her quite a strong sedative, plus the emotional stress had taken most of her strength.

Sighing to herself, she slumped back down to the ground, the cold greeting her and chilling her body as an icy grip took hold of her head in the silence.

Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…

Hissing as pain lanced through her mind, memories of raging fires of long ago, the burning and twisting of time itself, the running as the schism loomed over her, and the screaming, all the screaming, as everyone of them burned, dying over and over the most horrible death, all but one, but two, the only survivors…

Rage. Fire. Time. Schism. Loom. Screams. Burnt. Death. Two lonely survivors.

"No! No! I can't! I'm not her, not her! Have to be, have to be…" She cried out, her words breaking off as she sobbed against the floor.

Twisting her arm and wrenching her right wrist free from the handcuffs, she flung the offending item to the other side of the room, pressing herself against the icy floor, curling up on herself as she felt the memories and emotions she'd ran so far from, tried so hard to forget…

She pulled at her hair, before burying her head in her hands, her face contorted in agony.

Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…

"Please! No more, no more!" She screamed into the air, desperation lacing her voice.

"No more… No more… Please…"

With a sigh, Jack slumped down into the chair beside the unconscious Time Lord, running his hands over his weary face. All he wanted to do was sleep, the events of the day catching up with him all of a sudden. Questioning John, Jackie, Rose and Pete in turn had proved fruitless, the only information being that the Doctor screamed, and when he had been found Belle had been crouched over him, soaked in the Time Lord's blood.

He'd given Tosh the go ahead to test Belle for any signs if infection or possession, even alien contact (barring Time Lord, of course), but still, no results.

Rubbing his face again, the Captain rested his head on the arm of the chair, yawning slightly as he watched the Time Lord sleep peacefully. John, Rose, Jackie and Pete all remained in the room, them too sat in chairs, fatigue creeping upon them. Jack noted, with a hint of amusement, that Rose had already fallen asleep, her head tilted back slightly, pink lips closed in a sulky pout.

Eyelids heavy and drooping, Jack shifted comfortably in the chair, and slowly but surely, everything began to fade…

"Coffee?" Ianto said suddenly, bursting through the door, making Jack jump awake as he handed cups of coffee to the Tylers, setting one aside for Rose, and dropping a bag before them.

Jackie smiled at Ianto sweetly, making a comment about him being a God's-send, and Ianto simply thanked her for the acknowledgement, blushing slightly. Turning around, a guilty look on his face, Ianto began to apologize to Jack.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't know you were sleeping…"

"Nah, it's fine; didn't want to sleep anyway." He replied breezily, and the teaboy smiled slightly, his mouth opening to speak, when Tosh rushed in, waving a piece of paper above her head in excitement.

"Jack! Jack!" She called enthusiastically, her voice dropping to a whisper when she was met with several glares and a chorus of "Ssshhh!".

"Sorry," She muttered quietly, before turning to Jack, wafting the paper in front of his face.

"Guess what I found." She said cryptically, and Jack's eyebrow quirked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" He replied, grinning at her, and Tosh returned the smile.

"No fun if you don't guess!" She teased, and Jack moaned softly.

"But you know I'm rubbish at guessing!" He protested, whining like a child, and Tosh simply held the papers close to her chest.

"No guess, no gives then." She replied cheekily, and Jack looked up at her, eyes large in Puss-in-Boots style.

"Jack," Ianto laughed light-heartedly, "You know that only works for the Doctor, and that only he can pull it off. I think intimidation's the best you're gonna get."

Pulling a face of pretence hurt, Jack put a hand to his chest melodramatically.

"Ianto, you wound me!"

"Oh for Pete's sake, give him the bloody sheets before I shove 'em where the sun don't shine!" John yelled, standing tall, and Tosh, Jack and Ianto turned to stare at him.

"Blimey," Jack said pointedly to Jackie, "He really is half Donna, ain't he?"

Jackie nodded slightly, biting back her laughter, and John's face darkened. "Right, you might all think it's bloo-"

"Oi!" A voice said loudly, but not enough to wake the sleeping Doctor, as a figure walked into the room.

"Disturb my patient and I'll disturb your face with my fist." Owen snapped at John, who simply glowered at him, before sinking back down into his chair.

"Tosh, got anything?" Owen asked, calming significantly, and Tosh nodded.

"I don't think it's dangerous, and definitely not lethal, so he's safe. If anything, I'd say the attack was purely memory relay."

"Memory relay?" Jack repeated, the hazy look in his eyes dissipating almost instantly, and she nodded in reply.

"Studying what the TARDIS has shown me, and the tapes we have of her here, she had a nightmare. However, it wasn't a normal nightmare - it was real, a real memory which she relived. One in which she-"

"Killed?" Jack finished, and the Japanese woman nodded in agreement.

"But she's never killed, we've got it all on report - history, criminal record…"

Tosh shook her head suddenly, before turning to Ianto.

"Give him what you've got." She stated, and the teaboy stood straight.

"Yes ma'am."

Jack looked at his two employees stood in front of him in confusion, before turning to Owen who had finished tending to the Doctor.

"You're right." The doctor murmured, "All healed." He stood straight, before pulling forward a bean bag from the corner of the room and settling down onto it.

"What?" He asked innocently, as he was pinned with seven pairs of eyes.

"I just get the feeling we're gonna be here a long time…"