The Doctor groaned as knuckles dug into his shoulder, trying to rouse him from his sleep. He didn't want to wake up, not yet. He had been having a peaceful dream where he was back on the TARDIS traveling the universe. He didn't have a companion, nor did he have a set place he wanted to go. Instead, he had set the controls to random and was letting the TARDIS show him the stars. He would have given almost anything to open his eyes to find himself back on her decks, rather than in the cold autopsy room of Torchwood.

"Doctor. Come on now, it is time for you to wake up," Owen cooed as he tried to rouse him. The Doctor was confused for a moment about Owen calling him by his given name before he realized that Jack must have told him. He wasn't sure he was happy about another human knowing his chosen name. There was nothing he could do about it, though, except to accept that Owen knew it and move on.

"Stop it," He moaned at Owen as he tried unsuccessfully to lift his hand and bat Owen's hand away. With his left hand still attached to the bed and his right arm in a sling, there was no chance he was going to be able to slap him unless Owen moved closer. He sighed and shrugged his shoulder trying to get Owen to stop. "Owen," He whined drawing out the word.

"Then open your eyes," Owen told him as he continued to on purposely annoy the Doctor. The Doctor opened his eyes a crack to glare at Owen. "There we go. How are you feeling this morning?" The Doctor growled at him, as he closed his eyes again.

"I am going with cranky," Jack spoke up from his post on the opposite side of the bed. The Doctor forced his eyes open again to specifically glare at Jack. He wouldn't have been cranky if the humans hadn't woke him.

"Are you in any pain?" Owen asked, ignoring Jack's comment. The Doctor thought about it a moment, then nodded. He didn't have to wait for Owen to go to the medicine cabinet as Owen had already prepared a syringe as he expected the Doctor would need painkillers upon waking. He injected them into the Doctor's right shoulder as the Doctor held onto Jack's hand. After, while he waited for them to take effect, he began to examine the Doctor. He made the Doctor crankier as he looked in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose before listening to his lungs and hearts.

"Roll up on your side, I need to take your temperature," Owen instructed the Doctor as he put his stethoscope away. The Doctor stared at him, not about to listen to Owen's instructions and have his temperature taken rectally again. He had already suffered that humiliation once by the doctor at the auction house. The Doctor was quickly realizing he didn't have a choice, though, as Jack removed the blanket and unbuckled his trousers. They were pulled down and off as he kicked his feet trying to keep them on. He was thankful when he was covered once more with the blanket, but the relief didn't last long.

"Come on," Jack sighed as the Doctor continued to refuse to move. He reached over placing one hand on the Doctor's right shoulder and the other on his side. Owen stayed on the other side of the bed placing his hand on the Doctor's back and leg. Together they forced the Doctor to roll up on his side and then Jack held him there. The Doctor tried to fight as Owen lifted the blanket and once more he felt the thin rod being inserted into his body.

"Stop," he cried out trying to move away. Owen kept one hand on his hip holding him still as Jack continued to hold his shoulder and his leg. Humiliated, he buried his face in the pillow as he waited for it to be over.

"It's not so bad is it?" Jack questioned. The Doctor didn't bother to answer him. It wasn't worth his time or effort. As soon as he felt Owen pull the horrible thing from his body, he lashed out, kicking and rocking violently as they let him go. He fought, pulling on his wrist and twisting his right arm trying to get them free so he could escape.

"Calm down before you hurt yourself even more," Owen advised him.

"Go to hell," The Doctor yelled at him as he kept fighting. He had enough of being chained down and humiliated by Jack. He was going to get loose and get out of Torchwood, even if he regenerated in the process. He saw Owen walking away from him as Jack stood over the bed.

"Stop it," Jack snapped at him. The Doctor looked Jack straight in the eye.

"No," He hissed as he pulled harder on his wrist. He could feel the handcuff digging into it and blood was running down his hand. That didn't stop him from yanking harder in the futile attempt to free himself.

"Last chance. Calm down now or I am going to sedate you," Owen warned the Doctor as he held up a syringe. The Doctor considered letting him for half a moment before going still on the bed. He was breathing hard and covered with sweat. Jack reached out to brush the hair back from his forehead. He reacted immediately snapping his teeth at Jack as he tried to bite him. Jack pulled back quickly.

"No," Jack scolded the Doctor slapping him on the cheek. The Doctor's eyes narrowed further. Jack had no idea what he was getting into treating the Doctor like he was an animal, but the Doctor was going to make him find out.

"Jack that isn't going to help anything," Owen sighed watching their exchange. Jack was trying, but he wasn't cut out to train a newly caught slave and especially one as stubborn as the Doctor. It was obvious to Owen from the moment Jack told him about the Doctor that he had never had an owner before. Owen wasn't sure if that meant that the Doctor was new to Earth or if he was one of the free aliens that lived in hiding. Regardless he wasn't used to having to serve humans and Jack wasn't being consistent with his training. He would go from trying to be the alien's friend to treating him like a pet.

"He started it," Jack snipped. He knew it sounded childish, but at the moment he didn't care. Even though he had enjoyed his night with Ianto, he was regretting not taking the time to get a little sleep before his shift started.

"And as his owner, you need to start training him properly or I am going to invoke code 947 and keep him here under my care until he is healed," Owen informed Jack. Code 947 was created to contain slaves that were considered a danger to the humans that they served. Once the code was invoked, Jack would have to prove that he was capable of training the Doctor properly or the Doctor would be put up for auction again and Jack would be banned from having a slave again until he took the proper training classes.

"Fine. I will be in my office," Jack huffed. He stormed out of the autopsy room and up the stairs slamming the door behind him. Once he was gone Owen turned his attention back to the Doctor. The Doctor was glaring at Owen still with a fury unlike Owen had ever seen before. He wanted to care for the Doctor's now damaged wrist, but instead he headed to his office to give the Doctor a moment to calm down before he tried.