A/N: I shall probably be updating a lot more regularly now, you will be glad to know. Well, I hope you will... Well...If you've got this far, then I suppose it's most likely. Anyway, yes! I know what's going to happen now. Hoping to update tommorrow but that might be a bit too optimistic... I don't know... we'll see. Sorry about the long gap before, hope you're still with me. Anyways... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Doctor and his crew are not my own... (unfortunately)

Chapter Fourteen

Jack stepped up to the SUV and opened the door with a satisfying click; unfortunately, that satisfying click meant only one thing.

"Right, who forgot to lock the SUV?" Jack turned to face his gang who all hung their heads. "I don't even care but you must remember to. Otherwise you might find yourself with out a job, or a memory, or…" Jack struggled to think of something else but dropped it when there was an enthusiastic 'oooh!' from inside the SUV. The Doctor's head appeared in the doorway and he was brandishing an interesting piece of alien technology.

"Be careful with that!" Jack tried to warn but the Doctor was already shaking it by his ear to see if it made a noise. There was a large smile on his face, like a child at Christmas, which led Jack to believe that the Doctor knew what the thing was. Jack hadn't a clue what it was but hadn't told his team that and wasn't planning on doing anytime soon.

"Ah, you know what that is then, do you?" He asked the Doctor ambiguously hoping he would do what he normally did and launch into an explanation. He didn't. Instead he started smiling even more, if that was even possible.

"Haven't seen one of these in a long time." He pocketed the object and moved on to sift through a box of other stuff. It was a good thing that the SUV was parked far enough away from the compound that they couldn't be heard. All the same, Jack knew that they could be seen and he hoped that the Doctor would hurry up. He flinched as the Doctor dug right to the bottom of the box, discarding the things that didn't interest him. He came back up again and held up, what looked like an egg.

"What's that?" Sarah Jane queried peering at the strange object. Nobody answered her and instead the Doctor turned to Jack.

"We need to get back to the TARDIS, do you thing your new black space hopper can get us all there?" The Doctor eyed up the vehicle and reached for Jack's wrist. He fiddled with the settings using his sonic screwdriver before turning and counting the people stood round him. "There are eleven of us." He stopped and thought for a bit, examining the dimensions of the SUV.

"No!" cried Jack, cottoning on to the Doctor's thought and rejecting the idea completely. "No!"

"Let me at least try! It'll only take a second or two." protested the Doctor and he grinned when Jack finally gave in. Jack was under the impression that the sooner the Doctor saw that it wouldn't work; the sooner he'd leave it. Jack had underestimated him though. No sooner had the door shut on the last person, the Doctor had buzzed Jack's wrist device and they found themselves sitting outside the TARDIS, completely intact but feeling rather queasy. "Told you it would work." The Doctor smirked, leaping out of the tightly packed SUV. He skipped round to the other side and opened the door, watching happily as half of the group fell out and lay sprawled on the floor at his feet.

"Come on! No time to lose!" He pulled the egg-like object from his pocket and strode merrily into the TARDIS, talking to himself about 'home sweet home' and to the TARDIS about what he wanted her to do.

"Rose—" Ianto hissed at the strange young woman in front of him, who at this moment in time had her face pressed to the window in the door that separated them from the labs.

"Shh!" she hissed back before turning to him. "They're experimenting on them." There was a dangerous expression in her eyes and he was once again slightly scared of her. Every time he thought that maybe she was just a normal person; she went and shocked him even more.

"What for?"

"I don't know but I am going to find out, even if it kills me." She had a hand on the handle and if Ianto hadn't grabbed it, he was sure that she would have stormed straight in there. "Don't you even try to stop me Darcy. I'm not in the mood for heroics."

"Wait. Have you even thought about this or are you just going to storm in there and get caught? Who would that help? Aye?" She turned her head away from him so he took her face in his free hand and gently turned it back to face him again. "It's certainly not helping Luke now is it?"

Rose tried to avoid his gaze but it was hard to do when he had her hand in one of his and her face in the other. Once she had calmed down and could look calmly into his eyes, he let her go.

"You okay now?" he asked and she nodded. "Good. Now, if we wait till they leave, we can go in there, free everyone and be out before anyone even notices and if my guesswork is correct, this room will be empty in around about six and a half minutes."

Sure enough, six and a half minutes later, they saw from their hiding place, three men in white coats leave the room and when they sneaked over to look through the window nobody was in the room.

"How?" Rose looked at Ianto, speechless. In reply, he just shrugged his shoulders at her.

"Everyone needs lunch. Even bad guys."

Rose smiled at him. "I can see why Jack hired you. One thing I can't work out though, why are you being so nice to me?" When Ianto looked puzzled, she continued. "Well, you don't know me and you've been told to baby-sit me basically. Surely you're annoyed… Just a little bit?"

"Why would you think that you're any kind of burden to me? I work for Torchwood remember. Compared to some people I've met, you are just a little butterfly. Trust me, I've met some wasps. Besides, any friend of Jack's a friend of mine." As a second thought he added, "And if you get caught, both him and that Doctor friend of yours will probably kill me." He smiled before holding the door open for her. "After you, butterfly." He said jokingly.

"Why thank you Mr Darcy." She joked back before slipping inside.