The Doctor was making vast improvements over the last month. While he still didn't speak much or more then a few words at a time, it was obvious he was understanding more. He had even taken to leaving Jack's sight to wander the hub or go to their room to be alone. So it Was nothing unusual when the Doctor stood and started to head out of the office.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked curious.

"Bathroom," the Doctor replied, sounding distracted. Jack watched him go and returned to his paperwork. A few minutes later he heard Ianto call for him.

"Jack you better get in here."

He headed quickly into the main hub and headed to Ianto. "What is it?" Jack asked. He walked over to where Ianto was standing and looked at the screen.

"How in the hell, did he get down into the cells?" Jack asked furiously as he looked at the CCTV. The Doctor was down in the cells and he was fighting furiously to get into the cell Charles was in. Charles wasn't helping matters at all by making kissing faces at the Doctor.

"He was heading towards your room," Ianto said, "I turned my back for one second.

Jack rushed out of the room and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped and started walking towards them. What confused Jack though, was that although the Doctor was in full hysterics, he wasn't making a sound.

"I could let him in you know." Jack said coming up slowly behind the Doctor, keeping his voice calm. The Doctor looked at him for a brief moment. His eyes were full of a hatred Jack had never seen before. Not seeing Jack as a threat he turned his attention back to trying to knock the door down. "The only reason I am not going to is because he will kill you and I can't let that happen."

"Thank you." Charles responded. Jack watched with interest as the Doctor crouched against the wall, like a predator ready to strike and watched the two of them.

"Oh I wouldn't thank me. It's not for you. Partly it is for him and the other part is I need answers from you first and if he kills you I won't get those answers."

"It's a pity. Even now he won't scream for me. All those times I bent him over the desk, all he did was cry." Charles grinned at him. "I bet he would scream for you."

Jack wasn't even aware of opening the cell door.

-DW-

-One month Prior-

He lay on the mattress in the cell with his eyes closed. He wasn't ready to stir yet and if he kept still they would leave him alone for another half an hour. He wasn't sure how he always knew what time it was, but the time ticked away in front of him. But he wanted to be alone, to think on the strange dreams he was having. Last nights dream was no different.

He was running through red grass with a burnt orange sky above him. In the distance trees with silver leaves swayed gently in the breeze. He was chasing a man whose face looked familiar but it changed everytime he thought he knew it. A little boy and girl played in the distance and as he ran towards them they looked up at him and the fields he was running in caught fire.

"Papa. Save me," the little girl cried, but the little boy stared at him as two wounds appeared in his chest and blood seeped his clothing. The boy's eyes went wide and he fell to the ground. Golden mist swirled around him and a third wound appeared in the boy's head and the mist dissipated and the boy lay still.

-DW-

The routines that he had craved when he first got here, now made him itch with anticipation for something else, something new. He would wake up and Jack would come into the cell to get him, then treatment, shower, breakfast, cartoons, lunch, puzzles, more time with Jack, dinner, movies and then he would awaken in the cell again.

He followed her out of the cells and allowed her to examine his arms and tend to scratches that he didn't remember getting. He then went to the bathroom to shower. When he finished he exited the bathroom and was pleased to see that Martha had been replaced with Jack. Jack helped him to dress and then took him to the kitchen. He frowned when he saw that Martha had made oatmeal yet again. He didn't really like oatmeal, but she wouldn't let him have anything else. He choked down a little and then threw the rest on the floor when she turned her back. She frowned and he smiled softly at her.

Later that morning as he sat in the office with Jack, he had the telly off. He watched as Jack slowly read and flipped through his paperwork. Slowly he stood up and headed to the door.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked him slightly concerned. He ignored Jack as he opened the door and headed out into the main hub. He walked down the stairs and to the main room. Pausing, as he was aware Jack was watching him. He turned and headed to their room and sat down on the bed.

He was surprised when Jack didn't come down the stairs right away. He sat there alone for awhile, enjoying the quiet, before Martha appeared.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Did Jack upset you?"

"No," he replied. He wanted to tell her about his dreams and ask her about the strange blue box with endless corridors that seemed to sing to him, but his mouth couldn't form the words. So many different words raced through his mind but try as he might he couldn't catch them. Just like when he and Martha did puzzles. He could see the pieces and he knew they were suppose to fit together to form a picture but he picture hid from him and he would grow tired of chasing it.

"It'll be okay," she said taking him gently in her arms as he started to cry.