He awoke from a dream where he was running. In his dreams, it seemed as if he was always running. He ran across red grass that blazed with fire or through dark streets. He ran from danger or just for the pure exhilaration that running gave him. Regardless of how much he ran when dreaming this dream seemed different than normal. He was running trying to catch a blonde haired girl, who every time he caught her hand she slipped away from him. He kept trying because somehow he knew if he could just catch her, she would make things alright.

"Doctor, it's time to wake up." He heard Martha cooed softly. He grumbled unhappily at her as he curled into a tighter ball, putting his arm over his head to try to block her out. It was at times like this that he wished he had a pillow or a blanket in the room, but he only got one when he slept on Jack's bed. Still, he couldn't see her so he could pretend she wasn't there for a little while longer. "I know you're awake. Come on rise and shine sleepy head," Martha chuckled.

He groaned as he felt her hand on his arm pulling it away from his face. He scrunched his face up to show his unhappiness as he pulled his arm away from her. Rolling off of his side, he stretched out on his back as he smacked his lips. His arm now free, he placed it back over his eyes. As he tried to go back to sleep. He wasn't as comfortable on his back, though, and was considering moving onto his side again when Martha moved his arm again.

"I know you want to sleep, but you need to get up now," she insisted. Normally he would already be up and she wouldn't have to argue him. Since he decided to sleep in today, she had to play the bad guy and wake him so that he could have his wounds cleaned and eat. She had no problem letting him take a nap later if he wanted to, but right now she had to worry about his health.

"Mean Martha," He proclaimed letting her know exactly what he felt about her wake up call. He unhappily sat up, yawning as the dream faded. She offered him a hand up, but he ignored it as he stood and followed her out of the cells then up the stairs. As they reached the main hub, he was excited to see that Jack was coming in.

"Jack," He exclaimed happily as he started towards him.

"Martha, I have a prisoner I need to take care of. Can you please take the Doctor to our room?" Jack asked her. He felt Martha take his hand as he looked at Jack confused. He didn't want to go with Martha, he wanted to be with Jack. "Doctor, I promise that I will be down in just a few minutes. Go with Martha and by the time you are finished showering I will be there. Okay?" The Doctor allowed Martha to lead him out of the room as he wondered who was with Jack that he wasn't allowed to see. He wondered if it was the girl, but he saw her almost every day since she had sat in the office with him and Martha. He didn't think Jack would keep her again from him even if she really wasn't allowed to talk to him anymore. If it wasn't her, it had to be someone else that Jack didn't want him to see and that made him curious.

"Who?" He asked Martha as they reached his room.

"I don't know," She responded softly as she tended his wounds. He had been easy on his arms that night so it didn't take that long before she sent him to the shower. In the shower, he stood under the warm water letting it flow down his head. Jack had taught him how to use the shampoo and soap to wash but when Jack wasn't keeping an eye on him he just used the shampoo. He rubbed it all over his body with his bare hand, ignoring the cloth Martha laid out for him. Rinsing off, he hurried out of the shower eager to see Jack again. Much to his delight Jack was waiting for him. Jack was holding up his towel and he hugged Jack tightly as Jack wrapped it around him. He giggled as Jack helped him dry off and then he dressed in his brown suit. He was able to help Jack with a few of the buttons and smiled as Jack praised him for getting them through the small holes. He didn't like the buttons, but Jack explained that if he wanted to wear the suit he had to learn so he made an effort so he could keep wearing it.

On he was fully dressed, Jack took him up to the kitchen for breakfast. As they entered the room, Jack paused in the doorway. Though the smell of breakfast cooking filled the air, the people who were supposed to be doing the cooking were locked in a passionate kiss. Jack cleared his throat and they broke away quickly their cheeks bright red. Ianto mumbled the word sorry as he presented Jack with a coffee and finished spreading marmalade on toast for the Doctor. The Doctor happily licked all the sticky marmalade off of the bread then picked at the toast itself as Jack drank his coffee. He was still curious about who was in the cells, but Jack and Martha said no more about the prisoner.

After breakfast, he followed Jack to his office and sat there with him watching his morning cartoons. Even though he normally enjoyed them, today he barely noticed what was happening as his mind was on the cells. Turning off the telly, he slowly stood up and headed out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked him curiously.

"Loo," he lied, knowing Jack would stop him if he said the cells. He left the office heading into the hub. He looked around to see who was there and noticed that Ianto was watching him from in front of the computer that monitored the rift. Keeping one eye on Ianto, he started to head towards their room. He was almost to the stairs when Ianto finally turned away from him. A quietly as he could he took off running across the hub and down the stairs to the cells. He passed the first cell which held his mattress, he kept walking as he came to the last cell. Looking into it he saw a man hanging naked in the center of the room. Even without his suit the Doctor recognized him instantly. He froze as terror filled him and everything went black.

-DW-

The Doctor had made vast improvements over the last month. He still need a lot of help in order to function from day to day as he couldn't take care of himself. Every day he was learning, though, and Jack still had hope that one day the Time Lord that he loved would come back to him. He couldn't believe how much he missed having the Doctor babble to him about something he was excited about. Unfortunately at the moment, the Doctor still didn't speak much or more than a few basic words at a time even if it was obvious he was understanding more. He had even shown more independence as he taken to leaving Jack's sight to wander the hub or go to their room to be alone. So it was nothing unusual that morning when the Doctor stood and started to head out of the office.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked him curious about why he had turned his cartoons off.

"Loo," the Doctor replied, sounding more distracted than normal. Jack watched him go before returning to his paperwork. It wasn't even a few minutes later he heard Ianto call for him.

"Jack you better get in here quickly," Ianto yelled. Jack swore under his breath as he jumped to his feet. He really hoped that he didn't find the Doctor having a panic attack as he didn't want to put him into his cell. He actually breathed a sigh of relief as he headed quickly into the main hub and didn't see the Doctor attacking Ianto or hurting himself. Wondering why Ianto had called him, he headed quickly to him.

"What is it?" Jack questioned as he approached. Ianto gestured to the CCTV screen and Jack went pale as he looked at it. "You were supposed to be keeping an eye on him. So, how in the hell, did he get down into the cells?" Jack asked now furious. On the CCTV, it was clear to see that the Doctor 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. I turned my back for one second," Ianto started to defend himself. Jack didn't listen to anymore as he rushed out of the room and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, he stopped, as he didn't want to alarm the Doctor and have his anger turned on him instead. He slowly started to walk towards them as he studied the fighting Time Lord. What confused Jack the most was that although the Doctor was obviously in full hysterics, he wasn't making a sound as he clawed at the cell door.

"I could let him in you know," Jack informed Charles, as he came up slowly behind the Doctor. He made sure to keep his voice as calm as possible so as not to startle him. The Doctor looked at him for a brief moment. His eyes were full of a hatred Jack had never seen before but wasn't unlike that of the Oncoming storm. He studied Jack but not seeing 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 for having a little decency," Charles responded sarcastically. Jack watched with interest as the Doctor stopped fighting the cell. Instead, he moved back to crouch against the wall, like a predator ready to strike. His eyes flitted back and forth as he watched the two of them talk.

"Oh, I wouldn't thank me just yet. After all, it's not for you," Jack hissed. "Mainly it is for him, but it is also for me too. If I let him kill you, then I won't get the answers that I need from you."

"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 taunted him with a grin. "I bet he would scream for you."

Jack didn't even think about it as he pulled out his keys and opened the cell door.