Thete wasn't sure what to expect when Sarah said those two little words that sent his hearts pounding, "they're here." She kissed the top of his head and went out to the desk to meet them, leaving him literally clutching Nan's hand. His stomach went all funny with butterflies as if he were waiting for a blind date to show up. In a way, he guessed that was exactly what was happening.
He'd dozed for a while, and now he was stiff, sore, and trying not to grunt as he straightened up. Nan put his footrest down, and helped him to sit up straight; hopefully he wouldn't look as pathetic. That was a little hard with a bag hanging on the side of the chair, an IV in his arm and a heart monitor quietly beeping out a double samba in the background, but at least he intended to try. He heard the worry in her voice as she spent the next fifteen minutes chatting about her dog, Harry, but Thete wasn't listening. Finally, the door opened, and there they were. Two strangers looking as nervous as he felt.
"You'll be fine, but push your button if it gets too much," Nan said quietly as she stood up. "We're just on the other side of the door; Tim is there too."
He shot her a puzzled look. "He's the officer who took Mike's place," she explained.
Thete just nodded as she kissed the top of his head. He noticed that even when nervous, Nan always spoke warmly, even when saying hello to the strangers. He swallowed reflexively when she left them - alone - staring at each other.
His mouth went dry, and he couldn't seem to form any words. The two strangers looked first at each other and then at him, making him even more nervous. For several seconds (that felt like hours), no one spoke. Unable to take the silence, he finally found his voice. "Hullo," he murmured so softly that they almost didn't hear him.
"Hey you, and what time do you call this?" The woman half chuckled.
She was young, Thete guessed she wasn't much older than Annie, and looked as nervous as he felt. Long, coppery hair fell around her face and shoulders. She was pretty, maybe a little too pretty to be with a man whose most distinctive feature was his nose. But if the way she clutched his hand meant anything, they were together. Her choice of clothes seemed a bit sexy to come to hospital. She was dressed in a blouse and short skirt with a jacket. Thete felt strange thinking like this. He wasn't sure Nan or Sarah would approve. Before Thete could blink, they both crossed the room and invaded his space.
"You look rubbish," She fussed gently as she knelt in front of him.
His hearts pounded, and his breath quickened. His face grew hot in anticipation of her touch. He jerked back and glared when she leaned closer brush the hair back out of his eyes. The thought of them so close was uncomfortable enough, but her touch was intimate and he didn't like it. She got the hint and drew her hand back, but he still wished that he was strong enough to pull the lever, so the footrest would come back up. He glanced at the call button resting in his lap. One push, and everyone, including his protector would be in and throw the strangers out. He just swallowed, and looked at them.
"I have something for you." She reached into her pocket and laid a bow tie in his lap. "You never go anywhere without your bow tie. It makes you look cool."
Thete fingered the tie and gave her a quizzical look. This girl wasn't at all what he expected. "I don't know you, either of you," he said defiantly. "You should know, I'm not leaving here. I can fight if I have to, just ask the nurses I've kicked off me." He tried to sound strong, but even to his own ears, the words came across weak and tired.
Must be my day to make women cry, he thought, when tears rimmed her eyes. It wasn't his intent to make the stranger cry, he just didn't want them to think that he was an easy target. The man dropped down next to her, sending Thete rigid at the prospect that the man would touch him.
"Sorry," he said softly, "I didn't mean to startle you. So - how many did you kick off?" The man asked with a tone of disbelief.
Thete forced strength back into his voice. "Abby said it was seven," He answered with a note of pride in his voice.
"I believe you," the girl giggled gently and then changed to a tender tone. "We are not going to make you do anything or go anywhere that you don't want. My name is Amelia Pond-Williams, and this - - stupid face is my husband, Rory, and you ... You are my - - our very best friend. We've looked everywhere for you ... for weeks. By the time we reached the hell-hole you were in, you were already gone. I'm so sorry that we were late and that you were hurt."
"I don't remember you, I don't. I don't remember that - place or what they did." Thete tried to keep his voice steady, but an image of fists punching him made him flinch, almost in anticipation of a coming blow.
"You don't have to remember. Don't even try," Rory said gently. "Eventually, when you're better, you will. For now, though, Amy is right. You do look rubbish. Let me get your nurse and get you back in bed. You look bloody exhausted."
"No." Thete locked eyes with the man. "Nan and Sarah said there were five of you." This time, Thete forced himself to sound stronger. "I want to meet them properly, standing on my feet. Not like some ... I am not a coward." Thete looked the man straight in the eye, making his meaning clear.
Rory shifted to his knees and swallowed hard. "No - you're not. Not now, nor have you ever been a coward," Rory answered, incredulous of the very thought. "Sometimes you are a right pain in the arse, maybe a bloody idiot occasionally."
Amy gave a breathy chuckle, "You're always a bloody, impulsive idiot."
Rory snorted, "You're also a stubborn git, but a coward, no - you're not. Because of you, I have Amy. You saved my life twice. If you want to meet the rest of us on your feet, I will help you, but then you have to take something for your pain and go to bed, and you can't refuse, okay? I know you, Doctor, and I know you are rubbish at looking after yourself." He chided gently.
Thete clenched his hand to stop it from shaking. He tried to force some element of strength back into his voice, to stop the quiver that he knew was there. "That's not my name." He insisted crisply.
"It's your nickname. For us, you are Doctor." Amy pushed her own hair behind her ear.
Good, Thete thought, I'm making them nervous.
"I saw that file someone sent to Doctor Wilson," he snapped. "That's not me. I don't remember anything in that file. The pictures, the diplomas, none of it is me. I saw the pictures of the people someone claims is my family, and I saw yours. I saw the pictures of me at your wedding, but I can't remember a wedding. None of it is real," Thete challenged scornfully.
The tears in the woman's eyes made him feel sorry for her. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your friend," he said firmly.
"Oh, you ... You are my dearest friend," Amy countered gently. "You, Rory and me - - we're a team. I'm so sorry that they took that away from you," Amy answered sadly as she wiped her tears.
Thete heard the pain in her voice which added to his own confused feelings. They did all seem happy in the pictures. "Alright then," Thete said contemptuously, "If you are such good friends, answer me a question."
"Anything." Amy smiled while she rubbed the bruise on his hand.
Thete wished she'd stop; it was too sore, and finally he pulled his hand back. He heard her hitch a breath. "Where were you?" he asked accusingly. "Doctor Wilson said that I'm British. How did I get in front of a light in an alley, in America? Who did this to me? What crime did I commit?" he finished bitterly.
Thete froze when she suddenly laid her head in his lap. He could feel her tears land on his gown. His hand hovered above her head, unsure of where to land, finally settling on the arm rest. He shot a perplexed look at Rory, expecting him to make her move. Instead, she stayed there, talking.
Amy's voice was filled with sorrow and regret. "We back-packed around Europe for a year when Rory and I decided to get pregnant, and then I lost my ... anyway, you made us go home to Leadworth, and you decided to spend some time on a project. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't commit any crime."
Her breath hitched as she answered. "Almost a month ago, you sent us a message that someone was trying to interfere with your project, and then you - just - disappeared. We got some friends together to find you. Your Uncle Jack works for the government and he pulled out all the stops to find you, but you were gone. We don't know how or why they smuggled you to the States."
His interest suddenly peaked. "What project? Was it called tardis?"
Amy's head popped up. "Do you remember the TARDIS?"
"No. I said something, about something called tardis, and that it would hurt people. Doctor Wilson keeps asking if I remember what it is, but I don't. You might tell him, so he'll stop asking me. 'Cos frankly - it's annoying."
"Doctor, it was - - is your special energy project," Rory answered.
Thete wondered why the man looked disappointed about a project that wasn't even his, and why he couldn't get a name right. "First, I've already told you; my name isn't Doctor. I don't like it. Anyway, it's a stupid nickname," Thete snapped.
What was it with these two? he thought.
"So, I built a project that could hurt people?" he asked huskily.
"It would hurt people only if it's misused," Rory explained, "and you would never let that happen."
"This uncle, what does he do for the government?" So far these people and their answers were as confusing as the stupid portfolio.
Rory inhaled sharply before he pushed on with a the lie that Jack was an uncle. "He works for a group called Torchwood. It keeps Britain safe. Doctor, what do you remember about K'Nar?"
Thete's eyes snapped up to meet Rory's. "How? Do you know about her?" he asked coldly.
"She was in - - she was in the compound where you were held. Do you remember?" Rory kept his voice professional.
Thete looked away, wishing they just would go away. "She's gone," he said bitterly. "I promised to take her home and ... they pulled her away from me."
In his heart, he knew they were both lying, yet he couldn't understand how they even knew about her. To stay calm in front of these strangers, he closed his eyes. "Her screams ... I hear them ... in my head every time I close my eyes. She screams that the bad people are coming, and then she goes silent. She's dead. I promised her. I promised to take her home, and now she's dead." He opened his eyes again. "Did you find her body in that place? Is that how you know her?" He levelled a cold glare at the two.
"No, oh God, no," Amy almost sobbed. "We swear, she's not dead. She did go home. Her parents have hidden her. She begged us to find you."
Thete looked back at his wall. "You're lying."
"Doctor, look at us - - please," Rory asked.
When Thete looked back, his eyes were dark.
Rory started. "She's a brave, sweet kid. She looks so delicate, but she is tenacious, with the strength of a footballer."
"Do you remember her hair? She has long - -" Amy interrupted.
"Black, her hair is black, and she wore it in a braid. She has green eyes and a voice that's like music." Thete closed his eyes as he remembered the little girl he adored. Distracted, he didn't jerk back when Amy brushed his hair back and wiped a stray tear away.
"See, we're not lying," she said gently.
"Now," Rory interrupted, "you have a date. Amy, give us three minutes, and then get everyone in here. Come on Doctor, let's get you sorted and then bed."
"I told you, that's not my name," he growled. "My name is Thete. Why do you keep calling me that?"
Amy glanced at her husband. To Thete, it seemed that she was struggling almost as much as he was, but Doctor wasn't his name and they were making him angry.
"We're sorry, but we have called you that for a long time." She flashed a tight smile. "It started out as a joke because you were so smug about getting your doctorate at 18, and Rory was just getting in university. Now - - it's who you are." Amy chuckled as she stood up and leaned over to kiss Thete's cheek.
Thete winced and pulled back from her touch. His whole face was still sore, and she had no right to kiss him. It was insulting that a stranger would be that forward. He was pretty sure that it wasn't proper. He put his thumb on the button, and didn't move it until she backed away.
"I'm not," he whispered.
"You're not what?" Rory asked, perplexed.
Thete looked at them squarely. "I'm not your friend," he said firmly. "I don't know how you found out about K'Nar, or what you really want, but I'm not your doctor friend."
Amy flashed a sad smile at her husband as she stood up. "I'll be right back," she said as she headed for the door.
"Am I really an astrophysicist?" Thete asked when she had left.
"Yeah, you are. I've learned a lot about the universe from you," Rory answered.
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Amy made sure the door had closed behind her before she let out a soft gasp of pain. The sureness of his statement stabbed at her heart, forcing her to lean against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears. She couldn't let her overwhelming heartbreak drown her. She needed to focus on what was important. He was alive. He was alive and relatively in one piece. He would be the Doctor again, soon enough. She would help him remember, and until then, she had him back, and he was safe. When she opened her eyes, the two American women were standing in front of her. Nan opened her arms, and Amy walked into her embrace. "I have my boys back. Thank you," she sobbed.
"How did he do, love?" Nan asked.
"He's afraid of us. He flinched - well, actually jerked away, when I touched him ... as if he thought that we would hit him." She made no effort to hide her bitter heartbreak. "He doesn't remember anything. I was really hoping when he saw me that he would remember something about us. I think, we did get him to accept that we at least met K'Nar, but the rest is..." She paused as her breath hitched. "He is tired, but he's a stubborn git, and he wants to see the others."
"We should have explained that you shouldn't touch him. After his flashback, he's having a hard time." Nan laid a hand on Amy's arm to comfort her.
"Amy," Sarah spoke gently, but firmly, "We need to get him in bed. He's more than tired; he's exhausted. He's been up for three hours because he wouldn't go to bed until you got here."
Amy drew a breath and nodded. Knowing that they had him back lifted a little of the weight off her shoulders. Clearing her throat, she called across to the rest of the group. "Oi, you lot. The Doctor is in, and he will see you in three minutes." She grinned at the surprised looks on the others' faces. She did feel a certain amount of pride that she had beat them to the punch for once.
Rory pasted a smile on his face, pulled open a drawer and found a grooming kit someone had given Thete. He pulled out the comb and showed it to him. "Can I?" When he got a nod, he slid it gently through Thete's hair. Rory found the sight of his friend's bruised scalp with the accompanying missing patches of hair beyond infuriating. He forced his emotions as deep as possible before he leaned over to clip the bow-tie to Thete's gown. "There, now you almost look like you," he chuckled.
"I wear this thing?" Thete asked in disbelief.
"Well, yours is actually a silk one that you tie instead of clip on, but yeah, you do. If your face isn't too sore, I can do a quick shave? You've got a bit of a five o'clock shadow going," Rory offered. He fought to keep the anger out of his voice and off his face. He knew the bruises that he could see were nothing compared to the ones hidden by the gown, robe and coverlet on Thete's lap.
"No, Hank does that," Thete answered with a note of disgust in his voice.
"Well then, you're properly sorted. Ready to stand up and meet the rest of us?"
Thete nodded tersely, trying hard not to groan as he stood up.
"Okay, just lean into me. You can stand for a minute and then you have to go to bed."
Rory tried to sound cheery, but as Thete nodded and tried to stand, his prominent ribs and vertebrae combined with his raspy breathing sent Rory's mind wild with thoughts of revenge. It stood as a testament to his friend's 900 years-plus life that he wasn't bloody catatonic. With his arm around Thete's thin waist, he knew that when the time came, he would have no trouble shoving the bastards who'd done this out of an airlock. They both faced the door just as it opened. Thete swallowed his groan as three new people walked in followed by an angry nurse.
Rory remembered that her name was Cass, and made a mental note to apologise for over-stepping his bounds, but first he would introduce Thete to his own best friends. "Doc ... Thete, the big guy is your uncle. His name is Jack Harkness. The lovely lady in the leather jacket is Doctor Martha Jones, who is your doctor back home, and the lady with curly hair is your very close friend, River Song."
The sight of the bow-tie brought a breathy chuckle from River. "Well then, soldier, how goes the day?" River smiled warmly at the man she loved. It hurt Rory to see the pained expression in his daughter's eyes.
"Hey Doc, how ya doin'?" Jack saluted and tried to step closer, but Rory shook his head as he felt Thete pull back.
Rory looked at his own feet while the confusion on Thete's face grew as he searched the strangers faces, and finally heard him draw a pained breath. "You're Jack - do you live in a place called Cardiff?" Thete asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Yeah, I do." Jack's voice had a note of hope.
Thete squeezed his eyes tight and then looked at him. "Hank and Doctor Wilson said that I wanted a Jack to help me get K'Nar back, but I don't know; I don't remember saying that." He glanced over at River. "I - don't remember you, any of you."
"We know you don't," Jack sad with a hint of sadness in his voice. "It's okay. When you feel better, it'll come."
"What happened to the ginge?" Thete asked, glancing over at the door.
"Um, she's getting tea."The crack in River's voice as she spoke broke Rory's heart. Feeling Thete pull back when she tried to step a bit closer compounded the feeling. The longing in her eyes just to touch him was apparent to everyone but Thete.
"She said that you saw K'Nar - - that's she's alive?" he asked hesitantly.
"We do know her, and I swear to you, Doc, that girl is alive and safe. She's with her family. She asked us to find you," Jack answered.
"Then - - bring her here. If she's alive, bring her back to me," Thete demanded.
"I-can't, Doc," Jack stammered. "Her parents have hidden her."
"Right - sure," Thete shot back sarcastically. "Don't call me Doc. Hey, Cass?" He smiled at the nurse who stepped beside him.
Rory nodded toward the door, signalling the end of the visit.
"Look." Jack swallowed. "Martha is your doctor back home, and we're going to scoot out of here so she can see you. Is that alright with you?"
"Thete, bed ... now." Cass ordered as she slid an arm around his waist. "Captain, Miss Song, if you don't mind."
Thete found himself leaning heavily into Rory. His legs burned with the effort of standing, making it almost impossible to keep his knees from buckling. He felt Cass tighten her grip around his waist. Thete grimaced as they eased him back around to the bed. The very act of just standing left him too exhausted to notice or even care who stayed in the room. Rory was supporting most, if not all, of his weight as they peeled his dressing gown off, a fact that not only made him uncomfortable but a little mad at himself. He was absolutely, completely exhausted. He should be stronger than this, and he hated that he wasn't. When he glanced up at Cass, he was tempted to smirk about his success, but the look on her face was all that was necessary to know - he was in trouble. What was the word Mike used? Pissed off? Yep - - that's what Cass was - - pissed off. He looked back at the man called Rory who looked - - contrite. Thete giggled, getting a quizzical look in return. God, he has a big nose, Thete thought, wondering if it got in the way when he kissed the ginge.
"Who are you - - really?" His voice had weakened considerably.
"I am definitely your friend." Rory laughed. "Maybe it would be better to say that you are mine. You have taught me a lot."
Thete wondered if he sounded properly British, like Rory. "About the stars?" he asked, still confused why he should trust this stranger.
"And about other stuff," Rory replied quietly. "I told you once that you made people a danger to themselves because they wanted to impress you, but I was wrong. You have some weird ability to make people want to stand up for something. You always want to help make things better. This time, it's my turn to help you, to help make things better for you. Now - we're going to get you sorted, and then Doctor Jones will check you out. You'll like her."
"You seem to know what you're doing. Are you a nurse?" Cass asked tersely as they laid him down.
"Yeah, actually I am," Rory answered as he straightened Thete's catheter tubing so it wouldn't pull.
"Then you should know better than to stand a patient up who is as sick as Thete is, without permission!" Cass retorted hotly.
"I am sorry," Rory apologised. "I'm used to doing what he wants, and he really wanted to meet everyone on his feet."
"I know what he wanted, and we said no. Maybe, you should learn to do the same!" Cass snapped.
"Don't be mad, Cass," Thete interrupted. "He just listened." He felt himself drifting, but didn't want Cass mad. His headache was back, making it harder to stay focused.
"Thete, you know why we didn't want you pulling this. It was bad enough that you stayed up this long. Now, we'll get you settled and then you're taking your morphine. While I'm gone, your friend," she glared at Rory, Despite her anger, she managed to keep her voice gentle, "Rory the nurse is going to make you cough. Got it?" she ordered.
"Yes ma'am." Thete smiled cheekily. "You going to tell Hank on me?"
"Oh yeah," She answered tenderly as she adjusted his oxygen and checked his sats.
Martha walked back in just as they finished tucking Thete back into bed. Her friend looked bloody awful. She had to dig deep to plaster a smile on her face as she walked up next to Rory. She thanked the American nurse who just glared and then walked out of the room. Martha recognised the look of a nurse that was not at all happy about leaving her patient alone with the foreigners. Martha chuckled at the thought; she understood all too well how the woman felt.
Putting her physician face on, Martha turned her attention to her friend. He looked impossibly young. He was also feverish, short of breath and in pain. K'Nar had caused many more problems than just wiping his memories, and it did seem that Rory's assessment on the plane might just be correct. His eyes didn't hold even a glimmer of recognition. Even when he'd used the chameleon arch, the ship left him with enough memory to recognise her. Now his eyes held nothing but mistrust.
"You've managed to get yourself in a state, haven't you?" Martha brushed his damp hair back out of his eyes. She couldn't imagine how sore his face was, or how much his jaws ached.
"Is that how you greet all your patients? What kind of doctor are you anyway?" Thete shifted to see her better. "Are you really my doctor?"
"Yes, it is how, I greet my patients, and I am a good one. And yes, back home, I am your doctor ... and your friend. Can I..." Martha asked before she lifted his gown to expose his chest. She forced a smile as she pulled out her stethoscope to listen. He flinched when she laid the stethoscope against his bruised chest. The tiny flinch hurt almost as much as the time he shoved her out of the room at that stupid school for boys. It was hard to keep her face pleasantly expressionless as she listened to his hearts race and his lungs crackle with each breath. When she slipped the stethoscope around her neck, her fingers unconsciously reached to brush the mop of unruly hair away from his eyes. His sweaty skin burned against her hand . These strangers would never realise how hot he felt. They'd just think he had a low-grade fever. To confirm her worst fears for his condition, Martha slipped out the TARDIS bio scanner and pressed a button at the bottom. The device elicited a green light as she scanned every inch of Thete's body including the bottom of his feet.
"What is that?" His eyebrows knitted together momentarily fascinated as he held his hand out.
Martha handed it to him and glanced at Rory. They both hoped that he would recognise the technology.
"It's a bio scanner. " When did I become such a good liar, she thought as she spoke, "You invented it for Torchwood and UNIT for use by medics in Afghanistan. Budget cuts side-tracked it, so it's a one of a kind, but we still use it. "
"What does it show you about me ?" He handed it back without any sign that he recognised the piece of TARDIS technology.
Martha was disappointed that the only thing showing in those tormented green eyes was pain. " I will let you know after I get a sample of your blood and talk to Dr Wilson, okay? That was your question. Now, I have a couple. First, where did you get this quilt? It's beautiful."
"Sarah made it. She's an artist. She knits too and sells it on-line. Is that it?"
"Not hardly. Where do you hurt ? "
Thete snorted. "It's easier to ask where I don't hurt. Worst, I have a headache, my chest hurts, and my shoulder is killing me. Everywhere else just sort of aches."
"Okay." Martha glanced at Rory and mentally crossed her fingers, hoping she didn't push him too far. "What's your absolute clearest memory before waking up here ?"
Martha watched Thete's face ; he struggled to find the answer, and then she saw anger replace the pained look in his eyes.
"You said two questions, but Nan said I had to be polite. I remember a light and my friend screaming. I don't remember anything else, " he snapped.
"Do you remember your name or why we call you Doctor?"
For just a second, Martha thought she saw something spark, but the look of confusion quickly turned to anger. So much for not pushing him too far.
"My name is Thete! T-H-E-T-E. It's not Jonathan whatever, or Doctor, or that stupid Doc. It. Is. Thete!" His voice raised several notches. "I don't know if I have a mum and dad, or a family or a job. I don't remember you, not any of you! I saw that portfolio, none of it made sense. I don't remember that scanner thing or making it. I just remember the stars, K'Nar and my friends here. Get out of here and leave me alone! Go back to Britain! I'm not leaving here until I want to. I can still fight if I have to! Just ask the people I've kicked off me. Hank! Where's Hank?" The yelling sent him into a spasm of coughing.
"Calm down," Martha said gently as she laid the scanner aside and readjusted his oxygen. When he was breathing easier, she shut of the scanner and slipped the device in her pocket. " I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." She flashed a worried look at Rory as she tried to keep her worry from the man who was now a patient who didn't trust her. "We'll talk to Doctor Wilson. "
As they turned to leave, they were startled by an older black man walking in looking less than pleased with what he'd heard.
"That was rude, Thete. I could hear you outside. Now, apologise," Hank said quietly.
"Sorry," Thete mumbled, sounding like a grumpy teenager than someone with an over 900 year-old soul.
"Hi, I'm Martha Jones, and this is Rory Williams," Martha said as she chuckled. They both shook the man's hand.
"Sorry, he's a little cranky. But I'm glad that he can hear people who sound like him. It threw him for a loop when he first heard a bunch of Kentuckians talkin ' to him." Hank made his way to Thete. " How are you feeling, son ?"
"I'm tired, and I hurt, Hank. I don't like her, make her go away - now. " He grimaced, sounding exhausted. "Sarah said that you were working out your angst?"
"You're sick, but you don't get to be rude to women. Remember, that's the one rule you don't break. Being rude to women will tend to get you slapped. Cass is bringing something for your pain. " He chuckled as he caressed Thete's head. "And for future reference, angst is wife code for chores. Now, I'm here; try to get some sleep. "
It was obvious to Martha and Rory that this man truly cared for Thete. To Martha, he sounded remarkably like a dad talking to his cranky teenage son. That broke Martha's heart. For a man as brilliant as her friend, regardless of how young he looked in this incarnation, to have collapsed so far was simply unfathomable.
Hank pulled the chair close to the bed and nodded his head toward the door, leaving Martha and Rory to head for the door. Both watched Thete turn on his side to get closer to Hank for the gentle touch of his hand stroking his head. Almost immediately, he closed his eyes and tuned their presence out.
As the door closed behind them, they looked at each other with tight smiles. On the one hand, they felt much like errant school children who had just been dismissed by their headmaster. While superiors certainly had dismissed Rory in the past, it had been a long time since anyone dared to dismiss Martha Jones. On the other, they were both grateful that for as evil as the universe could be, it could also be incredibly kind. Before stepping away, they heard Hank's deep voice. Ignoring the officer outside the door, they leaned in to listen, and smiled.
Hank was singing Thete to sleep.