A/N: Wow, I can upload again, there's a miracle. :P

Glad there's a reason I can use for late postage this time :)

And ha, I just realised, I've accidently labelled two chapter sevens...wow, I really can't count, can I?

TIme for a little exporting...

Chapter 14 – "I'm Not Gay!"

"Nothin' you can say is gonna change my mind mum," Rose insisted, pulling her only black hoody over her head as she equipped for her night out. "He's in there, and I'm gettin' him out."

"Have you seen the newspapers recently Rose?" Jackie asked mildly, waving about a copy of the 'Daily Star'. Rose could read the headline quite clearly from where she stood.

CONVINCT ESCAPES HIGH SECURITY PRISON

Police urge witnesses to come forward

And there she was, her grinning face all over the front page, declaring her as an 'Escaped Convict'. Various words jumped out at her front the frontpage, words like, 'DANGEROUS', 'SUICIDAL' and 'AGGRESSIVE'. In all seriousness – it made her giggle.

"Yeah well you know it ain't true," Rose said offhandedly, hunting through the brown paper bag the hospital had given her as items off of the Doctor.

"I do and you do Rose, but the entire population of the UK doesn't!"

"Mmmhmm," Rose hummed uncaringly, finding the Sonic Screwdriver and placing it carefully into her backpack.

"I'm beggin' you Rose, please don't go get yourself killed…"

Rose didn't bother looking up. "I'm not just doin' it for my satisfaction mum, I'm doin' it for the Doctor and our child. Ah!" She smiled, producing the psychic paper and gently laying it in the backpack next to the Sonic Screwdriver.

"If you get caught today Rose, that child will live a life of misery – no parents, no toys, no relations, no happiness, experimented on day and night – all because you wanted to get the Doctor back for yourself."

"Well," Rose considered, getting onto her feet as she threw the backpack over her shoulder. "I'll just have to not get caught then, won't I?"

Jackie swallowed, watching her daughter walk to her horrible fate lying in wait just outside the door. Suddenly she stepped out infront of the door, her arms barring the way.

"I won't let you go Rose," she said firmly with a determined nod. Rose suddenly began to feel incredibly impatient.

"But mum!" she started, and suddenly felt Howard's heavy hand clamp down reassuringly on her shoulder.

"I'll go wit' 'er Jackie," he said in that wistful Irish accent. "It's obvious t'me she loves this alien, so I'll 'elp 'er get him back. I'll look after 'er."

Rose watched her mother closely as her confidence faltered right, right down into the minuses. Jackie paused for a moment, before stepping away from the front door, hands snapping to her hips.

"Make sure ya both wear a coat, it's cold out."

Rose.

He tried to bolt upright; panic suddenly erupting within him as his mind went into worry overload. But before he could even start to move his body imploded with pain, making him cry out slightly and relax back onto the table. Fighting all the stinging pains and aches over his body, he opened his eyes and scanned his immediate surroundings thoroughly to decipher what was happening.

He found himself in a small white room, lying flat on a table of metal dressed in a white t-shirt and shorts. He was attached to a ton of monitors, all beeping in steady tones – but at least he was alive.

Even though the lights were out where he was, they weren't on the other side of his room window. He could see a figure standing outside, holding something – a gun? Yes, it was a gun, and wearing body armour, only his head remaining unprotected.

He was in some kind of government base, guarded by the military, who were currently standing outside his door, holding quite large lethal weapons. Whether the guards were there to protect him from anyone coming in, or protect anyone from him coming out, was an entirely different and dangerous matter, and testing that theory created a 50 chance he'd get killed in some way.

Rose.

He had to find her. How had to protect her. But how could he get out? Besides – he could be in Germany for all he knew.

Biting his lip, he glanced around the room for something like a security camera or sound bug rigged in the room somewhere. Knowing humans all too well, he knew they would have to track him somehow and he didn't exactly want the entire world watching and listening while he thought of an escape plan.

He searched the room intently for at least five minutes, but could find nothing from where he lay. Deciding to get up and search he tried to pull any to the right, but not only did every single one of his limbs make some sort of protest to the action, he was also bound down – so he just laid immobile on the table.

Then it struck him. Of course. It was so simple. So…easy. He glanced outside the window again. The guard hadn't moved from his position a couple of minutes ago.

He suddenly opened his mouth and cried out in agony, begging for the guard's attention. He fell back onto the table, yelling out blue murder as he twisted manically, fighting the constant pain from his forced jerks.

He heard the door burst open, and he cried out again.

"What's going on?!" the guard yelled, and the Doctor heard a clatter as the gun the guard had been holding hit the floor hard.

"It's hurting!!!" the Doctor shouted out again, twisting over. "Help me!!! Please!!!"

"Where's it hurting?!" the guard asked helplessly.

The Doctor tried to move his hand, but the binds stopped his movement.

The guard saw this, and immediately made a jumped decision in a panic. "Hold on!" And just as the Doctor had expected, he unfastened the bind, and the second after he did the guard felt a sudden excruciating pain on the side of his head, and the entire world turned sideways, and then black as he hit the floor.

"Ah…" The Doctor shook out his hand which he had hit the guard with, and extremely slowly climbed off of the table and onto exceptionally unsteady feet. Given the fact one was fractured and the other burnt to a crisp, it was a surprise he could walk at all.

Slowly hobbling over to the now open doorway, he peeked out the frame and looked from side to side down the hallway. There were more guards posted at the doors at each end of the hall, but they were on the other side of the doors - facing away - oblivious to what had just happened.

Conveniently, there was a lift at the end of corridor.

He staggered down the corridor, as quickly as he could without making too much noise. Slipping into the lift he stabbed at the ground floor button quickly, resisting the urge to collapse onto the ground and fall asleep for an hour or two.

The Doctor suddenly felt the lift stop and he straightened up the best he could, his mind already set out into a plan. Run, basically. Run to the Powell Estate, find Rose, get to the Zero Room and spend a long time in there trying to recuperate. A long, long time. Give it a couple of millennia.

The doors slid open, and his jaw dropped.

Then Jack's face fell.

Here the two-hearted alien stood infront of him, but this wasn't the two-hearted alien he'd wanted.

He'd been hoping to see those big ears, big nose, blue eyes and a bald head, but was instead face with normal sized ears, normal nose, brown eyes and large quantities of brown hair that seemed nothing short of uncontrollable.

A lot cuter as Jack - being the publicly confessed bi-sexual that he was - had to admit. He sighed to himself as he stared at the wrecked person, who was only just about managing to stand up in the lift infront of him. Maybe it was another Timelord?

The alien moved a hand slowly towards the panel of numbers, and pressed one, not taking his eyes off of Jack.

Jack casually walked forward, strolling into the lift beside the alien as the doors buzzed close behind him. Jack casually began to whistle a cheerful tune, bouncing up and down on his toes as the lift ascended.

"So, d'you come here often?" Jack asked, grinning his broadest grin as the alien just continued to stare at him, looking nothing short of shell-shocked.

"Jack," the alien suddenly said in a voice with no trace of Northern in, frowning slightly. "What are you doing working for a secret government organisation tracking aliens?"

"How d'you know my name?" Jack asked, not answering his question.

"Captain Jack Harkness," the alien blurted out with a nod. "Conman. Rose and me. Sonic screwdriver. Gas mask zombies. London in the Blitz. TARDIS. Slitheen. Gamestation. Daleks. Dancing."

Jack stared at him in disbelief for a few moments, taking in his altered appearance before he opened his mouth. "You're lookin' cute, Doc."

The Doctor smiled slightly as he opened his mouth to answer, but then whimpered in pain as his ribs starting aching, doubling over in pain.

"You okay?" Jack asked, stepping forward to support him.

He nodded, standing up straight and trying to ignore the pains.

"So, what's with the face lift?" Jack asked casually after the Doctor's breathing had levelled out.

"Regeneration," he said simply,

"Regeneration?" Jack frowned. "Always thought that was myth."

"You think red pubic hair's a myth," the Doctor replied simply, and Jack just shrugged.

"And how would you know, Doc?"

"Mind easing off on the 'Doc'? Makes me sound like a reject outta…" He breathed in sharply before continuing, holding his chest again. "…Outta a cowboy western."

"Okay, pardner." Jack grinned, putting on a Texan accent. "Gee wiz Doc, how's about some rootin' and tootin' with the town sheriff at the third strike of noon, yeehaw!"

"Shut up."

"Err, incase you hadn't noticed Doc, you're in the middle of a high security government base for dissecting alien lifeforms, and guess what?" He smiled broadly. "I'm in charge. So you'd better start callin' me 'sir'."

The Doctor let out a snort of laughter, and then caught Jack's expression. "Sorry," he said hastily, before adding with a note of plea in his voice, "can I go then?"

If Jack did actually lead the base, he was making a damn fine impression of totally ignoring his duties. Instead of answering the request, he suddenly clasped the Doctor's face in his own two hands and gave him a big wet kiss on the lips.

Then the lifts doors opened.

Jack didn't stop kissing him though.

The Doctor's frantic eyes searched to outside the lift, where he could see several guards standing and staring at the both of them, transfixed.

After what seemed like hours, Jack drew back and the Doctor gasped for air, immediately turning to face the crowd outside the lift.

"I'm not gay!" he insisted, waving his unbroken arm around in protest. "He kissed me!"

And within seconds they swarmed onto him.

He felt ropes suddenly bind his hands together, followed by his feet. Several injections stabbed into his neck at the same time and released their substance, and the Doctor suddenly felt like he was on fire, heat searing through his blood and spreading through his body rapidly. He found himself jerking, screaming in agony as his throat swelled up and he found he couldn't breathe properly.

He could barely hear the alarmed cries of Jack from behind him. He felt so sick. So ill. Something was coming out his mouth, but he didn't know if it was blood or foam. He was having a serious anaphylactic attack to some penicillin they'd injected into him, and he was going to die for it.

His eyes ached as all he could see was white - even though his eyes were closed. His head pounded with pain as he tried to breathe in again, but nothing came.

Then blinding white light stopped; only for the mass of blackness that suddenly cast itself onto him, and the Doctor knew no more.