When The Doctor Needs A Doctor
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Beta - I Shot The Sheriff
Chapter 5: Torchwood Institute
Jack threw open the door to the SUV and quickly stepped out, Owen and Gwen a beat behind him. He pulled open the door to the back seat, which The Doctor was laid across, unconscious, and carefully tugged him out. Jack took the other man into his arms and carried him towards the hub. Gwen ran ahead to hold the door open, whilst Owen lagged behind slightly.
As Jack carried The Doctor inside, Ianto looked on from behind the counter, he opened the door for them, and quickly followed them down into the base.
Jack placed The Doctor onto the medical table and then stood back; all of his team was stood behind him except for Owen who was busy preparing equipment. "What happened to him?" Tosh asked, watching the man's chest rise and fall with each breath.
"He seems to have had an allergic reaction to one of the medicines," Owen answered. "Usually I'd first check for things like that, but when you have Jack breathing down your neck…" He left it open, giving his boss a pointed look. Jack ignored this and turned to his team.
"Right, back to work." They went back to there stations reluctantly as told and Jack gave The Doctor one last look before following them out, leaving Owen to treat him.
It wasn't for another twenty minutes until Owen came out, and he walked straight over to Jack. "What is he?"
Jack put down a document he was reading and turned to him. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play stupid Jack," Owen warned, getting everyone's attention. "I've just gave him a full scan, his DNA is nothing like a human's, he has a third strand for a start, his brain is larger than a humans and the waves aren't right. To add to that, he has two hearts! What is he Jack? 'Cos he sure is hell ain't human."
Jack sighed; he knew Owen would find out, he'd just hoped that he'd be able to treat The Doctor first. Jack hated questions. "You're right. He's alien."
"What's his species?"
"It doesn't matter," Jack shook his head. "You won't have heard of them."
"Maybe not, but if I know what he is I could do some research, find out how to treat him, for all I know he could be allergic to a bloody needle."
Jack glanced at the rest of the team, all had been listening, Tosh already had her fingers hovering above her keyboard, waiting to do some research on The Doctor. Jack then turned back to face Owen. "You wouldn't find anything about them, humans know nothing about his home planet."
Owen, however, wasn't happy with this answer. "We need to know Jack! Stop keeping so many secrets! We're not even meant to be healing sick aliens, we're meant to be capturing them and studying their technology!"
"Are we safe with him around?" Gwen cut in. "I mean if he's alien, shouldn't we put him in one of the cell's?"
"Does he seem dangerous to you Gwen?!" Jack snapped.
"Well, no, I mean, it's just that…" Gwen stuttered, surprised - that was the first time Jack had ever shouted at her.
"If he wanted to kill you he would have done it already."
Gwen looked at Jack for a few seconds, just nodded, muttered a sorry and kept quiet.
"Just… Everyone back to work." Jack ordered.
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The Doctor woke with a low groan, a dull acing in his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked around. The first thing he noticed was that he was in some sort of medical room, laid on a table/bed. Still laid down, he looked to his left, trying to figure out how he got here and if he was safe. He saw a woman, but her back was to him. She seemed to be going through some files. Keeping his eyes on her, The Doctor sat up. He was just sliding off the table when she turned around, jumping slightly in alarm. "Oh, you're awake."
Now that he could properly see her, The Doctor noticed that she was Japanese, and for some strange reason, he could have sworn he'd seen her before. He couldn't think where though and so he shrugged off the feeling; maybe he'd seen her in passing. "Hello, who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Toshiko Sato. Tosh for short," She gave him a small smile. "I'll go and get Jack now you're awake shall I?"
Tosh gave him another quick smile, looking quite nervous, and left up some stairs and through a door.
As she left, The Doctor settled back down, sat with his legs hanging over the side of the bed, swinging them. If Jack was here, then he obviously wasn't in any danger, and Tosh seemed pleasant enough.
For the next few minutes he amused himself by humming tunelessly, taking in his surroundings and trying to ignore the dull pain.
Before long, the door flew open and Jack, accompanied by Owen, Gwen, Tosh and a man The Doctor didn't know. "Hello," The Doctor grinned with a wave.
"Good to see your up," Jack said.
"Good to be up," The Doctor agreed. "I haven't slept so much in the last day since before the Time War."
"Time War?" Tosh questioned.
"Oh, long story," The Doctor brushed the question off. "You don't want to hear it."
Tosh looked as though she was going to ask more questions, so Jack quickly interrupted. "Well, Doctor, this is Ianto, you've met the rest."
"It's just the five of you?" The Doctor asked, sounding surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason… This is Torchwood right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, its just that I always imagined Torchwood to be, bigger. You know, bunch of alien specialists around, scientists, soldiers maybe."
"Well," Jack shrugged, "The London one was like that. It seems as though they don't really care for Cardiff."
"Huh, guess Blon Fel-Fotch Pasameer-Day Slitheen was right."
"Who?" Gwen asked, trying to pronounce the name in her head with little success.
"Blon Fel-Fotch Pasameer-Day Slitheen, she's from Raxacoricofallapatorius." The Doctor explained, oblivious to the odd looks he was getting. "You'll remember her Jack."
Jack nodded with a grin. "The TARDIS turned her into an egg."
The Torchwood team decided not to comment on this. Instead, Ianto decided to ask Jack more questions. "So how did you two meet - with that Slitheen?"
The Doctor had already figured out that the team new little of Jack's past, and so he decided to leave Jack to answer.
"No, we meet before that in London."
"So what, you used to meet up?" Ianto continued.
Jack was already getting annoyed with the questions, and it was only the second one. "We travelled together for a while along with a girl called Rose."
"That girl who rang?" Gwen asked, remembering the call that took Jack to London.
"Yeah, her," Jack said in a voice which clearly stated that he'd answer no more of their questions.
The Doctor had been watching Jack closely throughout that, but it still didn't stop him from noticing the slight, almost accusing, way that Ianto spoke and couldn't help but wonder if he and Jack have something going on.
He hadn't known him long, but The Doctor wasn't to keen on Ianto already. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't like the thought of Jack being with him. And he sure as Hell didn't like the glance Ianto had just sent to Jack. He new Jack first dammit, not the Welsh man.
'What am I thinking? So what if they're together? It doesn't concern me. Besides I have Rose… Kind of.' The Doctor shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. 'For the love of Rassilon I'm losing it.'
"Well," Jack's voice spoke, interrupting his thoughts. "Want a tour?"
The Doctor ginned and jumped off the bed. "This way then," Jack gestured, "Oh, and watch out for Myfanwy."
"Who?" The Doctor asked in confusion as they exited the room. The rest of the team came out after and went back to work.
"Our pet pterodactyl." He grinned.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Where on Earth did you get a dinosaur?"
"Fell through the riff a while back. She was killing and eating sheep, so we caught her and decided to keep her - of course, she had to learn some table manners first."
"Of course," The Doctor agreed with amusement. "So your job is going round saving innocent animals from an evil fate?" he joked.
Jack grinned, putting on a serious voice. "Yep, that's Torchwood, above the Rescue Homes, outside the RSPCA. Tapping dinosaurs and large predators that threaten cute little fluffy puppy's."
The Doctor laughed. "Sounds just the right job for you Jack," He was going to say more when something caught his eye, a glass jar full of some sort of preservative liquid, covering a severed hand. The Doctor ran over and picked it up. "Hey, that's my hand!" He turned to Jack, who'd followed him over. "How did you get my hand?"
Jack shrugged lightly. "Well the day it got cut off it fell from the Sycorax Ship, hit some poor bugger on the head, put him in hospital with brain injury, some friend of his took it to the police, Torchwood One somehow found out about it, not sure how they knew it wasn't human, I guess because it fell from the ship…anyway, I, er, borrowed it off them for safe keeping."
The Doctor nodded as they both looked at it. The hand itself began to twitch, as though it wanted to rejoin with The Doctor.
"Sorry hand," he said, as though talking to a child who wasn't allowed where he's going. "I already have a new one." To emphasize his point he waved his newest hand in front of the jar.
Jack looked at the hand to. "How exactly did you get a new hand? I know you can regenerate, but I never new that you could grow new body parts."
"Oh I can't usually, it was because I was in the first fifteen hours of my regeneration," he explained, still watching his hand curiously.
"What if you got your head chopped off?" Jack grinned. "Would that grow back?"
The Doctor set his hand down. "I highly doubt it, I'd most likely just die for good. It's not really something I've cared to test. I'm guessing that'd just about kill anything, even you, Mr I-Can't-Die."
"Probably, but I'm not to keen on finding out either."
"Which," The Doctor began, looking at Jack. "Leads me onto my next question… Well first question, and I guess it doesn't really lead on to it, it just made me think of our little talk back at Rose's. So really it's something completely different, well, not different in the sense that it has nothing to do with dying as travelling in space always leaves you with plenty of opportunities to die, or is that just with me? Anyway, as I was saying when we was back at Rose's and we where talking about the Bad Wolf and how Rose brought you back, killed the Daleks and I regenerated, oh, never tell Rose I had to regenerate because of her. As I was saying, well, getting to, well, going to get to sometime soon enough, which I'll just cut to now shall I judging by the look on your face. I really can talk can't I? Anyway, the question, when and how are you going to tell your team that you're leaving?... If you still want to of course…"
Jack's annoyed look at the babbling changed in an instant at The Doctor's question. He'd forgotten about that. "I'm not really sure, to be honest I never really thought about it."
The Doctor nodded slowly. "Do you still want to come?"
"Of course!" Jack answered without hesitation, which The Doctor picked up on, causing him to smile slightly.
What the pair failed to notice however was Gwen who was stood a few feet away, having caught last bit of the conversation. "You're leaving?"
Jack and The Doctor spun around to face Gwen's upset and confused face. "You're leaving?" She repeated, eyes fixed on Jack
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-A/N: Hope you liked it. Hmm, wonder why The Doctor didn't take a liking to Ianto? ;) Just to let you know, I like Ianto, just want a bit of jealously in here (you'll see more of it next chapter). Thanks for reading!