DISCLAIMER: I don't own Torchwood or Doctor Who. Much to my regret.

I do own Draconus, Sam, the Hoppers, and Dresden. Hands off.

(Italics = thoughts, dreaming; bold = Dragon talk, telepathy)

Because someone asked me to:

Chapter Two

"Isn't that what we should be asking you?" Captain John asked, "I mean, you did just pop into existence right on our doorstep."

"What do you mean 'our'?" Gwen demanded, turning to him.

"Sorry. Their doorstep," Captain John corrected himself, waving his hands in mock surrender.

"That's better," Gwen said, satisfied.

"What's your name?" Ianto asked, redirecting the conversation back to me.

I stared at him blankly. "My what?"

"Your name. What is it?" Gwen repeated. I remained silent.

"Oh, come now, you must have a name. Everbody has a name," Captain John urged.

"He doesn't have a name," I said, pointing at the Doctor.

"How did you know that?" the Doctor asked, confusion in his brown eyes.

"I know everything," I said, tucking my hands in my pockets. "And my name's Sam."

"I think you'll find I'm the one who knows everything. And what kind of a name is Sam?" the Doctor corrected arrogantly.

"The one I choose to tell you. And since you don't know what kind of a name Sam is, you can't reasonably say that you know everything, can you?" I reasoned, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"It was a rhetorical question. And if you're so smart, then what's my name?" the Doctor challenged.

"That's easy. You're the Doctor, Doc," I answered without missing a beat.

"Don't call me Doc," the Doctor said.

"Are you two finished yet? Because you still haven't answered our question," Captain Jack interrupted, irritated.

"I don't know," I said, shrugging.

"You don't know if you're finished, or you don't know how you got here?" Gwen asked.

"I don't know how I got here," I said.

That's easy. I brought you here, a voice informed.

"Who said that?" I demanded, startled.

I did, the voice said again, just as a small, grey dragon pooped into existence a few inches from my nose. I'm called Draconus. It's nice to meet you, not-Sam.