-The Doctor-
She was always crying. He could hear her as he laid in his bed, and he begged for her to stop. Beside him Martha slept soundly.
- Martha Jones -
She had arisen early, and called Jack to see if he could stay with the Doctor for a few hours. She hadn't been off the TARDIS for more then a few minutes since she had brought the Doctor home. While she loved it there, she couldn't help him if she was going insane herself. Tish had invited her out for lunch, and she jumped at the opportunity to relax for a little while. She was feeling slightly guilty though as she sat on the couch across from the Doctor and waited for him to talk. Everything that had spilled out of his mouth a two weeks ago had seemed to be all he would say.
"Tell me about the room," she said again and he didn't respond. His eyes glazed over. He seemed lost in his thoughts as he sat and stared over her shoulder.
- The Doctor -
He heard her say "tell me about the room." It was all she wanted to talk about but her couldn't tell her. If he did she would be so disgusted with him that she would leave him forever, and he couldn't bare the thought of her not being there. His mind went back to the first time he entered the room.
The chains were undone, and he was dropped roughly to the floor. He passed out briefly as his broken bones jolted painfully on the ground. When he came to he was being drug through a door he hadn't noticed before. He was laid down on the bed in the room, and then the guards left. He lay there waiting to see what happened when they came back with a young lady. She couldn't have been more then 20. She was fighting them, and screaming at them to let her go. They threw her into the room. She landed roughly on her knees, and scrambled to get away from them. One of the guards stepped forward, grabbed her hair, and forced her head back to look at the Doctor. Mrs. X came into the room behind them.
"Isn't she pretty," she said looking at him. He just stared at her, not daring to answer.
"Look at her." He looked and saw that she had a thin face and long brown hair. Her blue eyes were red around the edges, and her face was streaked with tears. Mrs X. turned and moved towards the door. The other guard stepped forward and grabbed the girl. She fought them as they tore her clothes off, and then threw her on the bed as well. She tried to stand up. The guard hit her sending her flying backwards again. He tried to help her, and was rewarded with being hit so hard he blacked out for a moment. He came to as they were tying her down to the bed. Her arms above her head and her legs spread wide.
Mrs. X gave him a satisfied smile.
"You like her. She's yours." He looked at her confused.
"Go on take her." Realizing what they wanted he shook his head no. Her smile faded.
"Oh, Bad dog," she spat. He was drug out of the room and chained up again. She came up to him.
"Have you learned nothing. You can't tell me no." She drug her nails down his cheek and then slapped him. He watched as one of the guards approached her and handed her a whip. He didn't think the pain could get any worse until he felt the first lash across his back. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out as tears filled his eyes. Ten lashes later they turned and left the room.
They returned later that day. She held the whip still in her hand. "Are you ready to listen." He shook his head no.
"You leave me no choice," she whipped him again, he lost track of how many times. He was numb when they left the room again. When the room was quiet he could hear the girl in the room nearby crying, and screaming for somebody to help her. He couldn't answer her, he knew that if he did they would come back. All he could do was listen, as he shut down his mind for the first time.
- Martha Jones -
"Doctor," she said softly and he didn't respond. He just continued to stare at the same point on the wall.
"Doctor." She softly put her hand on his shoulder and he jerked away quickly. His eyes filling with fear. She hears a gentle knock on the door and stands up to see Jack standing there. She looked down at her watch.
"You're early," she told him. "I'm sorry I wasted your time. I can't go out now and leave him like this."
"You need to think of yourself too Martha," Jack said coming up behind her. "He'll be fine for a few hours."
She looked back at the Doctor and realized that he was staring at them. Hearing Jack's voice had snapped his mind back to reality.
"You're leaving me," he asked sadly.
"Just for a few hours," Martha said softly. "Tish wants to see me. I'll be back in time for dinner, but Jack is going to stay with you for the afternoon."
She left the room to get ready.
- The Doctor -
Jack sat down in the chair, Martha had vacated moments before. He stared at Jack, and wondered how long it would be before Jack left him too. He had driven Martha away, he had been trying to get back on his feet, but maybe it wasn't enough. Martha came back into the room wearing her normal jeans and shirt. She had done her hair up and put on make up. She came over to him and gave him a brief hug, and then kissed the top of his head.
"I'll be back. I promise," she said to him again. She turned to Jack.
"Take good care of him." And Jack saluted her. Once she was gone, he turned his attention back to Jack.
"You hungry, Doctor?" Jack asked him and he shook his head.
"You want to read." He picked up the book Martha and him had started recently.
"No," he whispered softly. He ran his hands through his hair and down his beard. He hadn't shaved or had a hair cut since he had been put in that room. Maybe it was time to change that. He pulled his hair down and looked at it.
"Can you help me?" he asked him and Jack stood. Taking Jack's arm he walked slowly down the corridor to the bathroom.
"Just about finished," Jack said and he heard the scissors sniping again.
"There," Jack announced and leaned back to admire his work, he grabbed a small mirror off the counter and held it out to the Doctor. He took the mirror and looked into it. He smiled as he saw the man he once was looking out at him. His hair was spiked, and his face was shaved except for the side burns.
"Thank you," he said setting down the mirror and pulling himself up. Jack reached out to help him, and he held out his hand to stop Jack. He balanced himself on the counter. He then walked slowly to the bathroom door. Leaning heavily against the corridor walls he managed to walk the few feet to the kitchen and sit down.
Jack who had been following him, left to clean the bathroom. He pulled himself up again and made his way slowly to the counter. He looked in the cupboards, happy to see someone had gone shopping. He started pulling things down. Martha had been taking care of him, now he would take care of her. He was going to make her dinner.