A/N: Hola peoples! I realize I haven't updated in awhile but I've been really busy doing nothing! So here you go! Now, I realize that it's dark. Like really, really, really dark. But cheer up! It'll get sillier as it goes on!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I wanna! SO badly! Oh the things I would do…

"Welcome to the viewing room!" Kovarian exclaimed, giddy as a 5-year-old on Christmas. The Doctor could barely hide his revulsion behind the smile he plastered on his face. Oh, God. If you exist, please do horrible things to her in the afterlife."So, what do we do now?"

"Well, John, now we begin!" With a flourish of her hand the curtain was pulled back, revealing a small white room. The room was empty, save for a table. Well, a table and a girl. The girl. She was wearing the same white dress he had seen her in earlier. Her hair was pulled back now, her face ashen. His chest tightened at the sight of the poor girl's lifeless expression. He knew that she needed his help, but for once in his life he felt completely helpless.

"Well, John Smith, are you ready to begin?" She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Not trusting hos voice, the Doctor just nodded. Kovarian waved her hand, signaling the man to open the door. The girl turned her head stiffly, as if it hurt her to do so. There was fear in her eyes, pure terror. Obviously the two had been aquaintted before now.

"What's her name?"

"Hmmm…?" Kovarian replied, not moving her gaze from the girl.

"The girl, what's her name?" This caught Kovarian's attention. She turned her head towards the Doctor, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"She doesn't have one." This simple reply shocked him.

"Everyone has a name!"

"We don't use them here. This should've been in the file." Suspicion quickly filled her voice and eyes. Quickly, the doctor tried to think of a proper lie.

"Oh, yes! The file! Of course. You see, I've been short on sleep, and my memory hasn't been the greatest as of late." Kovarian nodded, trust returning to her expression. The Doctor sighed. Crisis averted.

"WE feel that titles are wasted on those who have barely the competence to tie their own shoes. She is simply referred to as Patient 03618. Now, if we could please return to the main event." The Doctor's stomach was clenching, he felt as though he was going to puke. Which was insane, for a Timelord never vomits. It simply doesn't fit into their anatomy. Like horses.Shaking his head, he turned his gaze to the room. The girl hadn't so much as flinched. Her gaze was straightforward, focused at the wall.

With a nod of her head Kovarian signaled the start. Moving forward quickly, the man grabbed the girl's arm. She cried out, a reflexive yelp. From his belt the man pulled a long knife. The Doctor gulped at the sight of it, gleaming cruelly in the harsh light. Kovarian marched in the room then, and stopped only to stand across from the girl.

"Now, what is your name?"

The girl, her gaze defiant, replied calmly. "Charles Isabelle Smith, well, yeah. Well, it really depends who you talk to. My mom would've sad my last name was Tyler, my step-dad Smith. But lets go with Smith for now."

"Wrong." Nodding to the man, Kovarian signaled the start. The man touched the blade to the girl's, Charles's, arm and pulled back. A small thin line of red appeared. Charles hissed, the pain causing beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"Now, what is your mother's name?"

"Rose Marion Tyler." Another cut.

"Wrong. Where we're you born?"

"The parallel universe also known as Pete's World." Another thin line of red.

"Wrong." The questioning continued for nearly an hour, Charles saying the wrong answer every time, with each answer resulting in a cut. Finally, they were down to the last question. Charles was nearly white, fighting unconsciousness. Each cut was another blow to the stomach for the Doctor, each one driving the hatred deeper.

"Wrong. Who is your father?" This question caught the Doctor's attention. He had been assuming it was the Meta- Crisis Doctor.

"The Doctor" she whispered.

"Excuse me, you're going to have to speak up."

"The Doctor. The Doctor is my father."