AN: OK, so I know everything has been totally rushed, and I'm really sorry! I'm going to slow things down, describe events more, I hope you like it!

MY POV:

I woke up in pain, clamped to a table. When The Doctor had dropped me off, I,d been kidnapped.

Lots of men in metal suits were working all around me, monitoring everything on computers. I saw syringes, of all different colors, all different possible poisons, scattered near me.

Lab coats were tossed over chairs, and the men had dark circles under there eyes. I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious, but they had all been here, doing who knows what since the first day I had arrived.

My arms and legs were so sore, and I could barely keep my eyes open because of the rapid amount of exhaustion pulsing my body. I was cold, and The clamps were so tight I couldn't move at all. The man monitoring my breathing turned and reported to all the others

"She's awake"

I twisted my head to look around "Where am I?" I asked, my voice weak and raspy.

"It's alright Mrs. Smith, you'll be fine. No fatal harm will come to you here. This is the testing hold. We are simply running some routine exams, to see if you are who we need you to be, and what you are capable of doing" the man monitoring heart rate answered.

"Well who do you need me to be? What can I do?" I asked

" Simple, we need you as our weapon. To use against those who fight us. We need the energy in your veins, and we need you alive to control it."The man answered, then began to drone on with tests, and charts and endless debate with the other scientists.

"Whoa whoa whoa" I began. "I'm not doing anything for anyone until I get to ask some questions to you lot."

The man sighed "Alright, ask away."

"First off, what are you?"

"We are chameleon species from the planet Amonada" he answered "We blend in with the planet or species we are nearest to"

"Alright, secondly, is one of your enemies you are to have me fight known as the Doctor?" I mumbled, more then spoke

He cleared his throat "yes, the Doctor is our number one enemy."

I swallowed. "Then, then I can't help you."

He laughed, "I'm truly afraid you have no choice on the matter."

I struggled against the clamps, "Let me go! Doctor Doctor!" I cried out and yelled and screamed until my eyes couldn't stay open and my throat was raw.

"He's not coming for you, not this time." The man muttered.

I struggled until I couldn't anymore "Doctor, please" I cried out, barely a whisper.

Yet, no one came.

AN: less crazy rushed? I really hope so!