Ay, here we go, a fourth chapter. Slightly late on my part, sorry about that. Lucky for you, this not a dreadfully boring chapter! Yay! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it! Some more Doctor whump incoming, so...enjoy. "Kissy Kissy" -Miss Piggy
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"What happens if you eat the aspirin?" asked Coulson, curiously.
"I die, essentially." replied the Doctor.
"That is very...drastic. Does your throat swell up, or..."
"It's is a combination of things actually, but they are all severe, and it is best if I do not consume it." The Doctor smiled at him.
Something was said over Coulson's earpiece.
"Seriously? That is...well this is...okay then. Nice work Simmons, tell Ftiz to not break ANY of the extra terrestiral devices please. Thank you."
Coulson looked at the Doctor and put on a smile.
"Er...we are sorry for this inconvieniece. Uh, why didn't you tell us you were an alien?"
"You never asked, also, I thought it was obvious, considering that I came in on a spaceship and all."
"Are you Asgardian?" asked Coulson.
The Doctor stared at him blankly.
"A-Asgardian? Seriously? Well no wonder you humans keep getting invaded. You can't go around insulting people like that! Do I look REMOTELY Asgardian to you?"
"We're sorry sir, but-"
"I will not have the pride of my species be taunted by a human, thinking we are Asgardians, that is utterly disrespectful."
"To be fair, they look human, you look human, reasonably, I think, anyone could have made that mistake."
"Listen, there are thousands of species that look human, but mine came first despite any of that, therefore, maybe you humans and Asgardians look like my species!"
"We do apologize. On that note, do you mind filling us here at SHIELD in on your species and who you are, and related information?"
Coulson was on thin ice. He knew he had accidentally struck a nerve with this man. He had already made a mistake by assuming he was human, and treating him the way he did. Now he had to be careful. He didn't want to start a war.
"I need to make a phone call, and maybe then I can give some information."
"We will have to monitor this call."
"Yes yes yes, just get me a phone."
Coulson said someting into his earpiece, and in about 2 minutes, a woman, Skye, her name was, came in with a phone, and handed it to the Doctor.
"You have 2 minutes." Said Coulson.
The Doctor took the phone and dialed a number, UNIT's number. The dial tone played, and he was in.
He prerformed the trick the woman on the bus told him to do, and held down zero until he got to who he was looking for.
"Hi, this is the Doctor, I need to talk to whoever is in charge these days."
The Doctor hadn't been in contact with UNIT the this year he had traveled to, so he wasn't sure if anything had changed. The Doctor stuck his tongue out. Hmmm...2013 I guess, mid 2013... well not too far in the future. The Doctor thought to him self.
"This is Kate Lethbridge-Stuart. Is this the Doctor?"
"Yes, it's me! The Doctor!"
"Oh good, hi Doctor, we could use some help with-"
"Never mind that, have you ever heard of 'SHIELD?'"
"I believe I have, why?"
"Well, I am kind of on their plane..." he then lowered his voice. "Are they to be trusted?"
"As far as I know, if you don't harm them, they will not harm you, but tread carefully, Doctor."
"Alright, thank you Kate."
"Anything for you, Doctor."
The call ended. The Doctor looked up at Coulson who stared back at the Doctor's brown eyes.
"Alright...Coulson...was it? I'll cooperate, but please, no guns, and don't try to...dissect me...or anything."
"...Has that happened to you before?" asked Coulson.
"Yes, a few times, and it really isn't pleasant at all."
"Sorry to hear that." Coulson once again sat down in the chair opposite of the Doctor.
"Okay, how about we start simple." said Coulson. "What is your species?"
The Doctor hesitated, then said, "That is still not your problem. I think your best option here would be to let me leave."
"You can trust us, we are allies with a few other alien species."
"Like what?' asked the Doctor.
"The Asgardians." replied Coulson.
"Of course, well that explains why the hell Thor was down here."
"Do you know him?"
"Not really, but it's better that way." said the Doctor.
"Is-" Coulson got interupted when the plane suddenly lurched to the side.
The Doctor was thrown out of the chair he was sitting in and flew into the wall. He cried out in pain as his stitches tore open. To make matters worse, he landed on his injured arm. The pain was overwhelming, and the Doctor blacked out...again.
Ward and Coulson fell to the floor, but both recovered quickly.
"What the hell was that?" wondered Coulson.
The lights in the plane started flickering, and then went out completely. The power was out, and there was a brief moment of total silence as Coulson heard the plane make a creaking noise as a plane landed on top of theirs, about to break in.
"Son of a Bitch." muttered Coulson.
The door flew open as Skye ran in.
"Coulson, someone's trying to break in! What do we do?"
"Ward, stay here and guard the Doctor. Make sure he is okay. Skye and I will get May and defend the plane."
"Sounds good." Said Ward.
Coulson and Skye left. The Ward walked over to the Doctor's body sprawled out on the floor in the other side of the room. He turned the Doctor over to see blood all over his shirt.
"Damn it!" said Ward as he put pressure on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding.
"Hey, wake up!" chided Ward and slapped the Doctor's face. The Doctor let out a long groan and opened his eyes.
The Doctor saw the agent looking down on him. Surprised, the Doctor tried to sit up but instead let out a gasp of pain.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." said Ward, pushing him back down onto his back.
"Why are the lights out?" asked the Doctor.
"Power's out, someone's attacking the plane."
"I need to get to my ship."
The doors to the room flew open again, revealing 2 people in all black combat uniforms.
"Who are they?" asked the Doctor, hoping that maybe, just maybe they were a part of the organization that had...saved him, but he wasn't that lucky.
The soldiers came in and walked straight past Ward, who was doing nothing to stop them.
"Wait, no, what are you-" tried the Doctor as the men picked him up by the arms. He screamed in pain, but one put their hand over his mouth, muffiling his screams. He looked to Ward with a pleading face, but he just stood there, not doing anything. Then he took a step forward, and whispered into one of the soldiers ears. The soldier nodded, and then gave the arm of the doctor to the other soldier, who now took on the Doctors full weight. The soldier punched Ward in the face, then in the stomach, multiple times. Ward, once again, did nothing. The soldier then punched him in the face a few times, then stopped.
"Enough?" the soldier asked.
"Good enough for now." said Ward who took one last look at the Doctor. Ward lowered his voice, then said to the soldier, "try not to kill him, he's worth a lot." Ward heard yells from the other side of the plane, so with that, he layed down, sprawled, and pretended to be knocked out.
The Doctor, watching, couldn't believe his eyes. He, for a second at least, thought that he could trust this team that had saved him, but alas, he once again knew that he couldn't trust anyone anymore.
The soldier came around to him and the two men in black dragged him, very roughly out of the door. He would've been screaming had there not been a hand over his mouth. The Doctor struggled against their force, but couldn't do anything to get free. His injured arm was burning with an intense pain. He stopped struggling, hoping that the pain would ease up. It did a little to help, so he let them drag him. With his bad arm and bleeding side, he didn't have any strength left to resist. He was done.
They came to the main room he had noticed earlier. He saw the girl with brown hair on the floor, clearly unconscious. Coulson was ten feet to her right, also unconsciousnce, but with blood running down his cheek. It looked like a head injury, but nothing fatal. The two scientists nor the pilot was anywhere to be seen.
By then, the Doctor had bleed out so much that his vision was getting blury, and for the third...or fourth time that day, the Doctor slipped into the world of darkness.
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