Hi there, Logan here again. Sooo sorry for the long wait. I had...like 3 midterms to study for...ya school's weird like that...Ya that is no excuse...So sorry, but anyway, I'm back and ready to go!

Disclaimer...again...I sadly still don't own any Agents of SHIELD nor Doctor Who stuvs :(

I do read through the reviews, and try to do a whole lot of review replies, I will try to do more though. Some major whumpery is gonna happen very soon. Next chapter probs, can't wait!

Coulson got his bearings quickly. It was still dark on the plane.

"Skye! May! Are you okay?" asked Coulson into the darkness. The gas that got distributed into the plane only lasted for a minute or two.

"I'm good!" yelled Skye from ten-feet to his left.

"I got a tracker on one of the soldiers!" he heard May say from somewhere in front of him.

The plane is not crashing. That's good. The power is out. That is bad. Where are Fitz and Simmons?

"That's good! Skye, find Fitz and tell him to get the power back up. Help him if need be. May, get the tracker active, and follow them. I'll find Ward and see if the...Doctor...is okay. Go!" ordered Coulson.

Skye and May agreed, and were off immediately. Coulson found the hidden compartment under the benches and grabbed a flashlight. He clicked it on, and immediately, felt sorrow. His favorite plane-his gift from director Fury-was a disaster. There was glass every where, and bullet-holes in doors. He shouldn't think that now, he needed to get to the holding cell.

He found his way to the door to the room, but was surprised to find it open. He poked his head and flashlight in.

"Ward?" asked Coulson, cautiously.

He heard a groan from inside. Suddenly, the power went back up, and the lights flickered back on. He saw Ward in the corner, trying to stand up. He didn't look so good.

"What happened to you? Where is the Doctor?"

"Some guys came in and took him. I tried to stop them, but there were too many. It was dark, couldn't see much." said Ward.

"Okay then, we're following them now. Who knows what they are doing to the Doctor right now."

The two of them walked back to the main room. Coulson tapped his earpiece, looks like coms are back on. "May, what's your status?" said Coulson.

"I got a trace on the unknowns. They got a pretty hefty head-start, but we'll catch up. That gas knocked us out for longer than we thought. It's been a couple of hours. It looks like they already made it to their destination. Is the alien okay?" asked May.

"No, he's gone."

"That's not good." stated May.

"No, not good at all." said Coulson.

Skye and Fitz came up from the control room.

"Got the power working." said Fitz.

"I see that."

"He's gone, isn't he?" asked Skye.

"Sure is, but we'll get him back soon. We're tracking them."

"That's good."

"ETA is 0723 hours." said May over the coms. "So about 2 hours and 34 minutes."

"Okay, everyone gear up, this is now a rescue mission.

At first, all he could feel was pain. Or, more like, a dull aching across his entire body. Had he just been in a healing coma?...no, no he couldn't have, there was still too much pain. He must have fallen unconscious unwillingly then. The Doctor tried to open his eyes. At first, he couldn't, but after a few minutes, he could see through two slits, and then his eyes were half open, and he didn't dare try to go past that. He was in a less futuristic place, unlike the plane, the walls were made of cement, and were cracked. He was laying in a small cot. It smelled of something he would rather not think about. He sat up with a lot of pain, then looked down at himself.

Not bleeding anymore, that's good. Then the Doctor looked at his arm. It didn't look too good, but he couldn't think about that now. He took in his surroundings again. There was one door, and a window with metal bars lining it vertically. So the window's not an option, only the door. The Doctor stood up, he was a bit shaky, but managed to stumble over to the wall opposite of him. He tried the door, naturally, it didn't work. He still had HIS clothes on him. That's good. He felt in his pockets for his sonic screwdriver and realized that he wasn't wearing HIS clothes AND remembered that those "SHIELD" people had taken it. The Doctor sighed. He tried the handle again, and again it didn't work. Was he still with SHIELD? No, he couldn't be, those people had kidnapped him definitely weren't with SHIELD. He was about to turn around to go back to the cot when the door flung open.

"Oh, why hello there!" said the Doctor cheerfully, as the guards standing at the door grabbed him out of the room. One of the guards had a beard, and the other had real bushy eyebrows. He decided that he would call them "beardy," and "eyebrows."

They dragged him to another room with a metal examining table in the middle of the room and a sink in the corner, but the table caught most of the Doctor's attention.

"Uh, what is that table for exactly?" asked the Doctor.

The guards didn't answer. They just walked him over to it, and laid him down on it.

"What are you doing?" the Doctor was starting to freak out. He did not want to do this again. He tried to break free of their hold, but they slammed him back onto the table. The wound from the railing that had impaled him earlier had started to bleed again. He struggled against their force, but knew he wasn't going to win. He needed to save his strength for later. He stopped struggling. The guards looked relieved. One victory, then.

"Help me get his shirt off." said beardy to eyebrows. The Doctor didn't like the sound of that.

Together they got his blood-soaked shirt off him, and proceed to take the bandages off of him, leaving his entire upper body bare, with his wound and bruised ribs showing. The guards chose to ignore this.

The guards strapped him down to the table. They only used cable ties, so he knew it would be easy to get out of them. Each limb was tied to a railing that surrounded the table. It was very particular, for the railings were parallel to the edges of the table, meaning that they didn't stick up. Before his head was tied down, he examined his own body. Blood was coming out of the side of his abdomen, and slowly dripping down the side of his body. His shoulder was swelling, and he felt major bruising from his ribs.

"So are you just gonna let me lay here and bleed to death then?" said the Doctor, as they tied his head down with a cloth-like substance.

This seemed to be the first time the guards noticed that he was bleeding.

"Shit." said eyebrows. Eyebrows left for a moment and came back with a rag that looked clean enough. He pressed it onto the wound.

The Doctor held his breath. The pain wasn't as bad as earlier, but it still hurt like hell. The rag and pressure stayed there as they continued to tie him down.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked the Doctor, even though he was pretty sure that he knew the general idea.

"We need to gather basic information about your alien DNA." said eyebrows.

"I'm not alien!" protested the Doctor.

"Yes you are." answered one of the guards.

"How could you possibly know that?"

The guards paused for a moment, then beardy said, "We have our sources."

"Is it that the agent who told you guys to beat him up?"

No answer. So the Doctor tried a different question. "What are you going to do with me after you...finish?"

"That...depends on the shape you're in. I'm guessing that if you are still sane, we'll kill you, if you're on death's door, then we'll probably put you in some back ally to die." said a voice from the hallway.

A man walked in. Probably the owner of the voice. He was tall with barely any hair on his head with black eyeglasses. He was in his mid 40s by the look of him, but didn't seem too friendly. "How does that sound?"

"Who are you?" asked the Doctor.

"Someone who is interested in different species." said the man. "Aliens tend to have certain advantages over the human race, and sometimes DNA superiorities that can help cure human diseases, like cancer." said the man.

"You won't get anything from me." said the Doctor.

"Oh yes we will, often times we can sell these cures for quite a lot of money."

"You're evil!" said the Doctor.

"Eh, maybe, I like to think of myself as a great scientist with good taste." said the man.

"Is that what you're calling it?"

"Yes, now lets get started shall we? It would help if you gave me some background information about yourself, supposedly your species, planet, language, anything works."

"I didn't give the other guys anything, and I'm not giving you anything either!" yelled the Doctor.

"Fine, fine, they never do, do they?" speculated the man. "I'll just do what I always do." He looked at his clipboard that the Doctor just noticed he was holding. "Let's see...you are now officially unknown species number ten. Does that sound good to you?" The man said this with little optimism, as if he didn't really care what the Doctor thought, which was true.

"You experimented on 9 other alien species?!" questioned the Doctor.

"Well that is pretty obvious considering that you're number ten. Oh, and technically the control subject was human." said the man. "So...That makes it 10 other species that we 'experimented' on, but think whatever you want."

"You experimented on your own kind? Who does that?"

"We do. And come on, we don't experiment on them, we just observe what their made up of. The red department does all the experimenting. You'll probably be there in a week if you survive this process." said the man.

"And who are...you...exactly?" asked the Doctor. "Like your...organization...or whatever?"

The man walked into the hallway and brought back a rolling tray of various instruments. So cliche. He then reached into his back pocket, and brought out a blue medical mask, and proceeded to putting it on. He then picked up what looked like a scalpel and brought it to the Doctor.

"We are Hydra" said the man, as he brought the scalpel down to his chest. "I hope you have as much fun as I will."

A/N: Oh snap...what a cliff-hangar. Trust me, I'm dying to write the next part already. I hope you are enjoying this story, I know I am. Again, leave a review. I will try to review reply, because I love doing that as much as I do reading the reviews. Thanks for reading. Next chapter will probably be out much faster 'cause I'm on break.

Also, good for you if you caught that insult to americans...and humanity in chapter 3.