A/N - Ok, so let me rant here...

Oh my feels filled TARDIS! Oh my sonic screwdriver! - In other words - Oh my goodness! So, I got 333 views in ONE day (Tuesday, when I posted the last chapter). And this story currently has 28 followers and 10 favorites. WHAT? Whoa! Thank you all sooo much! I'm really glad a lot of people seem to be enjoying it! I honestly did not expect my story to be noticed this much! I have really been enjoying writing it! If ever you get super impatient with updates you can just say so in the reviews and I'll try to write faster! Haha (While still making it good). Cuz sometimes I don't write super quickly, so I thought I'd throw that out there.

OK, rant over.

Ready.

Set.

RUN!

Period Four - Broken Hearts

"Doctor?" Mickey says incredulously. He comes over to me and looks intently at my face. "Well, you've done it again, haven't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I have." I say more curtly than I intended. Martha is looking at me sadly, and I'm worried she might cry. I can't look at her any longer, so I look at the room we've been locked in. It's about the size of the main console platform in the TARDIS, after I rebuilt it. It has white walls and a black floor. No windows and only the one door that my friends have been shoved through. I examine the ceiling, it's black like the floor, and, like the floor, is perfectly solid.

I feel a hand on my arm and look to see Martha looking intently at me. "Doctor, you haven't explained why we're here yet."

"No, I suppose I haven't." I say in a resigned voice. Here goes nothing...

"Well, you certainly messed up, didn't you?" Mickey says bluntly. Martha punches him in the arm. "Ouch! Well, he did, didn't he?" He exclaims, rubbing his injury.

I glare at him. "You would be the one to say that, wouldn't you?" I already feel awful enough as it is, and I don't need Mickey the idiot insulting me right now.

"Shut up, Mickey!" Martha scolds. "We could do without your sarcasm right now."

"Oh, I wasn't being sarcastic."

I groan and rub my forehead. I got a headache while telling the story for the second time and Mickey isn't helping much. River comes over to me, steps behind me, and starts massaging my shoulders. I don't move, afraid that if I do she may stop - and it feels heavenly.

"You two act like a married couple or something." Mickey remarks.

"Well, there would be a reason for that." River replies.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clara asks incredulously.

"Doctor!" Martha says excitedly, coming over to me. "You're married?"

"Well...Yes, I suppose I am." I say, scratching my head. It still seems slightly odd to be linked to someone in such a permanent way as marriage.

Clara comes over to me so we stand face to face. River stops massaging my shoulders to be more in the conversation. "You're...Married?" Clara's voice is not as excited as Martha's was. In fact, she doesn't sound happy at all. "You two are married?"

"Wait, Sweetie," River says. I turn to her. Her arms are folded and an eyebrow is raised. What did I do? "You get a new companion, and then you don't tell her about me? You didn't even mention that you were taken?"

"I didn't know it was something everyone needed to know!" I say innocently. Honestly, what's the problem here?

"Oh no, not worth telling me. Of course not." Clara scoffs.

"It's personal!" I protest.

"It's personal, but it's not private!" River stares me down.

"Eh...ah...ah..." I stammer.

"If it's worth anything," Mickey pips up. "Martha and I are married too." Thank you, Mickey! I knew he was good for something. Wait.

"You and Martha are married?" I ask, turning to him. "As in, to each other?"

"Yes...Why is that so hard to believe?" Martha asks. "We did come in here together, after all."

"Well, you were engaged before you even met him!" I say incredulously.

"Oh, so we're talking about this again, are we?" Mickey grumbles.

"It's a long story. A long and personal one." Martha says quickly.

I nod, accepting this. I can't expect Martha to tell me everything that's been going on in her life, after all, we haven't been in touch for so long.

I look back to Clara, she is still unhappy, but seems to have recovered from the shock. I turn to River hopefully, and am met with a silent stare.

"Come on, River." I start.

But there's the sound of the door opening again. Suddenly the feuds are forgotten. The humor is gone. We had our happy moment, and now it's time to face the truth again. What do our captors want now? Is it time for our torture, or are they bringing more of my friends in?

The alien leader steps into the room again, but surprisingly she doesn't look happy. I step forward so I'm a few feet away from her, but still standing protectively in front of my friends.

"We've been looking for your companions." She says impassively.

"I know." I say curtly.

"But we can't seem to get our hands on two of them."

"Which two?" Two? Only two? They should be having trouble getting to Rose, Amy, and Rory. They're safe in their parallel world and paradox. That's the only comfort I have right now. That they're safe. But now I'm not so sure...

"Sarah Jane Smith and Jack Harkness."

"What?" I know I shouldn't have let my shock through, but...What? Why would they be having a problem finding them? Them, of all people? Suddenly, I'm scared for what this means for Amy, Rory, and Rose. But these aliens can't possibly get to them. Can they? I can't even get to them...Not that I haven't tried...

"This surprises you?"

"Uh- No. It doesn't."

"You're lying."

"If I was, why would I tell you the truth? You've kidnapped me and my friends, and continue to look for more." I step forward so our faces are close. "But I promise you this; you will not hurt them. And if you try, be certain that I will stop you. And you'll be sorry that you ever had the idea of kidnapping them. I'll kill you before I'll let you hurt my companions." I growl.

The leader glares daggers at me. "You tried to act innocent before, and one might have believed that you were sorry for what you did to my species, but now you've only proved how dark you are. That you can kill without even flinching. You have hate inside of you, Doctor."

I stumbled backwards at her words. Is that true? Have I really become so cold? No, I can't let her get to me. I have to be strong to protect my friends.

"You don't know me."

"I know you're a murderer."

"How do you even know that I destroyed Archinaga?"

"Before the star hit our planet I was looking at the sky through my telescope in my yard. I saw the explosion, and then I saw a blue box flying away from it. When I found out that the explosion was responsible for my specie's death I began to research that box, and found out about you."

"And what species are you, exactly? You never told me."

"My species are the Kwana's. And I am the leader, as you have probably already deduced. My name is General Atisha. But enough of this, the reason I came was to get information from you."

"Whatever it is, I won't tell you."

"Oh, I think you will, Doctor."

I pretend to yawn. "And what information might that be?"

"How to get to Sarah Jane and Jack, of course."

"Ah, yes. Figured as much. Well, I'll make it easier for everyone and just tell the truth. I don't know where they are. I haven't seen either of them in a long time. So, I'm ever so sorry, but I can't help you."

General Atisha stares at me for a long moment. It feels like she's staring right through me and into my soul.

"Very well." She says at last. "But there is something else. Or someone that is." My hearts beat faster. I had thought that was all; that they hadn't found anyone else yet.

"No! Please, leave my friends alone! You have me, that's enough!" I protest as I hear scuffling in the hallway outside our cell.

"It's funny how you change so quickly, Doctor." Atisha remarks. "One moment you're threatening to kill me and then the next moment you're begging." She turns to leave, motioning to someone outside. "Enjoy the company!" I hear her call in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Someone is shoved into the room, and I swear I can feel my hearts breaking.