It makes me sad to think this is coming to an end soon. I dislike writing endings ;n;

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"Doctor!" Waking up to Phil shouting The Doctor snapped his eyes open not realizing he'd even drifted off to sleep. Phil was being literally dragged away by three guards.

Jumping up he got cut off by two other guards. "Let her go. I mean it, let her go." He said seriously, Phil continued to wriggle and squirm in the clutches of the men who were carrying her out of the cell.

Needless to say his words got ignored and Phil disappeared from view. "Doctor! They're trying to get into the TARDIS!" Phil yelled from off in the distance. "I know this cos my head is killing me!" With that there was a slam of a door and the near invisible door of his cell slid to a shut too.

The Trion guards all looked rather triumphant in separating them. Crossing his arms and walking up to where the door was he reached out with a finger.

There was the slimmest gap. The slimmest gap being a millimetre if that. Nothing could get in that, not that he had anything to try and lever the door open with anyway.

Sighing and sitting back down he leant his head against the wall. There was nothing to do but wait. Obviously something was about to happen. Especially if they're trying to get into the TARDIS, and even more so if they took Phil away from him.

On the grand scale of things Jack Harkness could think of a million things better to be doing. Pacing in a plastic cell was not on his list. It hadn't even crossed his mind.

He didn't even need to ask why he was here. It honestly doesn't take a genius to eavesdrop on U.N.I.T and their activities. Not only that something hadn't been right with planet Earth for a while. He couldn't pin point it but something just didn't feel right.

Turning on his heels when there was a noise similar to that of air being released from a bag he frowned. Walking briskly over to two guards as they pulled – more like dragged – an unconscious woman in he stopped at the aim of a gun.

"Easy now fellas," he grinned a little sheepishly. Being shot hurt, and it was – yet again – not on his list of things to do.

The guards grunted and left. Crouching beside the woman he pushed some of her black curly hair out of her face and frowned. She didn't look well, far from it honestly. There was a sickly pale tone to her skin, placing a hand on her forehead he shook his head. She even felt cold, like someone had just pushed an ice pack to her and then removed it.

Taking to sitting beside her he crossed his arms. What relevance she had to this invasion he did not know. "It's just you and me girl." Jack drawled out while leaning his head against the wall and shutting his eyes.

His eyes weren't shut for long before another sound like the one earlier echoed slightly throughout the space. Aiming his eyes towards a woman and teenage boy he stood up. "Sarah Jane and Luke Smith, whatever brings you two to such a nice place?"

"Jack?" Sarah Jane seemed almost confused by his presence. Jack saluted her and walked over. "It's been so long."

"Some may say to long. How are you, apart from being in here and obviously under extreme surveillance?"

"I'm good, well even." Sarah Jane smiled and then looked towards the unconscious woman on the floor. "Who is this?" She walked tentatively over to her and knelt beside her.

"Not a clue. They just dragged her in here. She's not moved since." Jack shrugged and crossed his arms. Sighing he looked around still desperate to find a way out.

"Oi oi! Watch where you put your hands! Honestly it's like you people have no manners! Weren't you ever raised with manners? Clearly not if you think it's alright to just mooch in and take over – oh I'm sorry – attempt to take over a whole planet!" Sarah Jane, Luke and Jack all exchanged looks while a familiar tweed jacket wearing man got pushed through a door.

"Doctor?"

"Sarah Jane! Long time no see, I wish it was in better circumstances though. This place is awful. Bad times all around. The room service, the employees. No I do not rate this highly."

"Doctor?"
"Jack! Oh I'm sorry, Captain Jack Harkness, still not got a ship I see?"

"But..you're..."

"Yes? Come out with it man we've not got all day!"

"Changed."

"Again." Luke pointed out, Doctor smiled and waved at him.

"Hello Luke."

"Hello again Doctor."

"This is a great reunion. I stick by it, I wish it was in better circumstances. So!" The Doctor clapped his hands. "What brings you all here?" At the ask of his question they shrugged. "Fat lot of good you three are." Doctor huffed and crossed his arms.

"I believe," Sarah Jane said while stepping forward. "She may be a friend of yours?" She waved a hand at the laying figure.

"Oh Phil what have they done to you?" He whined and rushed over to kneel beside her. "They better not have broken you."

"Broken? You mean she's like...some sort of robot?"

"No Luke, I don't mean she's some sort of robot."

"Then why would you say-"

"Luke sometimes it's best not to question him." Sarah Jane smiled and wrapped a arm around her sons shoulders.

"What's wrong with her Doctor?"

"I don't know." He answered Jack with an unhappy expression. Reaching out he knelt there poking her in the arm.

"I don't think that's going to wake her up." Jack said nervously. The Doctor sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

The three of them jumped when he clicked his fingers and the noise echoed in the quiet room. "Philippa you're being lazy and keeping me waiting. Get up you lazy thing!" Doctor exclaimed childishly and rocked in his kneeling position. There were dubious looks before the woman known as Philippa twitched and slowly opened her eyes.

"Good morning Phil!"

"My head."

"Yes you still have it." The Doctor grinned. Phil shook her head and slid her eyes over to look at him. She gave him a empty look and managed to shake her head slightly. "It hurts."

"I know," he said seriously while reaching down and helping her to sit up. She was incredibly limp so it was just like moving a rag doll from one position to another. Leaning her against the wall he looked at her seriously. "What sort of hurt? Excruciating pain, dull ache, or twingy niggling?"

"Like...someone's burning my brain...and...perhaps picking it apart."

"That's a gross definition I asked what sort of pain it came in and you tell us all that!" The Doctor wagged a finger at her. "Take that as excruciating then."

"Yes." Phil paused. "It's unbearable. Why would they do this to me? How could they do this to someone?" Phil asked quietly while hitting her head against the wall. Both Jack and The Doctor had to pin her to the wall to make her stop.

"Doctor what is she on about?"

"Perhaps I should tell you the slight problem with Phil." Doctor looked from the closed eyed woman to Jack who nodded at him to continue.