Author's Notes: I do not own Doctor Who, the Doctor, the Duplicate Doctor or Donna. Thanks for reading and reviewing and following. Sorry, this is a short chapter, but I just started working nights and am still trying to work out when best to write. Anyway, please enjoy this and please let me know what you think. I love hearing what you think and because it's been a while... Hi, lurkers! Thanks again and enjoy!

The two months since John's takeover of the Extraterrestrial Desk had gone quite well. A few incidents all dealt with and none of them caused by John. Best of all, not a Tyler in Torchwood, to the great relief of the staff. Adeola led them all into the lab.

"I was going over the autopsy records of everyone in the warehouse and the ones we rounded up as well, when I noticed something. It was right in front of us." Adeola held up an eye patch.

Gwen crossed her arms. "What? They're all going to a fancy dress party as pirates?"

Adeola looked at John. "It's not just an eyepatch. There's information stored on here, designed to be transmitted directly to the brain."

"What sort of information?," asked John, taking the eye patch in hand, looking at it.

"Too hard to tell," said Adeola. "The encryption is like nothing I've seen before. Way too advanced, I took one apart and it seems to have some sort of electrical capability put in."

"For what?," asked Gwen.

"That's a convenient way to kill someone," mused Jack.

"Then why would you wear it," said John. "What could make someone want to put on something that might kill them?"

They were silent. John looked at them questioningly.

"I was asking for a reason," said John. "I wanted answers. Jack, come on. You haven't seen this before?"

Jack frowned. "Well, there was eye patch lady."

"Eye patch lady?," asked Adeola.

"The woman who held Amy," said Jack.

John picked up the phone. "Mabel, would you send Amy Pond in here?"

They waited a minute for Amy to arrive.

"I'm still doing the paperwork on the Slitheen thing," said Amy.

"Yeah, never mind that," said John. He motioned for her to come closer and she approached. "Jack says you've seen someone wearing something like this?"

Amy nodded. "Madame Kovarian and... River Song."

"Do you know why they wore it?," asked John.

Amy shook her head. "I never asked. I just thought it was some sort of cult wardrobe thing."

JOhn sighed. "We need to figure out what's on this thing."

"Any volunteers to put it on?," asked Adeola.

They all looked at each other.

"Well, no then," concluded John. "I think it's time to assume that the Silence was somehow involved in the kidnapping of the Master."

"But what did they want him for?," asked Jack.

"Yeah and what are they doing on Earth?," asked Amy. "The Doctor and the Oracle made it to where they had to leave Earth alone for good. Well, the monsters at least."

"Monsters?," asked John. "The ones you can't remember?"

"Yeah," said Amy. "We're supposed to kill them on sight."

John frowned. "You mean you lot could be walking around murdering these monsters and never remember it?"

"Yeah," said Amy.

"You would think the bodies would start to reek," said Gwen.

"Or you would trip over them," said Adeola.

"Okay, Gwen, I want you to go back to the people we captured at the warehouse and debrief them again. Try to find out who the Silence is and what they were doing on Earth in the first place. Amy, Jack, I need a full report from you both. Everything you know about the Silence, how they work, anyone that works for them, anything they've done in the past and whatever you know about this Time War of theirs." He sighed. "Wish I could ask Mayantha about this."

"Didn't she give you the psychic paper?," asked Jack.

"Yes, but I would rather not put her in danger by calling her out of seclusion to just ask some questions." He turned to Adeola. "We need to find out what this is for. Some sort of mind control? A communications apparatus?"

"Do you want me to put it on someone?," asked Adeola.

"No, I think having whoever it is get electrocuted might be a blemish on my record," said John. "Two thirty-six, isn't it?"

Gwen looked at her watch. "Yeah, exact. How do you do that?"

Amy smiled. "He's part Time Lord."

"I just got lucky," said John. "My time sense hasn't worked in quite a while. I've got to be off. Joshua has a match. We'll talk more in the morning. Get started on your assignments."

Donna walked out onto the street to see Ethan. She stopped dead in her tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?," she asked. "There's a protection order against you."

"I don't know, just passing by," said Ethan.

"Then keep passing." Donna started for her car.

"I want to see the kids."

"No," said Donna. "They don't want to see you. You frightened them to death! They've been seeing a psychiatrist!"

"My solicitor told me."

"Then leave it," said Donna. "Just leave them alone. You've never cared before."

"Oh, what? You've got John now? You're all a happy bloody nuclear family?"

"This isn't about him," said Donna. She shook her head. "This is the end. I see you again, I'm calling the police and having you arrested. You are not ruining my day."

Donna got in the Land Rover and drove off as Ethan stared. He thought he saw something, but then shook it off.

"Oh, come on, that was in!," shouted John. "In!"

The cricket judge looked back at John. "Mr. Smith, if I have to warn you again, you'll have to leave the premises."

John groaned internally as the other parents stared at him. The crowd was mostly mums and had been annoyed at him since the match began. Finally, the school had done something useful- besides educating teh children- and forced Josh to play cricket for the summer term. John had spent countless hours in the back garden with the boy, perfecting his game and now this moron wanted to say the ball was out when it was so clearly in! He groaned again at another botched call and looked up to see Donna finally arriving, all smiles.

"Hello, sweetheart," she said giving him a kiss. "How's the match?"

"With one more eye, this judge could be a cyclops," John muttered.

"Oh, well, good to see you're not letting this go to your head." She looked around. "Where's Ella?"

"She went to play on the swings. Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine. I've had a really great day in fact."

He looked at her again. She never smiled this much. She seemed giddy. "What? Did you make another billion?"

"No. I had an even better day."

"Oh?"

"What are you doing in say March? Do you think you might be able to take some time off work?"

John shrugged. "I don't see why not, assuming there's not an invasion. What happens in March?"

"Are you really this thick?," asked Donna.

"What? What am I missing?"

She smiled. "We're missing nothing, actually. In fact, we found something."

"I don't understand."

"Well, less of a something, more of a someone." The smile was huge now.

"Who was missing?," asked John.

Donna rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant, you git."

John's face froze.

"Well, don't just stand there," said Donna. "Say something."

"I'm, I'm just..."

"You're happy, right?" Donna wasn't used to this level of not speaking from John.

"Oh, Donna, I am so beyond happy right now." He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "March?"

"The twentieth."

"Oh, that is so brilliant."

Ella swung happily in the playground, wishing John was there to push her higher because he was really good at that. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something and stopped swinging to get a better look.

It was her monster. Staring at her with his big eyes, clenching his long hands and cocking his head to look at her better.

Ella screamed. The other children looked at her questioningly and so did the school staff still there.

"Leave me alone!," shouted Ella. "Leave me alone!" She squeezed her eyes shut only opening them when she felt John's hand on her arm.

"Ella, Ella, what's wrong?," asked John.

"Did someone bother you?," Donna asked frantically.

"The monster came back," she cried.

"Oh, sweetheart," said Donna, taking her little girl into her arms.

"Make it go away," Ella said desperately.

"You're fine," said Donna. "No one's going to hurt you."

Donna took Ella and started rocking her. John looked at where Ella had motioned, thinking he saw something for a second and then it was gone and he couldn't remember what it was.