He was running again. He was sure that he had been running his whole life, but this time it was different. He wasn't running for the thrill, or to escape danger. He was running because he was afraid and he couldn't remember why.

He was running through endless corridors of an impossible place and every corridor, no matter how fast he ran, always returned him to the same place. The circular room with the large console in the middle. The buttons and levers on it endless and confusing. He had tried several times to reach the door at the other end but every time the room had hummed angrily at him and tilted, throwing him to the floor.

So instead of heading to the door, he turned and ran the opposite direction again, desperately looking for somebody, anybody who could help him. Room after room suggested that people had been in the place. But the place was empty, he was alone, so very alone. He was terrified. He wanted somebody, anybody, who could help him. He didn't realize that he was the reason he was alone.

"I was going to stay with you forever," Donna had told him. She had been the best friend, he had ever had. If only he could remember her.

-DW-

Jack was trying to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him, but his mind was on the Time Lord. Ever since the Doctor had returned the Earth to its rightful place he had been in and out of Torchwood hub every couple of days. Jack knew that he was lonely but he refused to stay more than one night at a time and when he left, he always left alone.

Jack liked to think that the Doctor coming to visit with him was more than just friendship but he knew he was deluding himself. The Doctor enjoyed Jack's company and they would spend long hours talking or inventorying artifacts and alien technology that had come through the rift. The Doctor often shared his bed as well but under a separate blanket, as close to the other edge as possible. Jack suspected the only reason he stayed at all was to keep the nightmares at bay and they both had their fair share of them.

But it had been almost two weeks since he had seen the Doctor and he knew something was wrong. He had tried to call the TARDIS and the phone had just rang with no reply. He wished there was some other way to contact the Doctor but with all space and time as his playground there was no way to know where he was at.

He was just about to give up on his work and talk Ianto into making him a coffee when he heard the familiar thrum of the TARDIS landing. He stood up and rushed out of the room to the main hub where the TARDIS was materializing next to the rift manipulator. He waited until she landed completely, before rushing to the doors. He tried to open them and was surprised to find them locked. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the key and opened the door.

"Hey Doc..." He began pausing when he saw the control room empty. He looked around it and his stomach did a flip as he saw the blood. There were drops of it leading from a small puddle by the console. The puddle was nearly dried. He turned and stuck his head off the TARDIS.

"Martha, you need to get in here, something is wrong," he called out before heading back onto the TARDIS.

"Doctor," he called out. "Doctor, it's me Jack, where are you?" He looked around and started to head towards the corridors. He stopped when he saw confused eyes staring back at him. The person was peeking around from the corridors staring at Jack in the control room. Jack couldn't help but notice their hair was caked in blood that had dripped down their face.

"Doctor," Jack asked him softly. He received no reaction except for the man blinking at him. Martha came slowly up behind Jack.

"Is that the Doctor," she asked her voice quiet as she quickly took in the situation.

"I think so," Jack whispered back. "But he seems confused and I think he is seriously injured." He motioned at the blood on the floor. Martha nodded and stepped forward slowly.

"It's okay Doctor, we're your friends," she told him stopping at the steps leading down to where the Doctor was standing. "Come on out so I can make sure you are okay." The Doctor responded but Martha turned to look at Jack.

"I didn't understand him, did you?" she asked Jack. Jack shook his head no. She turned back to the Doctor. "You're not speaking English sweetheart and the TARDIS isn't translating. We can't understand you."

He spoke again sounding more desperate as his eyes darted back and forth from Martha to Jack. The confusion in his eyes was quickly giving away to fear and he backed up several steps.

"I think he is speaking Gallifreyan," Jack commented to Martha. "It's the only language the TARDIS won't translate." Martha nodded and then made a gesture for the Doctor to come to her.

"Come on Doctor, it's okay we are your friends," She said softly and was relieved when the Doctor took a tiny step forward. She kept talking to him softly until the Doctor emerged from the corridors. Jack gasped when the Doctor came fully into view. He was covered in blood and dirt. His clothes were tattered and there was a significant cut on his arm that looked as though he had been cut by a knife. His head had to have been cut as well but his hair was so matted it made it impossible to tell for sure where, or how badly. He had both of his shoes off and his feet were bleeding. He was limping as he walked towards Martha.

"That's right Doctor." She smiled warmly at him. "Jack can you go and get him some clean clothes?" She asked not taking her eyes off the Doctor. "I am going to get him to the autopsy room so that I can examine him."

"Are you sure he will follow you?" Jack wondered.

"I don't know but I have to try. We can't leave him here like this." Jack left the TARDIS and went to the room he shared with the Doctor. He went to grab a suit. Thinking better of it and got a clean pair of pajamas instead. He took them down to the autopsy room and laid them on the bed before heading back to the TARDIS. The Doctor was standing in the same place as when Jack had left and Martha was still trying to coax him forward. When he saw Jack again, he took a small step forward.

"That's right Doctor," Martha said happily. "Jack, I think you should stay nearby."

Together the two of them got the Doctor to the TARDIS doors, but as they tried to get him to step off of them he turned and tried to run back into the TARDIS. Jack grabbed his arms and the Doctor cried out.

"I am sorry," Jack apologized. He wrapped his arms around the Doctor's waist as the Doctor kicked and screamed against him. He carried the struggling man off the TARDIS and Martha closed the door tightly behind them. The Doctor began to speak frantically again, almost as though he was begging them but the words were lost as they couldn't understand him.

Martha continued to talk soothingly to him as together they managed to get him to the autopsy room. Jack sat him down on the examine table. He released him and the Doctor jumped off and immediately tried to run again.

"Can't you sedate him?" Jack asked Martha. He wrestled the Doctor down to the floor. The Doctor kicked and screamed in his arms.

"He's not going to like it," Martha replied as she got into her cabinet. She pulled out a medication she had used on him before. He hated being sedated but he had told her how on one of their many trips together, in case she ever had to. Up until now she had just gotten away with numbing the area and giving him a few stitches until he healed but as he fought she saw no other choice. She filled the syringe with the medicine. She couldn't get to his arm though as he continued to struggle against Jack. Thinking quickly she called Mickey into the room. Mickey froze as he entered the room and saw the three of them struggling.

"Grab his arm," Martha called to him. He snapped out of it. Reacting quickly he grabbed the Time Lord's arm as Martha jabbed it with the syringe. The Doctor cried out in pain, thrashing harder. As the medicine started to take affect his movements became sluggish and he began to whimper. Jack's heart broke as the Doctor stared at him with confusion as his eyes closed.

"Any idea what happened to him? Why he was acting like that?" Jack asked Martha concerned as he lifted the sleeping Time Lord up on to the table.

"I will know more once I examine him," Martha answered calmly and then looked Jack straight in the eyes. "Jack if you are going to stay in the room. I am going to need for you to remain calm. You cannot show your anger. He could awaken at any moment, he has a very strong resistance to being sedated and if he does wake up, you being mad won't help matters."

"Why would think I would get angry?" Jack wondered curiously. Martha lifted the Doctor's sleeve up to reveal a deep laceration consistent with being shackled. She saw the anger cross Jack's face. "How did you know?" He questioned through clenched teeth.

"I saw them when he was fighting you," She replied pushing his sleeve back down. "Now take a moment to compose yourself or I am going to ask you to leave."

"I am the boss around here," Jack snapped.

"Yes and he is my patient," Martha replied not even blinking an eye at Jack's reaction. Jack took a deep breath and relaxed his face as best he could.

"Now since he fights any sort of sedation quickly, first I am going to take care of the wound to his head. Then we will work our way down," Martha advised Jack as she grabbed a small pan on water and a soft cloth. She began to gently clean his head looking for the source of the blood.

"I want a complete list of his injuries," Jack told her, as he watched her work.

"Why?" She turned the Doctor's head to the side and continued her work.

"So I know what I need to do to those bastards when I see them," Jack replied his voice strangely calm. Martha just nodded without responding to Jack's threat.

"Can you hand me the razor? I am going to have to shave his head," She told Jack. Jack handed her the razor, watching as she carefully shaved the long brown hair. The Doctor would be upset with her shaving his head as he was vane about his spiky hair. Jack though swallowed hard as he realized the Doctor may not even notice. Martha finished with the razor and then took a clean cloth to his head once more, wiping off the blood as well as bits of hair. With his head clean she was able to see the two deep bruises on his head. One was near the top of the back of his head and looked as though it had been made with a heavy blunt object. The cut was very tiny. The other cut was closer to his forehead and that one was small but was also the one causing all the blood. Martha quickly closed it with a couple of stitches. She then bandaged both of the head injuries.

With Jack's help, she stripped the clothing off of the Doctor. As she examined him, she explained his injuries to Jack as she went. He had extensive bruising across his chest and down his hips. There were deep lacerations on both wrist and his ankles as well as bruising surrounding the cuts. His right arm had multiple puncture marks from being stabbed with a needle. She grabbed a syringe and took a sample of his blood to find out if there was anything in his system still. She cleaned the cuts out well, using a powerful antiseptic. She then bandaged them all. She stitched the knife wound on his left bicep and cleaned the shallow cuts on feet from the metal grating on the TARDIS. Whether or not he had shoes when he got back to the TARDIS from his ordeal, was unclear.

With Jack's help she gently turned him on his stomach and examined the bruising on his back and down the back of his body. She turned pale as she made her way down the back of his body and then looked up at Jack.

"I am going to give him an antibiotic injection. Then let's get him dressed before he wakes up," she said quickly, the composer she had used to explain his injuries to Jack completely gone. She hurried to the cupboard. Filling the syringe with the antibiotic, she returned to find Jack looking curiously at the Doctor. She quickly but carefully inserted the needle into the top of the Doctor's bottom. He moaned softly and she made a gentle shushing noise as she injected the fluid to help protect against infection from his many cuts. Pulling out the needle, she capped it, throwing it in the sharp waste container. Jack handed her the Doctor's clothes and helped her dress him.

"What made you suddenly lose it?" He asked his voice deathly calm. They turned the Doctor onto his back once more to finish dressing him.

"Not now," she responded as she buttoned the Doctor's shirt. She took an IV out of the cupboard. She inserted the needle into the Doctor's hand. Almost as soon as it was in place, his other hand began to inch towards it.

"Don't you dare take that out," she told him sternly. She looked up at his face and noticed his eyes were open a crack. He was looking right at her as his hand continued towards the IV. He paused and then slowly began to pick at the tape. She sighed, taking his hand she moved it away from the needle. He didn't hesitate as his hand drifted back to his other arm, this time to scratch the bandages. She chuckled as she moved his hand again.

"Stop it Doctor, scratching is only going to make it worse." she informed him softly. He glared at her. Jack leaned over and gently stroked his cheek.

"Why don't you get some more sleep, sweetheart, you look exhausted." The Doctor stared at him confused so Jack pretended to yawn and then laid his head down on his hand closing his eyes. When he opened them again the Doctor laid his head down on the pillow, pulling the blanket up. He closed his eyes and was out quickly again.

"Come talk to me, Martha," Jack said. He led Martha up to his office. She followed him in and sat on the opposite side of his desk as he closed the door. Going around the desk he flopped into his favorite chair. He kicked back placing his feet up on the desk. "Tell me your opinion."

"He has wounds on his arms and legs suggesting he was shackled in place, the bruising on his body is consistent with being hit rather than falling. The knife wound was shallow but suggest the attacker tried to stab him. He was most likely drugged and I have drawn blood to be sure. That with the two head wounds may account for his current state of mind," She informed Jack.

"What else?" Jack asked looking up at the ceiling.

"That's it," Martha replied.

"No," Jack told her simply

"No?" She questioned, trying to sound confused.

"No," Jack stated again. "You saw something and now you are trying to hide it from me." Martha looked away from Jack, towards the door, when she looked back Jack had taken his feet off of the desk and was leaning forward to look at Martha.

"He has cuts and bruising, that suggest he had intercourse against his will while captured," she told him quickly.

"You mean he was raped?" Jack clarified and Martha nodded her agreement. "Well then that makes my list simple, because when I meet whoever did this I am going to kill them."

The door to the office opened and both their heads shot over to look at the intruder. The Doctor smiled at them. He was still in his pajamas and he had taken the IV out. Martha shook her head at him and frowned.

"Somethings never change."