AN: New chapter...hurray, sorry for delay. you know the jist if you've read some of my other stories Author's notes. This was meant to be longer but I lost the original chapter I had written and I wanted to get a new chapter of this up asap. Ok the, on with the story...

The Doctor gasped, feeling as if someone had just poured cold water all over him. He sat up straight but quickly found himself pulled back down by the mass of wires attached to his bare chest.

"Ow!" he yelped as one of them accidentally was pulled off by the sudden movement. He rubbed at the now tender spot and closed his eyes as a headache hit him.

He safely concluded that he was definitely not felling particularly well at this particular moment. He was attached to machines, his head felt like someone had squeezed almost everything out of it slowly and he felt nauseous on top of that.

Opening his eyes, he let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Only a few small spurts of light from a nearby window seemed to get through the bars that covered it.

Where exactly was he? What had happened to him? What had happened to...

Rose!

He sat up, his head swiveling around his surroundings. He clapped eyes to her and without taking a moments notice of the series of small pains he felt as he found himself detached from the machine and rushed to her side.

"Rose..." He held the palm of his hand against Rose forehead. It felt warm, "Rose, come on. Wake up."

She didn't respond to his light shakes.

He felt her pulse and found it steady. Her breathing was regular and one of the series of machine - similar to his own - that she was attached to was giving a comforting heartbeat that was within the normal range.

He looked at her more closely. Her skin was paler than normal, her hair was greasier, suggesting she had been stuck here a few days. He was sure his own would be similar in greasiness.

She, unlike him, still wore a T-shirt and he could see the wires disappear underneath it. A thin layer of sweat rested on her forehead, despite the cold of the room and...oh! His eyes narrowed. That wasn't right.

He moved her neck to the side, noticing a red rash. He placed his fingers lightly against it and felt her groan in pain. the skin was tender, he noted. The bumps were rough and irregular in shape and if there was a rash on her then maybe...

He moved his hand up to his own neck, feeling for similar mark. Like Rose he felt a sharp pain as his fingers grazed over a certain spot, but unlike her, he did not find any small bumps.

He looked down at her neck again. Maybe it was an allergic reaction...

He needed to remember how they had gotten here...

They were trying to make him forget and despite it all, he feared it might work. He whispered in his mind, repeating what was happening over and over again in his mind.

Of course, whoever had trapped them here had trapped him in his own imagination and they were likely to be doing the same to Rose, but how could he get her safely out of the machine's grasp without damaging her brain.

"You will stop." A voice said from behind him.

He turned, anger growing at whoever their captors were. They had no right to do this to either of them. His mouth opened, preparing to shout and demand but as he turned the only sound that came out of his mouth was a simple, "Oh..."

He looked down, raised an eyebrow and - before he could stop himself - he had burst out laughing at the robot in front of him.

"You're doing all this?" he asked, biting down on his tongue as the robot gave him a confused look, "You!" The robot remained silent and realisation struck the Doctor, "Oh...of course. Where are we? Fruelk? That is where most of you lot are produced. Unless this is after the revolution of 3065 then you lot got dismantled and most of you tried to hide, trying to find a place fo shelter and work as quickly as possible. So come on where's your master?" His voice rose as he shouted, looking into the camera in the corner that he had just noticed out the corner of his eye, "Come on then! Where is he? Hiding? If you can do this to me and my friend then you can show your face. Out you...ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The Doctor clutched at his head as he felt an electrical shock pass through him, the pain resonating solely from his head.

"You will assist." The robot said, "Without resistance or your friend's mind will be lost forever in the machine."

The Doctor's eyes, black with anger, rose dangerously to meet the robot's unfeeling glare, "What have you done to her?"

"The machine malfunctioned. You will fix it or your friend's mind will be lost."

He stepped forward until he was mere inches from him. He spoke once again, his voice low and grievous, "What have you done to Rose?"

"The machine malfunctioned."

He raised an eyebrow, "And?"

"Her mind was attached to the machine. As was yours. I only had time to remove yours before the damage was to great to remove hers."

"You woke me up..." He paused, trying to hold back the anger, "To fix your machine. And if I refuse then Rose won't be able to wake up, at least not with a sane mind still in tact. And what happens when I fix it? Do you expect me to lie back down while you probe through my brain and Rose's?"

In the same tone of voice as it always spoke, "You will comply otherwise your friend will die."

He turned to look at Rose, taking in her pale feverish face and knew that he would have to comply for now. Once she was safe out of the machine then he would put his plan of his escape into action.

He turned back and muttered, "Fine." The word tasted like acid in his mouth, "Get me my shirt. And give me all the information you have on this machine."

Without another word, he went to work.

To be continued...

AN: Longer chapters will presume next chapter and you'll find out what's happening to Rose...hopefully. Review fi you enjoyed...