God, Owen always has to be so difficult to write for. Well, the fourth and final chapter is here, featuring the fourth Doctor.

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who.

Medical school was a blast. Really. It was. Owen wanted to be a doctor, yes, but he still was a teen at heart; he hated school.

The day was just like all the others, and Owen was rather bored. As the first year student was walking across the campus, a young lady caught his eye. She was very attractive and reading a book. His day suddenly became better.

"Well, hello there, lovely," he muttered to himself. He strode confidently over to the woman. He addressed her with a hint of seduction in his voice, "Excuse me, but-"

The brunette looked up at him suddenly, snorted, closed her book, and left the general area. Owen was dumbstruck. She hadn't even stayed to hear the end of his line! His eyes followed her as she ran to a man with outrageous curly hair and a really, really long scarf. She was in to older men? Owen scoffed.

"Well, if she likes it like that, whatever," he mumbled. "Her loss." He glanced at his watch. "Class time," he sighed, heading off to his next scheduled course.

Owen found himself nearly falling asleep at the monotonous voice of the professor. The med student propped his lolling head on his palm, his eyelids drooping. There was a loud bang to the side of the room, and Owen dropped his head on the desk accidentally. "What?!" he cried. Luckily, he wasn't the only confused one.

"Sorry, sorry." The same man Owen saw before and the pretty brunette burst into the room. "Coming through! Nothing to see," the strange man said, waving his hands for them to go back to whatever they were doing.

The woman obediently waited by the door while the man ran across the room, searching through the cabinets and drawers. "Aha!" he shouted. He took whatever he'd found and immediately ran out the door, the brunette following him.

Owen stared at the door long after they left. "That… was strange…" Everyone was silent, contemplating what just happened.

"As I was saying…" the professor continued. He started right where he left off, as if nothing had happened.

After the class was done, Owen found himself at his car, or at least, what was left of his car. "Shit!" he cried. "What happened? Oh no, oh no! My car!" he moaned.

"Oh, yes, sorry about that. Eh, I don't think I'll be able to pay for that." Owen saw the curly-haired man for the third time. He was once again with the girl, and they both had rather apologetic looks on their faces.

"How the hell-? How could you do something like this?!" Owen shrieked, looking at the crumpled hood of his precious automobile. Not only was the front destroyed, but all the glass was shattered and the roof was caved in.

"I'm not really sure you want to know," the girl said.

Owen's breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "M-My car! I've had it for so long! I can't afford another one. Oh God!" he sobbed.

"Uh, really sorry about that," the man chuckled weakly. "Do you think a jelly baby might help?" He held out a bag to Owen.

"A what-? No! I don't need sweets! I need my car! FIXED!" Owen snapped furiously. There were two things he wanted to know: Who were these two, and how in God's name were they able to wreck his car like that? "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"We're at a medical school. Could you be any vaguer?" Sarcasm dripped from the student's words.

The Doctor looked deep in thought. "Probably," he answered brightly. "Do you have the time?"

Owen dejectedly stuck out his wrist to the man, who read the watch quickly. "Alright, Sarah Jane, I believe we should be going about now."

"Yes, Doctor," Sarah Jane replied.

"And I'm really, really sorry. Hope you figure out what to do. Ta." The Doctor waved to Owen, quickly running off. Owen gaped at him. Five second head start. Then you can go kill him. One. Two. Three- aw the hell with it! GO! Owen shot after the two just in time to see them step into a big blue box. "Hold on, you!"

There was a distinctive "vworp-vworp" noise, and the box began to disappear.

Owen fell back in surprise. "Holy shit…" Soon, there was just air where the box used to be.

"Owen, hey Owen!" The medical student turned to see his friend, Albert, running up to him. "What're you doing down there? Isn't that smashed up car over there yours?"

Owen ignored him, not wanting to think about it. "I think I need to get some rest," he stated feebly, holding his head. "I'm starting to see things."

Doctor Owen Harper was not having luck with the ladies. He sighed, resigning himself to return to his teammates. He'd tried to get a break away from them.

"You must have had something terrible for lunch, Owen. You were in that bathroom forever!" Jack teased, grinning.

Owen shot him a glare. "Ha, ha. That was hysterically funny; I think I may just die from all the laughter. I can feel my inside wrenching themselves open from the over-exertion," he replied sardonically.

"Owen… Shut up," Gwen commanded.

The doctor grumbled to himself, slumping down in his chair. The night passed uneventfully, and that was a relief to the Torchwood members. Owen, though, who usually liked their pub visits, was in a foul mood. Every woman shot him down, and it reminded him of the brunette, Sarah Jane, from medical school. He'd established a few years ago that she was alien. She and that Doctor with the scarf had just disappeared, and working with Torchwood, that was a big indicator towards 'alien'.

While the others walked back to the Hub, Owen opted to take a taxi home, seeing as it was late.

"Do you even own a car, Owen? You're taking a taxi, even though you didn't drink much. I've never seen you drive anything but the SUV," Jack observed.

Owen snorted. "Oh, I have a car, but I don't take it out unless absolutely necessary. Not since med school," he added softly.

"What happened in med school?" Toshiko inquired. Owen shook her question off.

"Oh look, it's the taxi. Oh well, I'll just have to answer that question another time. Too bad," he mock sighed, jumping into the car.

The taxi zoomed off, leaving three confused people in its wake.

Revenge of the jelly babies! Well, the fourth doctor loves them, so why not? And yes, Owen had the innate ability to pick out the time traveler to hit on, though that didn't work too well. Oh, and let's just say there was an alien at the school, and that's why the Doctor was there. It's also how the car was destroyed.

I'm so happy this is completely finished, and I was able to stay on schedule! Look for the last chapter of Circumstances. That should be up later today!

Review, please!