A/N- Chapter three! I'm on a roll! Whether that be a hypothetical one or a dinner roll is still undetermined.

The Doctor

As he found out, the Doctor, did not like motion sickness. Especially in his newest reincarnation's body.

For some reason or another, his new body wasn't equipped with the same ability to be thrown around the Tardis's control room like a pinball and still manage to stay partially upright. He also was overcome with the urge to suddenly throw up his fish fingers and custard from lunch, but luckily he didn't.

Now he understood why the Tardis had a place to sit down before departure. She knew his new anatomy better than he did. He just wished he had gotten to use this advantage before the Tardis was flung through the time vortex and started hurtling him across the room.

It was official. Pressing blinking blue buttons was not a good idea. He realized this now, and he knew that he was likely to forget it as soon as he saw another one. How the experience of having a death grip on the control console while hoping that the Tardis didn't split through dimensions and accidentally kill him would ever slip his mind would remain a mystery.

So, for ten minutes he sat there, clinging to whatever he could find for dear life. He almost yelled Geronimo as loud as he could, but just as the word built up in his throat, everything stopped. The childlike side of him pouted a little at being cheated out of his catchphrase, but he was just thankful that he could finally get to his feet without getting reacquainted with the ground.

He stood getting his bearings while trying to remember what the whole reason pushing the damn blue button in the first place. Then, he remembered, it was all in the name for adventure, and he knew that he had found it. If he was being a little more accurate, he would've said that it found him, but what was accuracy anyway? Sure, one false word could end in the downfall of the universe, but he felt he could get away with it just this once.

The Doctor had no idea how long he stood, with one hand braced against the Tardis's console and the other clutching his head. All he needed to do was get the room to stop spinning, and he could leave. The only issue with that plan was getting the room to stay in one spot long enough so he could even pretend that he was okay. It took forever, but not two seconds after it did, the Doctor raced over to his tweed jacket that was lying on the ground a few meters away. Somehow, he had lost it during the chaos. He picked it up and shook what little dirt was on it, off. Rule twelve of traveling was always have a jacket.

With a smile plastered on his features, he walked towards the door, slipping his jacket on as he went. He was almost bursting with excitement. The only thought on his mind was what could be on the other side of the familiar double door. He was almost about to open the door when he paused before exiting, allowing himself a little time to straighten his bow-tie, and make sure the fabric was as perfect as always. It wouldn't be a good idea to leave a bad first impression. Bow-ties where cool enough as is, but that didn't mean they couldn't look better.

He contemplated on getting his fez out of storage, but decided against it. It was time for the adventure to begin. With a snap of his fingers, the doors flew open, and what the Doctor saw surprised him to say the least. He hadn't expected to waltz into a dingy garage that a Slavine wouldn't even stay in, but what he really didn't expect was the sight before him that made his blood boil with rage. At least, that was the only way for him to describe how he felt.

Seven large beings faced him with shocked expressions on their strange faces. They looked like men, but had wolf qualities about them. The Doctor prided himself on being open minded, but whatever those things were, they were hideous. However, that's not what made the Timelord's skin crawl. It was what was behind the wolf things that really set him on edge.

Behind them was a boy, no older than sixteen. He was kneeling, bound, shirtless, and a thick leather belt streched around his chest, pinning something to his back. His reddish-blond hair hung over his eyes, and he was hanging his head whether it be in pain or to hide the tears that were dripping from eyes then off his chin, the Doctor didn't know. His breaths were coming out in short puffs and with each inhale he grimaced. He was also shivering slightly and his entire torso was decorated with purple and black splotches. Blood covered portions of him as well, but the majority of the damage was hidden. It was probably on his back, but the way he was turned gave the Doctor no hope of seeing how bad the damage was.

If it weren't for the abuse to the boy's body, he would have looked just like any other kid in the twenty-first century. He wore black skinny jeans, black trainers, and there was a small ear ring dangling from his ear. He was just a kid, and that's where the Doctor drew the line. You didn't mess with children.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" The Doctor questioned. He kept the rage out of his voice. Not for the sake of the wolf men, but for the boy. He didn't want to scare him, he was already injured enough.

Snarls rang throughout the room. Inhuman snarls. There wasn't a doubt in the Doctor's mind that he wasn't facing off against humans. He had never seen anything like the creatures he was facing in his entire life. Which was saying something because he had been around the block a few times.

"Who are you?" One them snarled, and he couldn't seem to tell which one. All of the men looked the same. Jeans, t-shirts, and combat boots, it made the entire group look like the same person copied over seven times.

The Doctor wanted nothing more than to growl back at the men, but he was distracted as he watched the boy flinch at the wolf man's voice. A deeper fury soared through him. How could anyone do that to a child? How could anyone make a child afraid of their voice?

"Who am I?" He asked raising an eyebrow, "I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?" One of the men asked and he stepped forward, preparing to strike. The Doctor paused in brief disgust as he watched the man's face morph and distort, becoming more wolf than human. He tore his eyes away from the scene and saw that the others were changing as well. They weren't going to wait for his answer. They were going to try and kill him, and despite that they probably could, he laughed in their faces.

"Just. The. Doctor." He shouted and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed his sonic screwdriver from his inside jacket pocket and fired it at the florescent lights dangling from the ceiling.

Sparks showered down on him and the garage was pitched into total darkness. All around him he could hear the wolf men's barks of protest at the sudden change of events. The Doctor paid them no attention. His mission was to get the child and get him out.

The Doctor reached into his deep pockets and pulled out night vision goggles that he kept for occasions exactly like the one he was in, and he slipped them on his face. His hair stuck up around the straps, but there would be time to worry about it later. He had his sight back, and a slight advantage. He had to use it while he had the chance.

His entire field of vision was coated with green and his eyes scanned for the boy he was attempting to rescue. The Doctor found him in the almost same exact position he had last seen him, but it was obvious that he had moved.

His first reason for jumping to that conclusion was the mid-morphed wolf man laying next to him, dead as a doorknob, with a knife protruding out of his chest. The kid had killed one of his attackers.

The Doctor felt his stomach drop. It may have been in self defense, but still...

It was harder than he thought, but he pushed the thoughts of the dead wolf man out of his mind and rushed over to the boy. He had killed people before, and he didn't really feel the need to risk both of their safeties over a technicality.

He was almost there too, when the sudden strong stench of gasoline hit his nose. Something was wrong.

The Doctor paused and sniffed at the air some more and then he finally noticed what he was missing. There was no sound. All the wolf men had disappeared, all except for the dead one. They were going to torch the building.

The Doctor's fast pace became a full out run and he ran at the kid kneeling on the ground and grabbed his shoulders. Instantly he felt the boy tense under his fingers, but that wasn't the only thing he felt. The large lumps that were fastened to the boy's back by the belt were made of feathers? He wondered what it meant, but that was the least of his worries.

"Run!" He yelled as loud as he could, and the boy gave him a confused look, making no move to do as he was told.

"Who are you?" He asked angrily, and the Doctor would've gladly answered his question if not for the blinding light that engulfed his vision, forcing him to yank off the night vision goggles. The fire had begun.

"I'm the Doctor, and you're going to have to trust me!"

"I can't" The kid yelled in desperation.

"You have to trust me!" He repeated, and he tried to pull the boy to his feet. The garage was starting to fill with smoke, and it was only a matter of time before the flames consumed the building.

"No, dude! I can't run!"

If the Doctor had a free hand he would've smacked himself upside the head. What was he thinking? It was obvious the boy couldn't stand. If he had been able to, he would have escaped earlier.

"I'll have to drag you." He said more to himself than the boy. With a grunt of effort the Doctor grabbed to kid under the arms and started to drag him to the Tardis. It was made harder by the feathery things on his back, but he had to try. Even though every step he took made the kid hiss in pain, he still pressed on. He could feel smoke filling his lungs and burning his insides, along with strain on his muscles. He counted himself lucky that the kid was light, and before long he managed to drag the kid into the Tardis. The door was already open for them. She knew it was time go.

As gently as he could, he set the boy down on the floor and shut the door behind them... Beep.

The Doctor spun around in shock... Beep.

It was the button again... Beep.

The Doctor ran to the button, and found himself wondering if he should push it. After the last time, he didn't know what would happen... Beep.

The Doctor spared a glance at the injured teen behind him. The button had led him to the boy. Maybe it could lead him to help... Beep.

Sucking in a breath of air, he pressed the button.

So, how did you enjoy your completely 'Doctor' chapter?

I wanted to go ahead and get these chapters out, because the next ones are going to have some major changes. For starters... The timeline is so messed up I have to call this an AU now. The original Torchwood team is still alive and I'm using the Eleventh Doctor... It's totally an AU.

I will being editing a ton of stuff on the other chapters and it'll take longer than I really want it to, but that's normally how it goes. I wanted to wait and get all the chapters rewritten, but these are taking up much needed space on my Doc Manager. Sorry. I'll try to not leave you hanging for months on end, and I'll post them as soon as I finish them. If you have a problem with that you can PM and tell me I'm a horrible person. (It doesn't matter what you say, I know you love me.) if it makes you feel any better... These three chapters are longer than all the older version's chapters combined.

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