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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five



Alan slowly became aware of his surroundings. He blinked his eyes a few times to clear his vision and learned he was no longer in the shop but a small room. He was sitting in a chair, but he wasn’t tied down. When he tried to stand, he learned why: he couldn’t move.

The door opened and Mr. Smith walked in. “Ah, Col. Kelly, it is an honor to meet you. I did not expect you to be the one in the shop.”

Alan had to concentrate to get one word out. “How?”

“How do I know you? You haven’t been very subtle in your past visits. You’re in the Archives as a Person of Interest.”

Alan groaned. Smith was a rogue Torchwood operative, most likely from London. This did not bode well. “What do you want with me?”

“’If it’s alien, it’s ours’.”

“I hate to tell you, but I’m not an alien. I was born not too far from here.”

“But not in this time. Having someone with your abilities and knowledge fall into my lap will provide quite a windfall.”

“What are you going to do, auction me off?” Speaking was becoming easier.

“I haven’t yet decided. You would bring quite a bit of money at auction, but that would only be one payment. If we sell off your information, that could be much more profitable.”

Alan clenched his fists without realizing.

Smith noticed. “Now we’ll need to bring this session to an end.” He tapped the side of his head. “Can’t have you contacting anyone, can I?”

At that moment, the gorilla came in. Alan could see the syringe in his hand, but didn’t have the muscle control to move away. “C’mon, is this really necessary? You got me where you want me. I’m not going anywhere,” he protested as the needle pricked his skin and the solution injected.

“Not while you’re unconscious, you’re not.”

Alan could feel the sedative already beginning to work. Wow, that stuff is fast, he thought as he was dragged over to a cot and dumped on his back. He could hear Smith’s voice, muffled and distant. He had a feeling that orders were being given in regards to keeping him drugged. His vision then faded to black.

He came to briefly—barely—and he was fed liquids before being led to the bathroom. He was then drugged again. The process was repeated a number of times and Alan completely lost track of time. It could have been hours or it could have been days. He hoped it wasn’t days, for that would mean the others hadn’t been able to find him and the trail was getting ever colder.

In his brief moments of consciousness, Alan tried to be like Shawn and concentrate on what was around him. Unfortunately, his brain could not hold anything for long. Each time he fell into a drugged sleep, he would repeat what he had learned in an effort to retain it.

*

“Wakey, wakey.” Alan felt gentle slaps on his face as someone tried to wake him. “C’mon, I need you awake for this.”

Alan blinked groggily as he tried to bring the face above him into focus. They had never forced him awake before, but let him wake slowly on his own. Instinctively, he knew the man was helping him. He slowly sat up.

“Alan, are you in there, buddy?”

He turned his head towards the face and his vision cleared. “Jack?”

“Yeah, it’s me. C’mon, let’s get you out of here.” Jack helped Alan stand and kept an arm around his waist to keep him steady. He reached around with the other hand to set the coordinates on his vortex manipulator.

“I thought that didn’t work anymore,” Alan said slowly.

“I got it fixed during my travels. Don’t tell the Doctor, okay?”

Alan nodded slowly. Anything more and the dizziness would return.

“OK, deep breath.” Jack hit the final button and they were gone.

Seven

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