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David woke up in with a start, as his eyes opened the remnants of a very confusing disjointed dream lingered making him wonder if he was still asleep. He sat up, "no, still in the dismal bowels of Torchwood," he sighed swinging his feet to the floor.
Almost as if he had been being watched, and knowing Jack that was pretty likely, the other man appeared in the doorway, "good morning sleeping beauty!" he called out.
"Your timing is off, " David laughed, "I'm still fully dressed."
"That's OK I can wait," Jack smiled back, "but I come with great news! You are going to be sprung today. We got the test results all figured out, came up with a cure and as soon as you get that you're all set."
David regarded Jack sceptically, there was something that rang a bit false in the man's tone. His smile seemed unnaturally bright, and forced. But, he reasoned, if meant he could leave Torchwood, he'd play along.
Jack ushered David into the main area of the hub where the same forced smiles could be seen on Wendy's and Ieuan's faces.
Jack took a beaker from Wendy's hands and held it out to him, "drink this, it's going to get to work resetting your biology, it will take a few days, maybe a week?" he looked at Wendy who nodded, "you may be a bit sick to your stomach but you'll be cured."
David eyed the glowing green liquid suspiciously, "it looks lovely," he commented, "what's it it?"
The other three exchanged quick glances, finally Ieuan spoke up, "it's a Cymbopogon based compound with isoglucose and coriandrum sativum with a hint of milk, for taste."
Jack smiled at Ieuan's quick thinking and strictly speaking it was pretty much that, lemon grass tea with corn syrup and dried coriander blended together with some food colouring added.
"So I just drink this and I'm all better?" David asked still not convinced.
"One more thing," Jack stepped forward and turned on a very impressive jet black device, "after you take that I have to blast you with this."
"Ah," David eyed the machine, "that looks like a giant hair dryer."
The Doctor, who had been watching this from the upper deck of the hub bit back a laugh, instead he called down, "the sooner you make that all gone, the sooner we can get you out of here!"
David looked up at him, "sounds good to me," with that he tipped the contents of the beaker into his mouth, making a face as the weird tastes hit his tongue, "that was horrid," he shuddered once the liquid was gone.
Then Jack stepped up and turned the air on full almost blowing David off his feet, "there you go, all set!" he smiled.
As they made their goodbyes The Doctor picked up one of the odd bits of machinery laying about, "you may want to not toy with this one," he advised Jack.
"Why?" Jack frowned taking the small purple disk from the Time Lord.
"It's um, used to tamp down certain basic urges, for those about to join monasteries," The Doctor explained haltingly.
Jack caught on after a second, "no, definitely not my style," he handed it to Ieuan, "put this in the trash burner when you get a chance!"
The Master was waiting impatiently for David and The Doctor to return to the TARDIS. While The Doctor busied himself with the de-materialisation process The Master sidled up to David, "we had some fun huh?"
David cocked an eyebrow at him, "are you on drugs? Or if not, should you be on some?"
The Master sighed, calling out to The Doctor, "you never let me have anything nice!"
The Doctor just chuckled.
"So where are we going now?" David asked.
"First we're dropping him off at The Shadow Proclamation," The Doctor gestured towards The Master, "and then I'm finally going to give you that trip to anywhere you want, that I promised, ohh ages ago!"
The Master watched as David ran up the ramp to his room to change out of the green scrubs, "you'll have to tell him some day," he told The Doctor.
"I know," The Doctor sighed, "but some day isn't today."
"You're not really just going to leave me to those self righteous wind bags are you?" The Master smiled winningly.
His smile faded as The Doctor turned to face him, his dark eyes blazing, "you are lucky that's all I'm doing. Don't push your luck."
The Master was saved from having to come up with a reply when David reappeared dressed in jeans and a white shirt with a black moose printed on it.
"Do you have anything in your wardrobe that is not commonly worn by a twelve year old?" The Master sneered.
"At least I don't dress like a funeral director," David shot back, making The Doctor giggle.
"Have you decided where you want to go?" The Doctor asked once he got himself back under control.
"Yes! I'd like to.." David started.
The TARDIS interrupted him by coming to a bumpy landing; The Master paled a bit but squared his shoulders. The Doctor grabbed his long coat, "first things first," he sighed and the three of them left the time capsule.