The day had started just like any other day. Jack awoke to their daughter bouncing on the bed happily. She was an early riser and took great joy in coming into the room and waking up her daddies for breakfast and play time. The Doctor laughed with her as he tickled her stomach. Jack watched them play for awhile before heading to the shower to get ready for work.

After his shower, he shaved, dressed and headed to the kitchen where the Doctor was making breakfast and the little one was helping him, by setting the table. She had all ready placed three plates and napkins and was carefully adding the forks. Jack ate quickly before rushing out the door, calling his goodbyes out as he left.

Work always seemed the same recently. They were constantly dealing with artifacts coming through the rift and weevils on the move. The paper work had piled up again and he tried his best to get it down as the day wore on. Ianto had brought him in a cup of coffee before heading home and looking at his clock, Jack realized that his own day should have ended hours ago.

The drive home through the traffic was long and when he got home all he wanted to do was take off his shoes, kick back and relax. The Doctor had all ready eaten and was snuggling with their daughter, telling her a story as her eyes drifted closed. Jack sighed and headed to the kitchen to get left overs and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He went back into the living area and sat down on the couch, picking up the paper and reading it as he ate.

"I am going to put her to bed and then take a shower," he heard the Doctor say.

"Fine," he responded as he read yet another story that Torchwood was ruining Cardiff. He was going to have to put a stop to it soon. He finished his supper and placed the plate in the sink to be cleaned later. He drank the last of the whiskey and made sure the door was locked before heading up the stairs. The Doctor was all ready in bed when he went into their room and he took off his clothes and climbed in bed beside him.

The Doctor lay beside him and he turned the Doctor over onto his stomach and lay on top of him. He took the Doctor quickly as the Doctor moaned beneath him. He spilled himself deep inside him before rolling off and laying on his back, his eyes starting to drift close. He heard the Doctor move beside him and was almost asleep when the Doctor spoke.

"I love you Jack," the Doctor whispered so silently that Jack almost missed it as his eyes closed. He woke up hours late to a strange rasping noise beside him. He turned on the light to see the Doctor laying beside him. His face was a bright red and he was gasping for breath. As Jack jumped out of bed, he saw the pill bottle laying open next to the Doctor. Panicking he pulled out his phone and called Martha.

"He's overdosed on something and he's having some sort of allergic reaction." Jack told her over the phone.

"What does the bottle say?" Martha asked as calmly as she could. Jack grabbed the bottle and read it. Jack's heart raced when he saw the word Asprin.

"Asprin," Jack stuttered.

"Make sure he is flat and raise his feet up to help him from going into shock. Then I need you to get to the TARDIS. He has an emergency medication on hand that he needs to take now. I will be there as soon as possible." Martha told Jack.

"Please don't die sweetheart," Jack said as he raced down the stairs and into the TARDIS. He found the medication and ran back up the stairs. He pulled the top off the syringe and injected it into the Doctor. The Doctor groaned and passed out, his breathing still rough. Jack didn't dare try to move him as he took the Doctor's hand and held it. Leaning over, he kissed him softly on the cheek and then realized that he couldn't remember the last time he had done so.

It seemed like an eternity passed before he heard the front door slam shut and then Martha come into the room a minute later. She had her medical bag with her and placed an oxygen mask over the Doctor's mouth and nose as she began to work on him.

"What happened?" She asked Jack as she rushed to save the Doctor. Jack was asking himself the same thing as he moved to sit on the floor and twirled his wedding ring around his finger. Martha glanced over at him briefly and so he said the one thing that came to mind.

"I thought we were happy."