Hey out there! So this is a fanfiction about Captain Jack and the tenth doctor and I hope you like it, please review so I know if this is good or not or if I could make something better! ;) Hope you like it!

P.S.: I never watched Torchwood, so I will write it like I have understand it from other fanfictions and I gave Jack a flat, because I don't know where he sleeps or lives. ;D

Chapter 1

It was raining outside. Dark clouds covered the night sky with its wonderful stars and a heavy storm blew over England.

Only the flashes gave a little light when they crossed the sky.

Jack was standing in front of the window of his little flat, watching the storm and listening to the thunder that growls loudly into the night.

Ianto told him to take a break this night, because he had a long and hard week behind him.

First he refused to go, but when Ianto made sure that he would take care of everything and that he should trust him, he finally gave in.

Now he was standing here, his thoughts still with Torchwood.

What if something happened and he wasn't there?

This question kept running in his head all the time, since he left Torchwood just for this one night.

He took a deep breath.

Nothing will happen now, it's just for one night and he could trust Ianto. Tomorrow he will go back to Torchwood and everything will be as always.

Maybe Ianto was right, maybe he really needed this one night break, even if he still wasn't so sure about it.

He sighed and turned to go to bed when he suddenly saw a blue flash of light in the corner of his eye.

He again turned back to the window and saw this flash coming straight towards the earth. It was fast and it looked like it would fall and IT definitively wasn't a flash, it was the Tardis!

His eyes grew wide when he recognized the spaceship.

Quickly he grabbed his coat and stormed out of the flat right then when the Tardis crashed on the hard street behind the corner in an alley.

"Doctor!" He screamed and ran towards the blue box.

Rain was blocking his view and the darkness didn't help either but he reached the Tardis just in time when the doors opened and the doctor stumbled out.

Jack just could see the silhouette of him in the darkness but he still perceived that the doctor had difficult to hold himself upright.

"Doctor! What happened? Why are you here and wow this was the worst landing I have ever seen from you." He grinned, but his smile faded when the doctor just stood there silently not doing anything.

"Doctor?" He asked "Are you alright?"

It was then when the doctor raised his head as if he just recognized him now standing there and talking to him.

"Ja–!" He started but couldn't go on, because he lost his grip and started to fall forwards.

Jack just in time jumped forwards to catch the doctor, before he could fell on the hard ground.

"Doc! What the hell happened to you?" His voice was full of fear and worry now.

The heavy wind tugged on his coat and the rain was absolutely bucketing down as he stood there holding the limp body of his famous friend and didn't know what to do.

The first thing that came to his mind was bringing him inside his Tardis again, but there was smoke coming out of her, so he decided against it and thought about bringing him inside his flat.

He raised the doctor's body and carried him through the rain, one arm under his knees and the other one under his arms.

With fast steps he was in front of his door and opened it to enter his warm flat.

It was then, when he finally could see the doctor and not just his silhouette.

At what he saw, he gasped in shock.

The doctor's suit was torn open and his body was covered with scars and wounds. Blood was dripping down his face that was as pale as snow and there was a metal collar around his neck.

"Oh god doc, what have you done again" The pain of seeing his friend in this terrible state was reflected in his face when he carried him down the floor and into his bedroom.

He always wished to carry the doctor in his bedroom and strip him there, but he never expected to be it like this.

He took the doctor's tattered and wet clothes of except his boxers and gasped when he saw more scars.

Then he gave him one of his T-Shirts, which was to big for his thin body and covered him with the blanket.

For a short while he sat beside him, watched him in his peaceful sleep and stroke his fluffy but wet hair, while he thought about what to do next.

He couldn't take him to a hospital but he also couldn't let him stay in this state.

The wounds were not deep as far as he saw them but there were a lot of them. It looked like some one whipped him, also he was cold and pale and was shaking violently and there was sweat covering his forehead.

It took him a while till he got the answer. He stood up from his seat next to the doctor and went into the living room where he grabbed the phone and called the only person who could know what to do.

It took just a few seconds till someone answered the phone.

"Hello, Martha Jones here."

"Mrs. Jones this is Captain Jack. We have a problem."