A/N: So, as it is no fun to publish a story when no one responds to it, I decided to move my lazy ass and translate the fic. Or rather, write it once more in English. There is a Polish version also, and if any of you understand this language – it would be my honor.

I updated the prologue, you may want to check the changes.

Oh, yes, disclaimer. As you all know, Doctor Who belongs to me. Enjoy!

It was lying in Tishs room.

It was laid there two days ago, and haven't moved since then. It was screaming and crying before, now It was horribly unconscious – or maybe simply dead. Doctor was looking at It in silence. Wrong. It seemed so easily fixed now. Reasonably, it was obvious that Jack could never be fixed – It was like those little tricks human math was full of : It can get so close to zero that no technology in the universe would be able to see the distance, but can never cross it.

Doctor wasn't exactly renowned for his reason on Gallifrey.

Doctor never wanted to harm Jack. Ever. That's why he left It on that God forsaken space station, he put all of the time and space between them, to let them both live – away from each other. Somehow, he had believed it would work.

Stupid, really.

Jack was eternity, stretched beyond possibility all over the universe. Wherever he went, there was always a trace of Jack, like a glare at the back of his neck, It looking at him from the past or the future, or both.

It hurt.

It hurt and it confused him, and avoiding Jack was doomed to fail. If he ever imagined… well. He wasn't an imaginative man, was he? Or wise, for that matter. He wasn't renowned for his intelligence on Gallifrey.

If he ever imagined that a mere escape would devastate It so badly. He wasn't sure he'd change his mind. He'd like to think so – It was human, after all, and It was Jack. He. It was him, and He was a friend.

But He was a profanity. Wrong. Harmful, by just being there.

And even as He was repulsive, He aroused passions in him. Like curiosity. How much He can take? The Master took Its eyes out, and they grew back. It was fascinating. And now… There were so many questions rising, so many possibilities to see, feel… Maybe he even should.

Maybe it was better for Him. Maybe if… Doctor clenched his fists. No. This was no good idea. (Doctor wasn't renowned for having good ideas on Gallifrey). But then again. So close. Like all he needed to do was push in the right direction. Jack would be grateful, wouldn't he? Doctor considered available tools.

- Your eyes are the same.

"

Doctor flinched. He didn't notice Francine coming.

- When you're looking at him. Your eyes are the same as his then.

For a moment they were just looking at each other. Off the trance, the Doctor felt overwhelming shame. He didn't really have any delusions about himself, especially about the differences between him and the Master, but… only a minute ago. Only a minute ago Francine rescued them both, and if it wasn't for her…

- What should I do? – Francine looked at him. She didn't look surprised at the admission. She already knew, Doctor realized bitterly.

- Get out of here – she said coldly. – And never come back.

Doctor swallowed, but nodded.

- Don't you ever go near my family. Any part of it, do you understand me? – she seemed dangerous now, and the Doctor nodded again. He wasn't exactly renowned for his obedience on Gallifrey, but this time he made an exception. He spared one helpless glance, and then he escaped once more. He never wanted to harm Jack.

Ever.

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The Doctor left, his Tardis fading from the corner of the room, and Francine settled for watching Jack. She took his hand, but released it quickly. It was cold to touch.

Francine closed her eyes.

A/N: I never saw any classic Doctor Who, so have no idea about his status on Gallifrey. If the fic's AU, please tell. Ah, and review!