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This is my first fan fic, so it is really me just experimenting with the whole idea. I know it's short, but any comments would be really helpful in understanding how I want to work later on.

The Tardis landed with a bang and the Doctor balanced himself against the console. He knew it was desperate, but he couldn't think of anything else to do. More people had died because of him and once again he was alone. He didn't want to be alone again, at least not tonight. The Doctor grabbed his coat and made his way to the door. He didn't even know if he would find who he was looking for, but he had nothing to lose. When he stepped outside, the cool night air filled his lungs.

"Wasn't expecting you," a voice said from behind him.

"Well, you know me Jack. Always spontaneous!"

Jack chuckled as he moved out of the shadows. "And for what do I owe this honor?"

"Can't a guy just stop by to see an old friend?" the doctor said, trying to sound as normal and chipper as possible.

"I would say yes, but that's not really your style. Especially when it comes to me."

"I thought we got past that, Jack," the Doctor glared at him.

"We did. Did you get lost, or did the Tardis pick a time because I was just on my way home. It's really late."

"No, I knew where I was."

"What's wrong?" the friendly attitude was dropped, and now Jack was staring at the Doctor, concerned.

"I'm fine," the doctor replied.

"Yeah, yeah. You're always fine, but we both know that's not true. What can I do for you?"

"Can I... Would it be alright, if... I stayed with you tonight?" the Doctor murmured.

Jack looked at his Doctor, the man he adored and admired, but all he saw was a broken man. A man who had seen too much death and a man who just needed company. It was upsetting for Jack to his Doctor in such a state, but he knew that the Doctor was just as capable of those feelings as anyone else was. "Of course. Come on," Jack said leading the way.

The pair walked in silence for a while, just letting the night sounds fill the sky. When they were nearly at the flat, Jack finally spoke again. "How many this time?"

"Four. They were all good people, they always are."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too."

"I've lost people too, you know. People, good people, that I've worked with, time and time again. They always die and it never gets easier."

"I know," the doctor whispered. It was strange for him to be hearing this from Jack. He was the one Jack looked up to. It was his fault Jack was the way he was. Jack was another tally on his conscience. Hearing those words from him, made the Doctor feel even worse. He killed so many people and tainted so many lives. Maybe it was time to end this. Maybe it was time to call it quits, before he destroyed anymore lives.

Jack took out his keys when they reached his flat and slowly opened the door. He was very careful to take his shoes off as quietly as he could. The Doctor followed his lead and gently closed the door behind him. It was a nice flat, very homey and clean. It didn't suit Jack at all, which confused the Doctor,

"I can get you a change of clothes. I don't really think sleeping in a suit is comfortable. Personally, I don't find really sleeping in anything is," Jack whispered.

"I don't need to hear anymore of that Jack," the Doctor responded at a normal volume.

"There is guest bedroom at the end of the hall, just give me a second." Jack began to walk quietly to a room. The Doctor followed him in. It was dark, but the Doctor's eyesight quickly adapted. It was Jack's bedroom, except the bed was occupied. A figure was asleep soundly. The Doctor's first thought was that this was another one of Jack's conquests, but Jack slowly made his way over to the bed. He sat down next to the figure and slowly began to caress the sleeping man's cheek. The man began to stir and lean into the touch.

"Jack?" the man said, barely audible.

"Hey, Ianto. The Doctor's staying in the guestroom tonight. Can he use one of your pair of pajamas?" Jack whispered.

"Mhm, top draw."

"Thanks, now go back to sleep," Jack said, stroking Ianto's hair and kissing his forehead. The Doctor looked at this in amazement. The two boys looked so peaceful and loving together. He smiled as memories started playing of him and Rose exploring the universe. He almost didn't recognize Jack placing the clothes in his hand. That was when he realized what he was fighting for, what those people had all died for. Death never got easier, but things did get better.