When The Doctor Needs A Doctor
Summary: The Doctor gets ill, and the only person who can look after him is Jack!
A/N: This bit is just an intro and is very short; I hope you don't mind - it's just to spark people's interest.
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Intro: Jack's new job
"Jack, Jack!" Gwen called, waving a phone round in her hand. "There's someone called Rose on the phone, she say's you're old friends."
"Rose." Jack muttered, his brow furrowed; he hadn't seen her since he was brought back to life that day. He walked over and took the phone from Gwen's hand. "Thanks." He smiled at her. "Hello?"
"Hello."
"Hello … is it just me, or does this remind you of the first time we met?"
A short laugh came from Rose, but then she seemed to become serious. "I suppose we owe you an apology."
"You mean for leaving me trapped on a spaceship full of dead people and Daleks?" He replied sarcastically.
"Yeah." Rose whispered, feeling guilty. "For that. I really am sorry Jack, we thought that you were dead…"
Jack frowned. "Well, I suppose I forgive you. Not point in holding grudges. So, what do you need?"
"Er, well, the thing is… The Doctor's not very well. He was hit by some sort of alien powder and I don't have a clue what to do."
"And you expect me to know? He's the Doctor!"
"Well yes I no, but you could still help… It's just that my mum has booked us a holiday for her birthday for a fortnight, and refuses to let me stay here."
Jack couldn't believe it. After all this time, Rose finally gets in touch, just to ask him to baby-sit!
"Let me get this right. I save your life, travel with you and The Doctor, help you save the world a few times, get killed helping you, get brought back just for you to leave me with no visible escape in the middle of space, don't bother to ever get in touch with me, and then ask me to baby-sit a sick Time Lord while you go on holiday?!"
Silence…then. "Erm, yeah."
Jack sighed deeply, knowing he was going to regret this. "When and where?"