[A:N/ I had this weird dream, and when I woke up I decided that the story was good enough to remember! This is the result! I love my brain sometimes! LiboChan did the beta!]
Jack woke up in a dark room that was to big and empty to be his own. The bed was huge and hard, the sheets stiff and cold. The only light came from the long window at the end of the room, and it fell over beds surrounded by white curtains.
The boy bit down a sob and whispered into the dark.
"Mammy?"
Something stirred beside him, making Jack wince in fear.
"Calm down boy, it's alright."
Suddenly a small light was turned on beside the bed and a man with brown suit and hair like he'd just gotten out of bed smiled at him. He sat up in the chair, leaning on to Jacks bed and took his hand.
"Now Jack, do you remember what happened?"
Jack bit his lip. He remembered running, his dad shoving him and Grey forward, telling them to run. He had been holding Grey's hand.
"Where is Grey?"
The man in the suit looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to look away, but then he seemed to steel himself and he rubbed Jacks hand with his own.
"I'm so, so sorry Jack. Grey, your mom and your dad... They are gone."
"Gone?"
Tears burned in his eyes. He didn't like this, he wanted to go home.
"I want my mammy!"
"I'm so sorry Jack. I was too late. I'm so sorry."
He cried. He didn't care that he was a whole six years old and that big boys don't cry.
The man in the brown suit got up from the chair and sat on the bed, hugging the little boy close.
"Don't worry. You'r not alone. I'll take care of you. You'r in Cardiff now, in Wales. It's not as bad as America. They don't mind so much here. There's even a school you can go too. Don't worry, even if it hurts now, it will be alright."
Jack nodded, even if he didn't really understand. The man let him cry, he didn't tell him to be strong and stop. He just sat there and held him tight and Jack had a feeling he was crying too.
After a while Jack calmed down and was leaned back against the pillow again. The bed was warmer and the room wasn't so scary anymore. The man stayed on the edge of the bed.
"Are you going to take care of me?"
"Yes Jack, I'm going to take care of you."
"Who are you?"
The man smiled a bit, and Jack felt himself smile back.
"Just call me the Doctor."
[I could piss and moan about getting twenty favs and subs and like... Three comments... But I think you get the message! I'm not gonna be one of those bitchy authors going "At least ten comments before I update!" but I'm just saying it would be nice! Also, this story is not set in stone and you might just get to see what you want if you just ask for it! XP]
