The Doctor's life had never been routine in his first nine hundred years of life. He had always done what he wanted, when he wanted and only slowed down when his companions would beg him for a minute to rest. He had pushed Jack and Rose to almost breaking on more then one occasion before Rose would flirt with him, asking him for just a minute to sleep. The Doctor would smile at her and offer to tuck her in. It had started as a joke between them until one day she took him up on the offer. Every night from then on he would follow her to bed and talk to her until she fell asleep.

"You never did tell me what you two would talk about," Jack told the Doctor softly. He tried not to let his sadness show through as he realized how much he missed that smile. How much he missed everything that the Time Lord use to be. Those days of chaos were gone to a life of routine, because routine kept the Doctor healthy.

Jack's days started all the same now. No matter how much or how little he slept he was up at five in the morning to take care of the Doctor. The Doctor was usually awake by the time he went into get him but if not he always woke shortly after. From there Jack would gently clean him up and bathe him before moving him into his wheelchair. He would then feed the Doctor in the privacy of his room before the others arrived to work. The Doctor thankfully was still able to swallow soft foods and so Jack took the time to spoon feed him properly rather then force feed him through a tube. He wasn't sure how much the Doctor was comprehending but Jack always made sure to take great care in not embarrassing him.

Occasionally the Doctor's hand would move or his eyes would glance to Jack just for a moment. The first time it had happened Jack had jumped for joy sure the Doctor was coming back to him. After tons of research though and the two years, he had come to realize the movements didn't mean anything. So when the Doctor glanced at him as he brought the spoonful of oatmeal to his mouth, Jack barely took notice.

"You have a busy day today. Martha is going to be coming in to do your stretches and then you are going to spend time with Gwen while I go out in the field for a while. I told Gwen that she is to go over the artifacts that came through the rift recently with you," Jack informed him. If he had anything to be thankful for the last two years it was Martha and Gwen.

Martha technically belonged to UNIT but the brigadier was more than willing to send her twice a week to Torchwood to work with the Doctor. Jack had been hesitant to accept her help at first but after meeting Martha, he realized she was exactly the kind of companion the Doctor would have like. She was brave, inquisitive and had taken to learning about the Doctor and adapting her work in order to help his unique physiology. Jack was just disappointed that UNIT had gotten to her first after the Judoon had taken Royal Hope hospital. It was thanks to Martha that the hospital had been returned safely to Earth and UNIT had employed her the very next day.

Gwen though had shown up by accident. She had found Torchwood. At first Jack had tried to retcon her but she came back. After he had let her stay. She had been one of the best things to happen to Torchwood. She didn't mind taking care of the Doctor while Jack went into the field and Jack quickly discovered that is what he needed. He had spent the first three months taking care of the Doctor with his life revolving around the Time Lord. Now thanks to Gwen he was able to step back a little and have time to himself without feeling to guilty.

Jack finished feeding the Doctor and then gave him a small drink of water. Releasing the breaks on the wheel chair. He pushed the Doctor out into the hub. Gwen was there early like usual and she looked up as they entered.

"You're looking nice today," She commented to the Doctor as Jack approached. "I think you need a haircut though."

"His hair is fine," Jack told her as he ran his hand through it. He liked the Doctor's hair the way that it was. "Would you mind staying with him while I take Ianto his breakfast?"

"Of course not. Do you want me to take it instead?" Gwen offered. It was a usual offer and somedays Jack took her up on it. Today though he wanted to go himself. He made Ianto a simple breakfast of toast with butter before heading down to the cells. He took the meal to the third cell down and pushed it roughly through the hole in the cell.

"I think I will skip breakfast today?" Ianto commented as the food fell to the floor. He had long ago stopped complaining about how he was treated. He had complained once before Jack had informed him that the world thought Ianto had died with the rest and Jack would be more than happy to finish the job.

"Your loss," Jack answered as he turned to leave. He returned to the Doctor and Gwen.

"Does he feel a little warm to you?" Gwen asked as she placed her hand on the Doctor's cheek. Jack followed suit and held it there for a moment.

"A little but not to much. I will have Martha check him when she comes in later," Jack informed her. He was sure it was nothing.