Jack was sitting on the Game Station, in the Dalek dust. The Doctor hadd taken the TARDIS and left him alone aboard the station. He had searched the place from top to bottom, trying to find any survivors. He wanted somebody, anybody to confirm that he wasn't alone. Earth had cut off their communications with the station once it was confirmed that the channels were down and though he had screamed in to the microphones until his voice was hoarse he was still by himself. Picking up one of the wires, with shaking, bloody fingers he carefully tried to fix his vortex manipulator enough to get him back to earth, back to the Cardiff rift. From there he would be able to ask the Doctor why he had been left.

"Jack what are you doing?" A concerned voice asked as his hand was wrenched away from the manipulator. He didn't see anyone though and he tried to get back to his work. He was going in insane.

"He doesn't hear you Ianto, he is hallucinating." Another male voice spoke up. This voice was slightly gruff yet sounded professional.

"I am not," Jack told the voices, wishing they would go away and leave him to his work. He needed to find the Doctor. He had loved the Doctor so much and had worked hard to change into a better man for him, just to be left behind after he had saved their lives. What kind of man was the Doctor if he could just abandon someone. Jack had to know, he had to know what he had done that was so wrong that the Doctor would just leave him.

"Jack, did you ever ask him?" The gruff voice questioned. What kind of question was that. How could he ask the Doctor why he had been abandoned, when he was still aboard the Game Station. These voices were beginning to annoy him. He stood and moved away from them, heading to the other side of the room.

"Leave me alone," He told them as he sat down and tried to work on his manipulator again. He was stopped again though by the unseen force.

"Jack you're hurting yourself. I don't know what you think you are doing but there is nothing there." The concerned first voice told him. Jack looked down at his wrist. He blinked a couple of times as the image of the vortex manipulator faded and the walls of the Game station changed into the bricks of the cell. Instead of seeing the manipulator he saw his own pink flesh with a piece of the plastic cup sticking out of it. He was dripping blood onto his pants that were soaked in the rest of the half a cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry Ianto," he said as he looked up into the eyes of the concerned Welshman. He was back in the cell underneath Torchwood, the Game Station a distant memory. Mike was holding his arm away from the damage to his wrist. Blood covered his fingers from where he had dug them into skin trying to get the back off of the manipulator.

"We need to get him cleaned up." Mike informed Ianto and Ianto rushed out of the cell to retrieve the medical kit. Mike address Jack this time. "There are medications that can help with withdrawl. You have informed me that you don't want to take any but given the circumstances I feel as though it would be a good idea."

"I hurt my husband. I deserve to suffer." Jack told the psychiatrist. "He trusted me and I betrayed him." He turned to look at Ianto as he entered with the suture kit to repair the damage to Jack's wrist.

"You should just let me bleed to death." Jack looked Ianto in the eyes as Tom came in the room to repair the damage. He had just been finishing the report with Gwen, when he was informed that Jack had hurt himself during a flash back.

"That isn't going to happen." Mike answered as Tom carefully took Jack's wrist. He removed the plastic from it and cleaned out the wound causing Jack to hiss, but not move away. He had given up on fighting them, he was to tired. The cut was small and Tom added only a couple of stitches to close it. Jack moved away from them and went and curled up on the bed. He laid on his side facing the wall. Mike was talking to him again, but he ignored him as he mourned for his family.

-DW-

"Daddy, wake up." Emily's voice penetrated the Doctor's sleep. The Doctor opened his eyes and smiled at the little face staring up at him.

"How was school?" He asked her as he sat up a little bit and reached down to pull her up on the bed.

"We drew you a picture." She answered as she handed him the drawing. On it were the words 'Get well soon, Love Emily and Sophie.' The drawing was of flowers and a man laying in bed with a cast on his leg. "That's you." She informed him as she pointed to the picture.

"It looks just like me." He laughed and hugged her. "Where is Sophie?"

"Helping Grandma Francine make supper. Auntie says we are going to eat in here." Emily smiled and slid off of the bed.

"What did I also say?" Martha asked as she walked into the room.

"That I could give Daddy the picture but if he was sleeping I shouldn't wake him. Ooops." She giggled. "Sorry Auntie."

"It's all right, now go help make supper while I talk to your dad for a moment." Martha swatted Emily's bottom playfully as the little girl ran out of the room. She waited until Emily was out of hearing range before closing the medi-bay door and going to the Doctor's bedside. The grin he wore for his children had faded again and he was back to staring at nothing.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked as she checked the capillary refill on his toes.

"I was trying to reach a healing coma." He answered.

"I know and I don't think you are going to be able to given the circumstances." Martha replied as she sat down next to the bed.

"I know." He sighed.

"It's all right that you can't Doctor. With everything that has happened in the last few hours, you are allowed to take time and heal." Martha took his hand and was surprised when he didn't pull away but held it, wanting her comfort.

"I can't though. I have to take care of our girls. They need me." He responded.

"The girls will be looked after. We aren't going to abandon you Doctor. My mum, mickey and I will be here for you as much as you need us. And if you need us to go away for a bit and leave you in peace we can do that too." Martha promised him.

"But they won't understand and I don't know how to tell them that Jack isn't going to come home. I don't trust him anymore, Martha. I can't." He sounded close to panicking as he tried to make her understand that he didn't trust his husband. The thought of seeing Jack churned his stomach and he bit his lip, swallowing hard to keep from being sick.

"No one expects you to." Martha informed him calmly.

"Where is he?" He looked around nervously

"He is locked in the a cell at Torchwood while he withdraws. He is being evaluated by a psychiatrist and after that we will determine what happens to him but under no circumstances is he coming here alone or without your permission." Martha answered and he nodded as tears filled his eyes again. He wiped them away quickly though as the door to the Medi-bay opened and his twin daughters bounded in carrying trays with sandwiches and chips. Samuel followed close behind with fresh fruit and Francine brought the drinks.

"Are we interrupting?" Francine asked seeing the Doctor's face.

"No," he replied quickly. He nicked a chip off of the plate Sophie had and nibbled the end of it as the girls settled at the small table that had been brought in. He wasn't hungry but he needed something to do with his hands and a reason not to talk. The girls would be asking again where Jack was, and he needed to have answer for them. Not yet though, for now he just wanted to see them be happy.