A/N: I'm sorry for this crappy chapter. I'm really tired. Little kids have boundless energy.
I don't.
Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Punishment

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Jack shot up with a sharp breath. The other three people in the room let out sighs of relief.

"Oh thank god." Martha gasped. Gwen and Ianto crouched next to Jack's small form on the medic bay table. He pushed himself up and looked at them. He knew those faces.

He had died.

Again.

"Jack, I am so sorry. I should have known…" Martha said. It hit him then. Martha had been taking a blood sample and had taken too much. She had forgotten he probably only had a half a cup of blood in him. Gwen and Ianto had rushed in when she realized he had almost no blood left.

Jack walked over to her hand which sat on the edge of the table. He picked up a finger and held it between his hands. Martha looked down.

"Martha, it's fine, I'm not dead…well I was, but, well, you know." He smiled at her. "Besides, now you have more than enough to do your tests."

Martha bent down to him.

"But Jack, if I can't even take the right amount of blood from you, what if I have to take it from others who could have been affected, mortals who could die?" She asked. Jack pulled her finger closer.

"Martha, I have complete confidence in your medical skills, you're a fantastic doctor and you would never do this on purpose, I'm sure you won't make the mistake again." He said.

Martha nodded as he let go of her finger. She turned back to the medical desk with the bag with too much blood in it.

Jack's words hadn't comforted her. He didn't know the truth.

She had taken too much blood on purpose.

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"Gwen, this is not funny!" Jack yelled. Gwen giggled.

"Oh, you're being overly dramatic Jack." She grinned. He glared from the clear glass she had placed over him.

"Gwen, what the hell are you doing?" Ianto asked as he came out of the kitchenette. He took the glass off of Jack. Gwen gave a sheepish smile. "I was just kidding around." She said. Ianto rolled his eyes as he grabbed Jack off the table. "This is better than the glass." He muttered as he glared again at Gwen. Ianto walked back into the kitchenette and placed him down on the small counter. He went back to rinsing out cups.

After a long pause, Ianto finally spoke.

"Jack, Gwen and I were talking earlier-"

"Oh god, what are you two planning?" Jack asked.

"Obviously, we can't leave you here tonight, so I'm taking you home with me."

Jack looked up at Ianto. Normally, he would have loved to go with the tea-boy, but at this size, it was more like a punishment.