Jack slept peacefully for about three hours before he began to wake up. He fought waking up as he wanted to go back to the dream where he had fallen asleep in the Time Lord's arms. He would skip the embarrassing part about crying himself to exhaustion, and get right to the part where the Doctor held him close, rubbing his back gently. He could still feel arms around him and it was the first time since he started to date the young Welshman, that he actually felt disappointed to be waking up next to Ianto. Breathing in through his nose, a small smile crossed his face as he smelled the familiar scent of the Time Lord. He opened his eyes a crack, the smile immediately fading as he was once again greeted by darkness.

Upon seeing that Jack as awake, the Doctor moved his hand to Jack's head, gently stroking the hair behind his ear. He didn't try to move, content to lay in bed with Jack as long as he needed to. Eventually, he would have to get back to the math problems that were making his head hurt, but for now it was nice laying in bed with another warm body. He hadn't shared a bed with anyone since Donna and she wasn't much of a cuddler. In fact, he was sure he would have been punched for trying. Still she didn't like to be alone at night on the TARDIS and truthfully, neither did he. He pushed the thought of Donna away as tears filled his eyes. He missed his friend and the sister she had been to him.

Since leaving Donna at her mum's house, he had been alone. It didn't matter how many times he told himself he was better off alone, or that he had become reckless, he still missed having a companion aboard. Donna had known from the start that he needed someone to stop him. Jack had forced him to slow down but he couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until he was alone again? He had asked Jack to travel with him and Jack had told him no. While he respected Jack's decision to stay on Earth and run Torchwood, he had hated leaving him behind.

Running his hand along Jack's ear, he reached the bottom again before lifting his hand to Jack's temple. He gently tapped his finger against it. Jack immediately nodded, turning his head so that the Doctor could reach both his temples. The Doctor pulled his arm loose, from underneath Jack. He put his index fingers to Jack's temples, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jack told him immediately as he entered the club again.

"For?" The Doctor asked sounding confused. Jack stared at him a moment. The Doctor seemed genuinely confused over the fact that Jack was apologizing to him.

"Never mind," Jack responded. "Are you any closer to finding a solution?"

"I promise I am working on it. It will just take time Jack. I know you are bored and frustrated already. Tomorrow I will see about getting you out of bed and we can go for a walk around the TARDIS and then as you heal UNIT," The Doctor told him.

"What is the point? I can't see anything," Jack reminded him with a sigh.

"You can't lay in bed until we discover how to fix this. I'm sorry Jack, but it may take awhile. In the meantime, I will teach you how to communicate by Tactile signing so that I can still talk to you when we aren't joined telepathically," The Doctor explained to him.

"Do you really think it will take that long?" Jack asked sounding depressed.

"I don't know. Still it would be helpful for you to know sign language as well as how to read braille," The Doctor replied. He leaned back against a pole. The pole disappeared as he did, causing him to fall back. He caught himself, not commenting on it. He fixed his coat out of habit as he looked at Jack. "I know it isn't fair, but we will fix this. In the meantime, you need to get your strength up so that I can help you. Martha bought three pizzas earlier, I will get yours and mine so that we can eat."

"I'd rather have a whiskey," Jack sighed.

"I know but with the medication you are on it is better if you don't drink," The Doctor smiled sympathetically at him. "I can get you a nice hot cup of coffee."

"I guess that will do. Is it too much to hope for that you have something sweet like cake?" Jack wondered. The Doctor shrugged.

"Martha went shopping earlier. I can check. So pizza, coffee and cake?" The Doctor questioned. Jack nodded. "Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of," Jack replied. The Doctor strolled over to Jack hugging him close.

"It's going to be alright," He promised. Jack hugged him back.

"What if I never see or hear again?" Jack asked him softly.

"Then I will take continue to take care of you as long as I can," The Doctor replied without hesitation. Jack looked up at him surprised by the statement. He expected the Doctor to run as soon as possible, but the Doctor was actually thinking about staying by his side.

"Thank you," Jack responded, knowing it didn't express how truly grateful he was. The Doctor released the hug, then opened his eyes back into the medi-bay. He got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Pulling the leftover pizza out of the fridge, he saw a banana banoffee pie waiting for him. He smiled as he pulled it out. He really owed Martha an apology tomorrow for his rudeness. He piled the pizza, pie and a cup of coffee as well as tea onto the pizza. Carrying them back to Jack's bed, he set them down on the end table.

Before placing the table across Jack's lap, he grabbed his thicker blanket off the other bed and spread it over Jack. He then placed his pillow on the side he had been sleeping. Taking the table, he sat down next to Jack, then placed it over their legs. He spread the food out in front of them. Lifting his hand, he put it against Jack's temple.

"Banana banoffee pie," He told Jack happily.

"That works," Jack responded. With the Doctor's help, he took a slice of pizza and began to eat. The Doctor thought about starting on the pie. Feeling a little guilty, he opened his own pizza and dug in. After a few slices each, they finished off the entire pie together. The Doctor made sure Jack had his fair share, even if he wanted to eat it all. After they were both full, he moved the table, settling down next to Jack and closing his eyes.

-DW-

The Doctor was dreaming about midnight again. He could feel the helplessness he felt aboard the bus as he was drug towards the door and the xtonic sun. He tried to scream for someone to help him, but the creature used his voice against him. He instead told the people to throw him off of the bus and out into the deadly sun. As the door to the bus opened, he found himself being drug out into the woods. He recognized the path as the one that he walked to find Jack.

"Let me go," he demanded as he fought against the hands holding him. He could see the men holding him clearly in the bright light of the day. The men both had short brown hair and thick beards. Their skin was tan from the sun and their clothes were old and patched. "I told you before my name isn't Alex."

"Shut up," The Man hissed. "I don't give a shit if your name is Alex or what you call yourself. You made the wrong people mad. Now you are going to suffer the consequences. We got a nice cabin rigged up for you and you are going to learn the hard way about what happens to people who don't pay their debts."

"I," Jack tried. He was rewarded for his effort with a punch to the jaw.

"I said shut it," The man seethed at him. Jack glared at him, spitting the blood that filled his mouth on the ground in front of him. He knew it had been wrong to trust that Alex bloke, just because he was easy on the eyes. Once again he found himself thinking with groin and had been rudely awoken by these two goons. He was dragged into an empty cabin and down a set of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, there were shackles. The men shackled his hands to the ceiling, forcing him to hang by his wrist. They then attached the shackles to his ankles.

"Let's see how much electricity it takes to make him sing. I bet only a few jolts and he will be singing like a canary," The man laughed. Jack spat at him. The man turned the switch and electricity raced through his body. He tried not to scream as body jolted in pain.

"I think he likes it," The man's partner told him.

"You know what I agree," The man responded. He turned up the electricity. Jack's body started to go numb from it. He held out from screaming as long as he could but as the pain rose, he found himself unable to stop screaming. The man laughed and Jack felt the pain get worse before blackness overtook him. He gasped back to life, looking at the stunned faces of the two men. They had stopped the electricity, as they prepared to dispose of his body. The first man quickly snapped out of it as he turned the electricity on again. Once again Jack held out as long as he could until he felt death greeting him. The next time he woke there was no reprieve from the pain. He screamed as every cell was on fire as he awaited his next death.

-DW-

The Doctor shot awake, moving his hand quickly away from Jack's temple. Why he had placed it there, he didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted to find these men who had hurt Jack. His hand shaking, he reached for his tea. It had gone stone cold, but that didn't matter. He still took a drink trying to calm himself down. Jack didn't deserve the pain that the men had caused him. Jack didn't deserve any of the pain that had been a constant part of his life since becoming immortal. Jack was a kind decent man.

Draining the tea, he laid back down. Jack was still sleeping soundly and he reached out to him, stroking the side of Jack's head gently. He thought of getting out of bed and going to his own. At least there it would be his own nightmares. He needed the companionship as much as Jack, though. Snuggling close to Jack, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.