*AUTHORS NOTE* I have returned from my travels, and so will update again, starting with now. Enjoy (see, I promised didn't I?) p.s sorry it's so short, this chapter was written quickly in an airport terminal, so I didn't have a chance to write much
jack didn't sleep well that night. He had gone to bed in the TARDIS; something he'd been doing since The Doctor had got so gravely ill. It made Jack feel closer almost linked to him.
Jack's sleep was broken by short, disturbing dreams from which he woke sweating, cold and screaming. One of them had deeply stirred him and it chilled him to the bone. As he lay staring up at the high ceiling of the room, he could hear the low, comforting whirr the ship constantly made. It was comforting and eventually eased him into a deep, cold sleep.
Jack stood on the bay, dwarfed by the water tower and coat flapping in the cold, harsh, bitter wind. He shivered as snow began to fall. It came down in billowing drifts, settling on everything. "Jack" a voice barely whispered. Jack looked up. The Doctor stood opposite him. Still. He looked at Jack with a pain burning in his eyes that wrenched at Jack's heart. He moved to touch the timelord, but found he couldn't. He couldn't move, couldn't make a sound. He tried to vent a frustrated scream, but couldn't. "I'm so cold, Jack. Help me" The Doctor was disappearing in a blizzard of cold white flakes. Jack tried to call out, to reach for his beloved Doctor, but was still paralysed, rooted to the spot. "Jack" The Doctor was fading from view, only a vague outline was visible among the blurred white of the blizzard. "Jack" The Doctor disappeared from Jack's view.
Jack jolted awake, screaming the Doctor's name and drenched in cold sweat. He sat up and ran a hand through his thick black hair, before lying back down and pulling the duvet closer. It still smelt of The Doctor; even though the TARDIS had been through regeneration, it still had the same smell.
The Doctor had a smell Jack couldn't describe. It was old, like a musty room or an old book, and it was comforting, like home, and it was alien, just like The Doctor himself. Jack inhaled it, rolled over and fell back into that cold, deep sleep he had tried to fend off for fear of more dreams.
Jack was back in the bay, trying to make out the shape of The Doctor as the swirling, spinning, and confusing mass of snow that was blurring and disfiguring him. This time, Jack could move. He sprinted through the mass of snow and reached his beloved Timelord. He touched his face. It was icy cold, and his lips were tinted blue from the cold.
"You're freezing!" Jack tried to say, but he was still mute.
"Help me, Jack" The Doctor's voice was barely a whisper. "Jack, Jaaack!"
"Jack! JACK!" Gwen shook the sleeping immortal. "God, he's freezing Ianto!"
Ianto felt Jack's skin. It was icy cold. He sighed. The room was warm, the sheets were warm. So why was Jack so cold? "Bloody hell, it's like he's been…frozen" Ianto trailed off, a realisation starting to form in his mind. Maybe the TARDIS had picked up on Jack's wish to be frozen, to be with The Doctor, and put him in a coma like, cold state. He would have to ask The Doctor when…if he woke up.