A/N: Thanks for the reviews!!! I'm really glad you are all liking this!!! Can I just add that this story was set after the Battle of Canary Wharf, only without Rose or her mother ending up in the Parallel Universe. Thanks!!!

Chapter 10

The Doctor woke to the noise of the television blaring. Raising his head slightly, he could see Jack and Rose sitting in two armchairs gazing at the television with interest. He rubbed his bleary eyes and cleared his dry throat. On the whole he was feeling marginally better than he had been when he had previously woken, so that was an improvement. His knee still hurt though, but that wasn't a surprise. Jack had told him it would, so, ignoring the pain, he pulled himself into a sitting position.

Hear him clear his throat, Rose turned and smiled over at him, making to get off of her chair.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked softly, moving over to sit on the couch next to him.

"OK." He mumbled quietly, "Better than I was anyway."

"Good. Do you want something to eat?" Rose then asked, "You've not eaten since yesterday."

The Doctor shook his head, "No thanks, Rose, I'm not really hungry."

Rose scrutinised him, "You've got to eat, how else are you going to heal quicker?"

The Doctor didn't reply to this.

"Look, I'll make you some soup, how about that. That's easy on the stomach." Rose insisted, getting up, before heading off into the kitchen.

"So, you've finally returned to the land of the living, Doc!" Jack laughed, "How's your knee?"

"Fine." The Doctor lied, "Actually, I think I'll be up and about by tomorrow."

Jack grimaced, "I wouldn't do that, Doc, I've not even had a chance to put the tougher bandages on yet. God, you're arrogant."

The Doctor frowned, "I can't just sit around her for the next three month until my leg has properly healed! Rose and I have places to go, and people to see."

Jack grinned at this, "You know, Doctor, I could come with you and Rose." Jack hinted, "Please? I promise I'll be on my best behaviour, and I'm medically trained, even better."

The Doctor rubbed his eyes, before saying, "I'm not sure, Jack, I'll have to think about it." He replied, then he asked, "Wait, how did you become medically trained anyway?"

"Well, after being killed multiple times, you kind of pick up a few pointers," Jack jested, then added, "And there's something I haven't told you, Doc."

"What?"

Rose suddenly heard a yell coming from the sitting room, and quickly pulling the soup off of the heat, she ran through to see what the cause of the commotion had been.

When she entered, she found the Doctor standing just next to the sofa he had recently been lying on, his face pale and gaunt, holding onto the sofa for support with one hand, his sonic screw driver pointed at Jack with the other.

"You work at Torchwood!" He yelled, his eyes widening dramatically.

"It's different, I'm telling you!" Jack cried, "We've improved it! Without Hartman and her crew, we're trying to help!"

"You're a traitor, Jack!" The Doctor shouted, waving his sonic screwdriver threateningly, "Torchwood's Torchwood, there's no changing that!"

Jack looked innocent over at Rose, who could see from his expression that he was telling the truth. He wouldn't go against them. Not at a time like this.

"Right," Rose stated, moving over to the Doctor and pulling the sonic screwdriver out of his grasp, "Let's all just sit down and talk this over rationally." Then she added, "Doctor, how are you managing to stand up?"

"I have no idea." He replied honestly, beginning to descend onto the carpet.

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but it seemed a good place to stop, but I'll try and update as soon as possible!!! Please review!!!