When Jack awoke he first felt guilty about the dream that he had. But as he came around and realized that the Time Lord had his head rested on his chest and his naked leg wrapped around Jack's under the covers, he felt more guilty it wasn't a dream. He hadn't meant to go that far with the Doctor. Not yet at least.

When the Doctor had invited him back into bed he had accepted. He planned on holding him until he went to sleep and then heading back upstairs to finish some work. The kissing was unexpected but kissing was nice. When he realized how far the Time Lord actually wanted to go, he went against all he senses and got out of bed. He was going to explain it was a bad idea, the Doctor was sick. The look of rejection in the Doctor's eyes changed that. He couldn't reject the one man he had waited over 2000 years for. So instead he told him to take off his pants and roll over. Surprise filled him as he watched the Doctor listen and those were the last words spoken.

Taking things slow, Jack spent a long time just kissing and holding the Doctor. Moving softly against him. He waited for the Doctor to change his mind. Even after he had finally rolled the Doctor onto his side and held him tight as he entered him. He listened to the moans and sighs coming from the man in his arms. He had brought them both to climax, with gentle, controlled movements. Afterwards the Doctor had kissed him on the cheek before settling down to sleep in his arms.

He very carefully untangled himself from the Doctor's arms and watched as he rolled over, curling around a pillow. Jack found his trousers and got dressed as he hurried out of the bedroom and up to the kitchen. He had almost made it to the safety of his office, when he ran into Martha.

"I slept with the Doctor," he blurted out.

"I am glad he's asleep. I was just about to check on him." She responded, not lifting her eyes from the paperwork she was holding.

"That's not what I meant. Well he is asleep, but I had sex with the Doctor."

"Oh," Martha looked up with a surprised look.

"Oh, is that it?" Jack asked.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to yell at me. Tell me it was wrong. That I shouldn't have done it."

"Was it consensual?"

"Of course," Jack responded, horrified she could even ask.

"Then it isn't a problem." She shrugged.

"What if he thinks it is? What if he thinks I took advantage of the fact he is sick?"

"You need to discuss that with him." Martha replied.

The night passed and the Doctor showed no signs of waking up. When Martha got to work she wasn't happy to hear that he was still asleep, but upon hearing he had taken blood and brain scans the day before she disappeared into the lab. Not before sending Jack to wake him up with a small bag of pills. Jack entered the room and chuckled. The Doctor was still sound asleep on his stomach. But he had turned diagonal and was spread out so that he was taking up most of the bed. Jack got close to his head and gently stroked his hair.

"Come on sleepy head. It's time to wake up." He cooed.

"Five more minutes." The Doctor groaned and turned his face away from Jacks.

"You've been asleep over 14 hours, it's time to get up." Jack kissed him on the head. "Come and have some tea and then you can see Martha in the Medi-bay. She has your test with her."

That got the Doctor's interest. He jumped up to get out of bed, tangled his feet in the blankets and fell hard to the ground, with a cracking sound. "Ow," he moaned as Jack hurried over to him.

"What was that?" Jack asked frantically. "What broke?"

"My dignity." He responded as he reached underneath himself and pulled out a small clock. Jack giggled as the Doctor rubbed his backside. "It's not funny." He moaned.

"I could kiss it and make it better." Jack offered. He shook his head and pushed himself up with his right hand. "Go take a shower and when you get done, I will have a cup of tea waiting for you." The Doctor started to turn away.

"I almost forgot, pills first, then shower." He handed the Doctor the small bag of pills. The Doctor poured them on the table and noted the anti depressant was back as well as a new one. He looked at it a moment before handing it to Jack.

"I don't know if I can take that." He said. "I will check with the TARDIS first."

"That's a change." Jack slipped the pill into his pocket. The Doctor took the rest of the pills and again just using his right hand, picked up a glass of water off the nightstand and took a drink.

"What's the matter?" Jack asked noticing he wasn't using his left hand at all.

"Nothing," He responded quickly and headed into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed, he leaned against and grimaced. He held up his left hand and looked at it. His small finger was sticking out at an odd angle. It didn't matter what finger it was really, this wasn't suppose to happen. He didn't break bones easily, certainly not by falling out of bed.

There was a small knock on the door. "I said I'm fine Jack," He called out.

"Good thing I'm not Jack," Martha responded. "Open the door."

"I'm naked." He replied indignantly.

"You haven't cared before."

He wrapped a towel around his waist before opening the door. "Yes Martha?"

"Let me see your hand."

"It's currently holding the towel." He replied cheekily.

"That's okay, it's the other hand I want to see."

He held out his hand and she shook her head. "Any reason you didn't want Jack to know you broke your finger?"

"No."

"Then why hide it? Come on, lets go to the TARDIS and get you fixed up."

"What about my tea?" He whined.

"You can have tea after." She responded and took his wrist and led him up out of the room.