The Doctor's days had become routine which in a way Jack found amusing and at the same time it concerned and angered him even more. The man who was always on the run and never staying in one place now went into tears at best and into the cell at worse, if something changed from day to day.

The basement cell now had a single mattress in it and had become the Doctor's room at night. During the day the Doctor had times where he needed the cell but at night they had no other choice. Everyday was the same, around 8pm he would calm down and relax against Jack on the couch and they would watch a movie. By 10pm he would start to grow restless and by 11pm that restlessness would turn into frantic pacing. Around 11pm Jack took him down to the cell and by midnight the Doctor became a danger not only to himself but to anyone who tried to help him.

He screamed, hit, and kicked. His clothes would be ripped and he tore off his bandages. He clawed and scratched himself until he bled. He would flip the mattress and move it around the cell. By about 7 in the morning he would start to calm down, his screaming stopped and his movements became more sluggish. He would fix the mattress back to a position he could lay on it and by 8 he would be sound asleep for a few hours.

Once awake, he was back to his calm happy self until something set him off. They would let him out of the cell, Martha changed his bandages and cleaned up any new cuts. Jack helped him to bathe and then got him dressed and then they would all sit down to eat.

Currently the Doctor was sitting in Jack's office, giggling at a children's program, while Jack was working. When coherent he still refused to let Jack out of his sight for more than a few seconds, so during the day Jack had taken to doing office work.

"Hey, be nice," Jack scolded gently as the Doctor threw a paper ball that hit Jack in the head. Jack looked up at him and The Doctor frowned and pointed at the TV. "Well you're the one who insist on watching children's programs, that are only 15 minutes long. You can wait a few minutes for the next one to start."

Martha came in the room and tutted. "Jack can't you turn on something else." She asked.

"I've tried other programs, he likes these and if it makes him happy." Jack shrugged.

"You still love him, don't you?" Martha asked sitting in the chair across from Jack.

"I do."

She nodded. "What if he doesn't get better?"

"Then I will continue to take care of him." Jack responded.

"You shouldn't have to put your life on hold."

"Why does it matter Martha," Jack asked his voice rising in volume. "Even if he lives to be a million, I will still outlive him. I could put my life on hold for the rest of his and in the end I will still end up alone." He was shouting now, "I told the Doctor one time, that I could be out there at the end of the universe and I know I was somewhere, what happens then Martha. When everyone else in the universe is gone and I am alone."

"Jack," Martha said her voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at her to see her comforting the Doctor, he was in tears.

"Oh, shit," Jack came around the desk and put his hand on the Doctor's shoulder and he flinched. "I'm sorry sweetheart."

"Take a walk Jack," Martha said calmly.

"He doesn't like me to leave."

"I know, but right now he is afraid, take a walk, calm down and by the time you get back I am sure he will be happy to see you." She said.

"What about if he goes hysterical while I am gone."

"Then I will have Ianto and Mickey help me get him to his room."

He nodded. "All right," He said and grabbed his coat and headed out of the hub and into the fresh, cool air of Cardiff. He wandered around not paying attention to where he was going until he found himself standing back in front of the hub. He sighed and walked back in.

"Martha," he called out as he entered the main room.

"She's in your room with the Doctor," Ianto answered handing him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," He said taking the cup and heading to his room. Martha was sitting on the bed and the Doctor was sound asleep beside her with his head in her lap. She was gently stroking his hair.

"I am surprised to see him asleep." Jack said sitting down in the armchair.

"He needs more sleep then he lets on." She whispered back. "I once got him to admit to me that he needs just as much sleep as a human, he just has gotten use to being sleep deprived."

"Because of the nightmares," Jack asked.

"Yes," She continued to stroke his head, "You won't end up alone after the universe ends."

"What?"

"You can't ever tell him I told you," She looked down at the Doctor, "But one day you will become so impossible that the universe won't be able to hold you anymore and you will be allowed to die." She looked up at Jack. "You won't end up alone in the darkness forever."

"If you want to go upstairs, I will lay down with him." Jack responded, not sure what else to say to her. Martha gently lifted the Doctor's head off of her lap and put it on the pillow. He stirred as she got up and Jack laid down next to him. He opened his eyes a crack and looked at Jack. A smile crossed his face and he gently caressed Jack's cheek before laying his head down on Jack's chest and wrapping his arm around him and closing his eyes again.

Jack kissed him on the top of the head. "I'll never abandon you." He whispered and held the Doctor tight as he closed his own eyes.