They had laid beneath the stars until well into the night before heading back to the hub. Once back at the hub, Jack had undressed the Doctor and brought him to the edge again. The Doctor tried to reciprocate and found himself pulling away from Jack. Jack didn't bat an eyelash as he held the Doctor. He had dealt with rape victims before and knew the Doctor's fears. The Doctor had been raped at least three times that he knew of and he was sure that there were more he didn't. He wondered if the Doctor remembered him being forced to watch and prayed to whatever was out there that he didn't. Though Jack knew he would never forget.

The torture for Jack aboard the Valiant had been different and he had been subjected to tortures of endurance. He had been starved to death on more then one occasion and on another he was whipped beyond what anyone would be able to endure, but unfortunately due to his immortality he had lived and in the end healed. It was times like that he wished he would just stay dead, but if he had, he wouldn't be here when the Doctor needed him the most. He couldn't afford to let his mind wandered back to the Valiant if he did, he would break and he needed to be strong. His thoughts snapped back to reality as he felt a cool hand on his cheek. He looked down to see the Doctor staring back up at him with love and concern in his eyes.

"Where did you go?" the Doctor wondered.

"I've been right here." Jack lied as he adjust the Doctor so he was holding him.

"No, you went away." The Doctor sighed. "We're both broken."

-DW-

The Doctor woke up in a cold sweat as once again he had found himself aboard the Valiant. He knew that only time would rid him of the awful dreams. They had been worse a week ago after his and Jack's date night. Although Jack had taken it slow, he had still gone back to the Valiant that night, where again and again the Master had hurt him. He had refused to tell Jack about it but Jack still knew something was wrong as he had avoided any kind of sexual contact since.

Carefully he tried to untangled himself from the blankets and moved to sit up. His hips felt stiffer and sorer then normal, but nothing he couldn't handle. He stretched carefully and felt along his pelvic bones grimacing slightly from the pain as he reached his abdomen. He took a deep breath but that only made it worse. He tried to move again and his hips protested with a sharp stabbing pain that made him cry out. Jack was there almost immediately.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asked in concern as he watched the Doctor writhe in pain.

"My...hips." The Doctor gasped. "Please...Jack."

"I will get Martha here." Jack informed him. Though they had planned for this, he was weary of giving the Doctor any medication without Martha's conformation. He pulled out his cell and called her as he took the Doctor's hand. The Doctor squeezed it tightly, nearly crushing his fingers.

"Jack?" Martha answered sounding worried.

"You need to get down here Martha, he is in a lot of pain." Jack responded.

"Is it his hips?" She asked as she started to get dressed.

"He says it is."

"I will be there soon, just try to keep him still and comfortable until I do." Martha responded before hanging up.

"Please," The Doctor whimpered again as his eyes filled with tears. He thought back to his first pregnancy, when for the longest time he had been denied pain medication. They had told him it just proved that he wasn't ready for a child and if he had been a good Time Lord, he would have been able to control the pain. It was his mother who had finally taken mercy on him and medicated him, against his father's wishes.

Jack held the Doctor's hand and ran his finger's through his sweat drenched hair. He tried to whisper comfortingly to him, but the Doctor's whimpers of please, were killing him. Martha made it to the hub in record time, but it still seemed too long as the Doctor suffered

"How is he?" She asked as she entered the room.

"How does he look?" Jack snapped. Martha glared at him before turning her attention to the Doctor.

"I've got your medicine right her Doctor. I am just going to check you out first and make sure it is your hips." She moved the blankets down and carefully pulled his shirt up, making him cry out. She apologized as she felt along his hip bones and his stomach. She could feel him trembling beneath her hands and when she reached the middle of his stomach, he screamed as she touched him.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. All done." She informed him. "Now just a sharp scratch and then you will start to feel better." She cleaned a small place on his thigh before inserting the needle. She emptied the contents of the syringe and then set it aside. The Doctor continued to writhe in pain but gradually his movements became less.

"There you go Doctor, don't fight it." She said as she covered him with the blanket.

"Jack," He moaned sounding sleepy.

"How are you feeling?" Jack asked.

"Sleepy, s'nice." He slurred. He lifted Jack's hand in his and rubbed Jack's knuckles on his face. "You're warm."

"And you're drunk." Jack laughed.

"No," He shook his head back and forth quickly in a child like manner. "I don't like drinking, it makes my head feel funny. I want Ice cream."

"Two weeks of this?" Jack asked Martha as he tried to follow the Doctor's train of thought from alcohol to ice cream.

"More or less." Martha agreed.

"Is it dangerous to the baby?"

"No, the drug was specifically designed for Time Lords who are pregnant. The baby won't be affected negatively by it." Martha reassured Jack.

"Banana is the best but I like chocolate." The Doctor rambled on. He tried to sit up but Jack firmly pressed his hand to the Doctor's chest to stop him.

"You need to remain still." Jack informed him. "Just because you feel better doesn't mean you are."

"But I can't eat a banana unless I sit up." The Doctor argued, the ice cream forgotten. Martha chuckled and went up the ladder to get him a banana, while Jack stayed to make sure the Doctor wouldn't try to follow. He realized at the moment that wouldn't be a problem as the Doctor seemed distracted trying to count the number of indents on the ceiling.