Martha couldn't sleep that night as she thought about how she could help the Doctor. He had made the first day of her assessment difficult not only by his language barriers but by his stubbornness as well. While it was nice to see a hint of the old Doctor, she really wished he would find a better time to show it. Especially when he decided to play games with her. She had placed him in a room alone with a two-way mirror and several objects. She had hoped to get an idea of his mentality by what he chose to do in her absence. Except as she entered the side room, he smiled at the mirror and she could have sworn that he saw her. He then proceeded to sit with his back to it until she went back in the room. She wasn't sure whether or not he had actually seen her, but it was obvious that she was going to have to find another way to test him. With that in mind, she arrived at the hub earlier than normal. As she was coming in the first thing she saw was Jack carrying the Doctor.

"Oh, my god," She gasped as she rushed over to them. "Is he alright?"

"He's fine. He just fell asleep and I was going to try taking him to bed for a change." Jack whispered. The Doctor moaned, burying his face further into Jack's chest as Jack adjusted his grip. He lowered his voice even more as he continued talking to Martha. "Also, there is a girl in the cells who probably needs a drink and something to eat. Would you mind taking care of that?"

"Not a problem. If you don't mind, though, can I ask who she is?" Martha questioned him. Jack shrugged the best he could with his arms full of the Time Lord.

"You could try, she probably won't tell you either," Jack answered sarcastically as he disappeared into his room. He laid the Doctor down on the bed, covering him with his blanket. Turning off the light he headed leave.

"Jack," He heard the Doctor whimper. Stopping he turned to look at him. The Doctor barely had his head raised from the pillow and was staring at Jack with sad sleepy eyes.

"You're alright. Just go back to sleep," Jack whispered. The Doctor lifted up his arms up asking in a childlike manner for Jack to pick him up again. Jack instead toed off his shoes as he went back over to the bed. Lifting up the blankets, he laid down taking the Doctor into his arms. The Doctor snuggled against his chest, grabbing a handful of his shirt. Jack reached up, gently stroking the hair behind the Doctor's ear as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out once more. Jack continued to lay there with him as the Doctor slept peacefully for the next few hours. Sooner, than Jack would have liked, the Doctor's peaceful sleeping gave way to distressed whimpers. His grip on Jack's shirt tightened once more as his eyes flew open.

"It was just a bad dream. I promise you're safe and nothing is going to hurt you again. Now just close your eyes and go back to sleep," Jack cooed. Jack wasn't sure if the Doctor understood him as his eyes started to drift closed again. His breathing evened out and he was almost asleep when he forced his eyes back open. He squirmed in Jack's arms until Jack released him allowing him to sit up.

"No tired banana," He exclaimed happily, even as his eyelids started to droop.

"You need to sleep more first. You're exhausted." Jack sat up taking the Doctor once more in his arms. Gently, he kissed the Doctor on the top of his head as he laid them both back down. The Doctor sighed dramatically as he laid his head on Jack's chest staring up at him with large sad brown eyes. Jack tried to focus on a point on the wall across the room and ignore the Doctor, hoping he would give up. He realized his mistake, though as the Doctor took advantage of Jack ignoring him. Jack felt the Doctor shift in his grip as the Doctor tried to inch his way slowly off the bed.

"Stay still and sleep," Jack told him firmly.

"No," The Doctor replied. He squirmed harder in Jack's arms until Jack had no choice but to release his grip or risk hurting him. Taking advantage of the situation, the Doctor quickly slithered to the end of the bed. Once there he sat up again and crossed his arms.

"Okay, you know the drill," Jack sighed as he got out of bed. Going around to the end, he checked the Doctor out for any new injuries and was relieved to find that apart from a few scratches he hadn't hurt himself last night. "All right. I think you can shower without having to have Martha fix you up first today."

"You think so," Martha asked coming in the room to check on the two of them. The Doctor groaned upon seeing her. He held up his bare arms and turned them so Martha could see. Even if she didn't like Jack's assessment, she could see that he was right. The Doctor hadn't been as rough on his body while in the cell last night and didn't need medical care this morning. "All right. Go get in the shower," She laughed.

Eager to get away, he hopped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Martha and Jack moved so that were standing right outside the door waiting for The Doctor in case he needed them. They were trying to give him independence again by showering by himself in the mornings, but both of them worried about him hurting himself while alone.

"So how did it go last night." Martha asked as the water turned on

"Well he was fine after she arrived until I missed his supper," Jack started.

"Who is she?" Martha interrupted. She had asked the girl when she had taken breakfast to her. The girl had refused to answer her, though.

"As far as I can tell, she works for the people who held him. She has only discussed them holding him up until now, so I haven't figured out if she was sent here or came here on her own yet. She is cooperating at the moment, so I am hopeful that she will answer my questions." He paused as he heard giggling. Listening he heard the sound of the water being turned on and then off repeated. He sighed. "One second." He opened the door and looked towards the shower. The shower curtain was open allowing him to see the Doctor standing there completely naked with the shower head in his hand.

"Stop playing with the water and just shower," He scolded him. The words were barely out of his mouth before he received his reply. The Doctor turned the shower head so that it was facing him as once more he turned on the water. It sprayed across the bathroom, wetting the tiles as it hit Jack in the face. Jack swore as he pulled the door quickly closed to stop the carpet from getting wet. From behind the door, there was a loud giggle but the water stayed on. Jack hoped silently that it was spraying inside the tub again as he didn't hear it hitting the door as the Doctor continued to giggle.

"You sure told him," Martha chuckled as she grabbed a towel. Jack took it, drying his face. He then continued with his story as if nothing had happened.

"Anyway, I missed his supper so he got mad and hit me. Then about a half hour later he body slammed me into the wall when I tried to get him to relax on the couch. I put him in the cell to calm down while I tried to talk to her again. I thought he would be in there all night, but Ianto watched him eventually letting him out again. He then ignored me, cried himself to sleep, and then managed to avoid the cell until about one in the morning. Jack summarized for her as he threw the wet towel on top of his laundry." Jack grabbed a spare towel out of the cupboard and started to dry off. "He seemed desperate last night, like he knew something was wrong but couldn't figure out what."

"It's possible that he might know that something is different about him, even if he can't vocalize what it is," Martha agreed. Jack shook his head.

"But you can't tell me anything still?" He questioned. Hearing the water in the bathroom turn off again, he picked up a towel for the Doctor to use.

"Not yet," She agreed as the door to the bathroom opened and the Doctor stepped out still soaking wet. He took the towel from Jack and held it to his body. Jack rolled his eyes, grabbing an end of the towel helping the Doctor to dry off. Once dry Jack dressed him in his trousers but the Doctor fought as Jack tried to get him to put a shirt on. He crossed his arms, wiggling his body until Jack gave up, throwing the shirt aside.

"Why don't you like shirts lately?" Jack asked him exasperated. The Doctor just smiled at him playfully as he rushed to the door, but didn't leave without Jack beside him. Jack caught up to him easily and took the Doctor's hand as together they went up to the kitchen, sitting down to eat. A few minutes later Ianto entered with the girl and a cup of coffee for Jack.

"Sit," Jack told her pleasantly. He motioned to one of the chairs at the table as he helped Martha make oatmeal for the group.

"Thank you." She sat down in the chair across from the Doctor. He smiled at her briefly as he waited impatiently for his breakfast.

"You know it might make things easier if we at least had something we could call you," Martha told her as she handed her a bowl of oatmeal. She placed a second one in front of the Doctor, who frowned at it unhappy with her offering. He immediately tried to push it to the floor. Jack grabbed his hand to stop him. He then took the spoon, taking a bite to show the Doctor the food was good. He placed the spoon back in the bowl and then swallowed. The Doctor smiled happily at him as he got another big spoonful, offering it once again for Jack to eat.

"No, you eat it," Martha told him. He made a face at her but listened placing the spoon in his mouth. Martha watched as he chewed slowly before she turned back to the girl. "So what can we call you?"

"Call me Sky," She responded.