Jack hung up the phone with Donna. He had called her after the Doctor had spent all afternoon hiding in the upstairs room. He didn't know who else to turn to so he turned to the one person who had been with the Doctor. She had told him about the library, at least what she knew but it was the planet Midnight that was bothering the Doctor still. Jack was stunned to hear that the people had tried to throw the Doctor off the bus. Pregnant or not, he wanted to go to Midnight and throw them off the bus. He could understand the Doctor was spooked but hiding from his family wasn't going to help.
Jack cooked an early dinner of chips and chicken. He sent Jenny to the bakery nearby for a banana banoffee pie for the Doctor to eat and a cherry pie for them. He was willing to give the Doctor a fork and let him eat the entire pie if it meant he would come out of the room. Jenny set the table, while he finished cooking. She offered to go get the Doctor but Jack told her to have a seat. He would get him when dinner was ready. He made sure to have the plates set at the table, with a hot cuppa for the Doctor before heading up the stairs.
"Doctor, it's time to eat," Jack called through the door, not bothering to knock.
"I'm not hungry," The Doctor replied.
"Yes you are. You haven't eaten all day. Donna told me what happened and hiding up here is not what you need. You need to come down and spend some time with your family. Jenny and I miss you. I have made chips for dinner. There is also a banana banoffee pie, just for you," Jack told him, trying to tempt him out of the room. He heard footsteps approach the door but then stop. He waited a moment but the door didn't open.
"What if it's not gone," The Doctor asked quietly.
"The TARDIS said it is gone. You still trust the TARDIS don't you?" Jack questioned him.
"Yes," The Doctor sounded indignant.
"Then come out and eat," Jack told him again. He heard the sonic buzz and a moment later the door opened. The Doctor looked terrible, he looked lost. Jack could see it in his eyes and the way he held himself. His normally fixed hair was messed up from him running his fingers through it and his clothes were wrinkled with his shirt untucked. Jack hugged him and the Doctor hugged Jack back as though his life depended on it. "See isn't this better then being cooped up alone?"
"Yeah," The Doctor agreed. He followed Jack down the stairs. He hesitated slightly before taking his place at the table. The smell of the chips though reminded him how hungry he was. He finished off all of his chips and then ate half of the banana banoffee pie. During the dinner, Jack talked about his work with Torchwood while Jenny kept trying to interrupt to hear about the Doctor's recent adventures. The Doctor was happy that Jack wasn't letting her. He didn't want to talk about the bus trip or River. He was going to have to though, the look Jack kept giving him made that obvious.
"Jenny can you give me and your father a moment?" Jack asked Jenny as he cleared the table.
"But.." She began.
"Please Jenny," The Doctor asked.
"Fine," She agreed unhappily and left the room. Jack went and made the Doctor a fresh cup of tea. Setting it in front of the Doctor he sat beside the Doctor and took his hand.
"Talk," Jack told him. The Doctor sighed. He didn't want to but once he started talking, he couldn't stop. He told Jack all about River Song and the midnight bus. Hearing how scared the Doctor was from his own point of view made Jack even angrier at the people who had tried to kill him. The Doctor was a good man and the way the people had turned against him was sickening. He especially didn't like the woman called Val. He wanted to talk to her personally and let her know just what he thought.
"Is there a lot of people like that?" Jenny asked coming back into the room. The look on her face said that she had heard it all.
"No, they were scared. It was easier for them to single out me then accept a creature was manipulating them," The Doctor motioned for her to come closer. She did and he gave her a hug. "I will take you out soon and show you there is a lot of good in the universe," he promised. Though at the moment he didn't feel that way.
"How about a movie to cheer us up?" Jack suggested as Jenny clung to the Doctor almost as tightly as he was holding her. The Doctor nodded and the three of them moved to the couch. Jack snuggled with the Doctor as Jenny sat beside him. They watched a comedy, but none of them were paying much attention. Jack was busy thinking about how to cheer up the Doctor, the Doctor was still worried the entity would come back and Jenny was worried about her father. In the end they turned it off about half way through and headed to bed.
"I am going to kill them," Jack spat. The Doctor had just taken off his shirt and for the first time, Jack saw the bruises that had been left on his body.
"No Jack. It's over," The Doctor told him softly.
"It doesn't change the fact they tried to kill you." He walked over and stopped the Doctor from putting his shirt on. The Doctor looked at him. The Doctor felt exposed as Jack carefully fingered the bruises. "They hurt you."
"They were afraid," The Doctor tried to defend them again.
"Doesn't matter," Jack said. He felt the Doctor's hand on his stomach and looked down at it.
"You need to keep our son safe. Just let it go Jack," The Doctor pleaded.
"For now," Jack agreed. The Doctor sighed. He knew Jack wouldn't forget what happened to him. He just didn't want Jack to take revenge on the people. He hadn't forgave them but he needed to move on. It was how he kept going. He moved his hand and then crawled into bed. Jack followed him shortly after. He cuddled Jack close waiting for him to fall asleep before moving his hand to Jack's stomach again. He closed his eyes, not to sleep but to try to feel his child move. He didn't dare try to connect to him mentally yet. His own mind felt to scrambled and he was going to have to have the TARDIS help him clear his mind, before connecting with the baby's forming mind. His son was to little to yet and after a little while the Doctor gave up. He left his hand on Jack's stomach as he allowed the exhaustion to wash over him. He just hoped that his sleep would be dreamless.