It had been two weeks since the second incident and Jack was losing all hope with the Time Lord. His bruised arm ached constantly from the Doctor's grip. Many of the bruises on Jack's arm were deep black from the Doctor going into terrors while he held Jack's arm and slamming it in to random objects. The Doctor stopped eating and he refused to drink anything even if he watched Martha or Jack make it. On more than one occasion he had to be restrained to the bed with an IV in his arm as he became dehydrated from lack of nutrition. He refused to speak more than a half dozen words and only slept when his body gave out. So as the Doctor sat quietly in the chair behind him, Jack called Flat Holm Island. He didn't want to take the Doctor there but he received conformation that they could handle someone new and would begin to prepare a room. He made arrangements to transfer the Doctor there in three days time if he didn't show any improvement. In the short term he knew it would hurt the Doctor more, but he hoped in the long term they would be able to do more for him since he was failing him so badly.

After the transfer, Jack planned to head straight to the base that had held the Doctor. He no longer cared whether or not it would affect the future. He was going to bring the place down. The previous week Jack had finally received a letter back from the base that Sky and Charles worked for. *We want them back.* That was all it said. No threat, no time frame and no clues. Jack of course was not about to comply with the letter. They could have Charles body back, if they really wanted it. He would happily give them Sky as well when she finally passed away as she was on the verge of joining Charles. Her leg had become infected after Jack refused to let Martha treat it right away. It was only after Ianto asked Jack to save her that Sky had been moved to the second cell and Martha allowed to try to save her life. As it was now, Martha had informed him that Sky was more then likely going to lose her leg from the knee down as she was failing to respond to the antibiotics. He sat down the paperwork work he had been trying to work on before standing up.

"I'm hungry. Come on let's get you some dinner," He told the Doctor knowing the Time Lord wouldn't eat. He took him to the kitchen making himself and the Doctor a peanut butter and banana sandwich. He set the sandwich down in front of the Doctor but he just stared at it as Jack devoured his own dinner. The Doctor seemed even more distracted then usual that night. Jack took that as a bad sign that he was going to have an early night in the cells. He sighed waiting for the Doctor to panic as the two of them continued on their normal routine.

As the night went on Jack watched the Time Lord pacing the room as he watched the telly. Glancing down at his watch he noted that he had been wrong about the Doctor. If the Doctor continued on the same path then he had about another half hour before he would need to go to the cell. Then and only then would Jack be able to have some time to himself. Jack watched in amazement, though, as rather then getting more violent the Doctor instead started to calm down. He curled up on the couch next to Jack resting his head on his shoulder. Jack cautiously wrapped his arm around him holding him close. After a few minutes he realized the Doctor had fallen asleep

"Well this is new" Jack whispered to himself. In truth he realized he felt a little irritated. He was trying to get paperwork in order so that it would be an easier transfer to Flat Holm, but now with the Doctor breaking routine, he didn't know what to expect. Jack didn't sleep that night as he sat cautiously holding the Doctor as he waited for him to wake afraid and in a fit. The Doctor, though, slept peacefully until around five in the morning when the Doctor woke up. He smiled at Jack as he stretched.

"Tea" he asked Jack hopefully. Jack nodded as he stood up. There was something different in the Doctor's eyes, a light that hadn't been there before. He hoped it remained in two days time as he really didn't want to have to send the Doctor away.

-DW-

His dreams had become even more confusing. Two Mickey's were black leather coats were standing in front of metal men. Both of them were holding large guns as they tried to protect them. He saw Rose flying away from him as he screamed, knowing that if she made it to the void she would be lost to him forever. Martha was being held at gun point as she was pulled away from him as two people kept apologizing for taking her. He laughed with Jack sitting at a table before an earthquake that rocked the TARDIS. Regardless of the dream Charles was always standing there watching him. Laughing at him as friends disappeared. He was afraid to be away from Jack for even a moment. Jack had promised him that Charles wouldn't hurt him again but Jack couldn't protect him if he wasn't there so he always made sure that Jack stayed close.

At the moment, he was sitting in Jack's office with the telly on. He wasn't watching it as he kept his eyes closed tightly while Jack was working. Jack was on the phone talking to somebody, but he tuned him out to listen to the TARDIS instead. The TARDIS was singing to him again as he listened to her. That was when he suddenly realized that there were words in her melody. Curious, he opened his mind further to her as he tried to understand. She cautiously entered his mind her song uplifting him further even if her song was filled with sorrow. Gently the TARDIS caressed his mind showing him images in his head. Eagerly he accepted the information and as her singing continued memories flooded him. He saw himself in eleven different bodies with many different people who he had considered friends, family, or just companions. Their names became known to him as the dreams mixed with the nightmares all of them becoming a part of his memories. Some of his own memories which had remained locked away from him began to join her memories causing his mind to feel more alive then it had in months. He opened his eyes and for the first time in awhile, he could see the timelines dancing in front of him, bright lights arching through the air. Jack was a bright white light sitting in the middle of it all as the other lights bounced off of him. The impossibleness that was Jack burned his senses. It intrigued him but at the same time it made him feel safe.

*Thank you* he thought to the TARDIS as she hummed at him in happiness that her thief was returning to her. She had waited patiently for him to realize she was still there waiting for him. Waiting for him to be ready to open his mind again, so she could show her thief the things he had lost. Her song turned from sorrow to happiness as he welcomed her back. She could help him now that he was ready. That night as the terror the darkness held nudged his mind and the restlessness grew, he heard the TARDIS's song more clearly. He let his fears flow into her as she cradled him in her warmth, telling him that it would be alright. He curled up next to Jack as he listened to her telling him he was safe. He believed her as he gently let her song lull him to sleep.