Jack woke up with the Doctor's cool breath against his neck as he slept soundly in his arms. Normally the feeling was comforting to him but his head was pounding and he felt like he had swallowed an entire bag of cotton. He tried to remember how much he had drank last night except it was all a blur. He briefly recalled starting on a bottle of whiskey yet he had no idea what number the bottle was. He also thought the Doctor had threatened to castrate him. He wasn't entirely sure about that as the next thing he remembered was waking up on the floor and he didn't know how he had gotten there or why the Doctor had left him to sleep there. The more he thought about it, though, the more his head pounded. He briefly considered waking up the Doctor to make him a strong cup of coffee laced with hangover cure. As sick as he felt, he pushed the thought aside. It wasn't fair to wake his sleeping pregnant husband because he had been stupid last night.

Reluctantly, Jack crawled out of bed forfeiting the comfort of the Doctor's arms. The Doctor didn't stir as Jack tucked the blankets back around him. Stumbling to the loo, he realized that he was still fully dressed from the night before. He took a moment to straighten his clothes before heading down the stairs. Looking out into the living room, he saw Martha sitting reading a book. Mickey was sleeping soundly on the couch as Imogen and Keisha sat on the floor watching cartoons. In front of each of them was a plate of toast but Jack wasn't surprised to see that Imogen was ignoring her plate in favor of snacking on a banana.

"Papa," She exclaimed happily running over to wrap her arms around him.

"Shh, little one. Papa has a headache," Jack advised her softly. He didn't pick her up instead choosing to just place a hand on her back. She didn't seem to care as she quickly returned to her cartoons.

"Maybe if you hadn't bothered to drink so much last night you wouldn't have that issue," Martha responded not bothering to keep her voice down. Jack visibly winced but Martha didn't feel sorry for him. She had spent half the night taking care of her sick husband and trying to wrangle her drunk family into a bed on the TARDIS. She thought briefly about leaving them to sleep on the living room floor but decided against it as she knew her father's back would hurt in the morning and Ianto's leg needed to be propped up still at night.

"I know," Jack sighed. He knew that he had made a mistake drinking so much last night and he really didn't want to hear her lecture him. Especially, not with how badly his head was pounding. He turned and left the living room going through his office to get on the TARDIS. Walking the familiar path to the medi-bay, he was thankful that at least the TARDIS was taking pity on him and had moved it closer to the control him. Getting into the cupboard he pulled out the few medications to make the hangover cure. He mixed one extra strong for himself followed by enough for everyone else to have a regular dose. By the time that he made it back to the kitchen, Martha already had several cups of coffee ready and waiting. She helped him to mix the cures into the drinks while he made a cup of tea for the Doctor. Taking their drinks upstairs he found the Doctor hadn't moved in his absence.

"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up," Jack cooed. The Doctor didn't respond as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Concerned, Jack set the cups down on the bedside table. Reaching out, he brushed the hair off the Doctor's forehead. "Come on, Doc. I have a nice cup of tea for you." Normally, that got a reaction. The Doctor, however, didn't even moan or try to hide his head from Jack. Worried now, Jack gave the Doctor a gentle shake. When the Doctor didn't stir this time Jack felt his heart sped up. Standing up, he rushed to the top of the stairs.

"Martha," he called down. He swore under his breath when Martha didn't answer. He didn't want to leave the Doctor but he knew that Martha had gone into the TARDIS to distribute the drinks to her family. Rushing back into his room, he scooped the unresponding Time Lord into his arms. He cuddled him close to his body, supporting his head against his shoulder. He felt a brief moment of relief as he felt the Doctor's breath against his skin. The Doctor was alive, yet he still wasn't waking. Taking the stairs as quickly as he dared, he hurried down them towards the medi-bay.

"Daddy?" Imogen questioned as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Daddy's just sleeping, baby. Go watch cartoons with Keisha," Jack told her. He tried to remain calm as he rushed onto the TARDIS. "Martha," He yelled as he rushed into the medi-bay.

"Auntie," He heard Imogen call behind him. He swore under his breath. He didn't want her to see Martha tending to the Doctor but he couldn't just send her away again. She wasn't stupid and knew something was wrong with her daddy.

"What happened?" Martha questioned as she came into the medi-bay after them. She had just given her parent's their coffee when the TARDIS alerted her that she was needed. She arrived to see Jack laying the Doctor's limp body down on the bed.

"I don't know, he's not waking up," Jack fretted.

"Did he have an IV last night while sleeping?" Martha questioned. She saw Jack's face fall as he pulled Imogen away from the bed. He held her in his arms turning her away from the Doctor.

"I don't remember if he had one when he went to bed. He didn't have one in the morning, though," Jack told her.

"Daddy," Imogen sobbed trying to get out of Jack's arms.

"Get her out of her, Jack," Martha demanded. Hating himself for being too drunk to look after the Doctor last night, he hurried out of the medi-bay. Asking the TARDIS for help, he allowed her to lead him to the kitchen. Francine was sitting in there drinking her coffee while she looked at a newspaper.

"Can you please watch her Francine? I need to get back to the Doctor," Jack begged. Francine reached out her arms and Imogen sobbed harder as she was pulled out of Jack's arms.

"What is the matter?" Francine asked as she tried to comfort her crying granddaughter.

"I don't know," Jack told her honestly. Knowing that Imogen was going to be looked after, he rushed back to the medi-bay. He found Martha setting up an IV for the Doctor, hooking the cannula into his arm. "Is he going to be alright?"

"His energy levels have fallen to the high forties. He will be fine once we get his potassium levels up. The TARDIS shows that both babies are fine but I will probably keep him in the medi-bay overnight to be sure," Martha informed him. He could hear the accusation in her voice that he hadn't noticed the Doctor's energy levels had fallen sooner. Nothing she could have said to him, though, would make him feel worse. His head was still pounding and his coffee was up in the room. He didn't move to get it as he sat down beside the Doctor's bed taking his hand. He wasn't going to leave his side until he was positive that him and the babies were alright. And at that moment he swore that he was never going to drink again.