Jack set an IV for the Doctor but beyond that he wasn't sure how to help the hurting Time Lord. He knew little about his biology except that his body temperature was lower than a human's and that he had two hearts. He also knew that he was a touch telepath but he wasn't sure how that would help him treat the Doctor. The Time Lord had always been secretive about his own medical needs and Jack didn't know what medicine he was allergic to and he didn't want to accidentally kill him while trying to help him. He heard a click and looked over to see a drawer beside the bed open. Inside of it was a prefilled syringe of medicine. He reached for it, stroking the TARDIS wall as he did.
"I knew I could count on you to help him, sweetheart," he flirted with her. The TARDIS hummed through him and he smiled as he turned to the Doctor. "Now the question is do I give this to him through the IV or does it go into a muscle?" He felt a nudging to look at the monitor and saw her displaying information. He read it over then carefully inserted the medication into the IV. Now all he could do was wait for the medication to work. He monitored the Doctor directly for a little while but soon grew bored of standing there and watching the Doctor sleep. He moved around the medi-bay snooping but there was nothing of interest in the room that he hadn't already explored during his first stay on the TARDIS.
The room was too quiet beyond the gentle hum of the TARDIS and the steady breathing of the Doctor as he slept. He was alone with his thoughts and the quiet was making him tired. He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he continued to move around the medi-bay just trying to wake up a little. It wasn't working and he found himself yawning again. He looked at the second bed that was in the room. A few hours of sleep wouldn't hurt and he would be in the same room as the hurting Time Lord in case he was needed. His mind made up, he went over to the second bed climbing up on it. It seemed as if he had just closed his eyes when he was awoken.
"Rose, no Rose come back," the Doctor cried out in his sleep. Jack got quickly out of bed going over to him.
"Shhh, it's alright," Jack cooed softly running his fingers through the Doctor's hair. The Doctor calmed at his touch settling back down into a deeper sleep. Turning away Jack started back to his own bed.
"No, please," the Doctor whimpered. Jack sighed. He returned to the Doctor's side. It was on the third time that he tried to walk away that he gave up.
"I hope you don't hate me in the morning, Doc," Jack whispered as he climbed up on the bed with the Time Lord. He pulled the Doctor carefully into his arms, being careful not to snag the IV as he cuddled him close. The Doctor didn't stir again as he was held allowing Jack to drift off once more as he
provided the comfort the Time Lord needed to sleep.
The Doctor woke feeling arms wrapped around him. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that despite his dreams Rose hadn't returned to him. For one, he could sense the wrongness that was Jack surrounding him. For another, there was a certain appendage that was currently pressing again his clothed bottom that he was sure Rose didn't have. At least he was fairly sure as they had never slept together in that way since Kiam's conception. He missed her so much still and he wished he could have made things right before she was taken from him. Now Kiam was going to grow up without his mother, that is if he even survived at all. He couldn't help the tears that started to fall and he sniffled.
"It's going to be alright," Jack spoke up automatically trying to comfort the ailing Doctor not realizing that he had finally woke up.
"No, it's not because she's gone and I tried to bring her back but I was always too late. The cracks were almost closed by the time I found them and I was only able to tell her goodbye," the Doctor sobbed. He felt Jack pull him a little closer and the gentle caress of Jack's fingers running through his hair.
"I know you loved her, Doc. That was obvious to me the first time I saw you together. I had never transported anyone before who failed to notice but you two only had eyes for each other and even back then I knew I would never get the dance I hoped for. Only, you know as well as I do that our lives are long and theirs are fleeting. I will do everything that I can to help you find her but if she is truly gone, then the only thing we can do is cherish the memories we were able to make. Then we learn to move on again because she wouldn't want you to hurt yourself in this way. She would want you out running among the stars just like you used to," Jack told him softly.
"I know and I am trying to Jack but everything I do reminds me of her. I can hardly even bring myself to visit our child because he reminds me of just what I lost," the Doctor responded. Jack's fingers paused briefly at the mention of a child but he quickly recovered.
"You have a child together?" Jack questioned.
"We do. His name is Kiam but he is so sick, Jack that I don't know if he is going to make it and I can't bear to lose him as well," the Doctor admitted.
"If he is sick, he needs you to be there for him, Doctor, regardless of how hard it is. If it would make things easier, I can go with you to visit him," Jack informed the Doctor. He couldn't help feeling curious about the child especially because he didn't think the Doctor was a sexual man. He wanted to see the child for himself and prove that it was real.
"I would like that," the Doctor agreed to start to move to stand up. Jack moved his hand firmly to the Doctor's shoulder.
"I know I said he needs you but you need to rest first. Your body is still healing from your collapse and the last thing you need is to cause yourself more harm. Rest and once you are feeling better you can take me to see your son," Jack informed him. The Doctor nodded. He didn't need to Jack to tell him he needed to rest as he could feel his body was weak and his right heart was strained. It wouldn't hurt him to rest for a while longer then he would take the Captian to see his son. He let his eyes close again and once more his final thought was of Rose as he drifted back to sleep.
