Jack awoke to bacon frying, flapjacks flipping and coffee brewing. He disentangled himself from the pink bedsheets and hastily piled them back on the bed as if he disdained touching the stuff. He meandered downstairs and the Doctor caught him at the bottom of the steps with a plate and a mug.

"Hullo!"
"GAAHAHH!" Jack yelled jumping back, reaching for his sword.

"Now there's no need for that. Here." He shoved Jack his breakfast balanced precariously atop the mug of coffee and strode off towards the sitting room, trailing that enormous scarf behind him.

"How is she Doctor?" Jack asked through a mouthful, having fully recovered from the shock and adapted to the breakfast situation.

"She'll pull through." The Doctor replied gravely in low tones. "This dressing needs to be changed often until it stops bleeding, and the ointment needs to be rubbed on it so the stitching will close. She needs a clean, quiet atmosphere to rest and heal. A week to ten days as I said before."

"Can we leave now?" Jack asked, taking a swig of coffee, and making a face. He peered into the mug strangely and sniffed it before emptying the contents of a hip flask into it.

"Onto a ship."

"Yes."
"A pirate ship."

"Uh, yesh."

"On the Ocean, in a filthy ship, rocking violently with raucous pirates gallivanting about."
Jack nodded, obviously not understanding what the Doctor was getting at.

"No. And if you so much as make reference to that insane suggestion again I do believe I shall feed your innards to the sharks. Hmm?" The Doctor grinned wildly again and chuckled, and Jack half-attempted a smile and a laugh to humor him.

"Well," Jack said after swallowing the last of his pancakes, "You wouldn't happen to have any more of these…" He indicated with his fork where the last flapjack had been and looked hopefully at the gent. "They're very good."

"Oh! Right, of course. Leela!"

Jack watched as the Doctor left the room, and casually poked his head around the corner to make sure he was really gone. The swinging doors clapped back and forth, and Jack dumped his plate and half-empty mug on the ground. He grabbed the roll of gauze, a glass bottle of something or other, and the jar of ointment and crammed them into his pocket. He scooped up the unconscious girl and heard voices from the kitchen.

"Yes, he said they were very good Jamie… Well you can make more can't you!"

Jack frantically looked about the room and spotted a slightly open window. He looked heavenwards as if to ask 'why me?' and with a nimble toe, threw the window open wide enough to step through and maneuver Tori without giving her a concussion on top of everything else.

Then he broke into a run.

another note: No one ever said the Doctor was THE Doctor….. anyway, I had to slip my namesake in there didn't I? Yes Alteng, I know Leela stayed on Galifrey (an Alien on Galifrey!) and K-9 stayed with her. That's where we get K-9 Mark II (I liked I better…..) but, I'm glad you caught my little allusion at least someone's paying attention. But this is not my Doctor Who story, and so we press onwards, back to POC…