Chapter number 8. No control, it's just the way it is.

Martha turned to face the door breaking out of Jack strong muscular arms that had been wrapped around her "Jack" Martha started turning back to face him.

"Yeah" Jack said fairly softly, his voice was full of sadness and his eyes were just as miserable.

"Please don't tell anyone I was here".

"Why not Martha, they can help you".

"No they can't, like I said before I belong to Sasha now. Just please don't tell them, I don't want them to worry about something they can't fix, ok".

"Ok, if that's what you really want".

"Thank you".

"but only if you promise me one thing".

"What's that?"

"If you ever leave here, don't run anymore, come home".

Martha just looked at him for a minute, 'home' the word rang through her head, if she went home all she'd have to do is face the truth she ran away from in the first place, it was going to hit here sooner or later, but she would rather not face it at all. But if she went home she wouldn't have to face it alone, she'd have Jack with her, the only reason she couldn't face the truth last time was because she didn't want to face it alone. "Jack, I can't leave, not even if I want to".

"Yeah I know, you told me. But if for some reason you do leave..."

"Ok, I'll come home then, but don't count on that happening" Martha agreed.

"Look I'd better get back out there ok" Jack told her trying to get away before he gave into his desire to hold her again.

"Ok" Martha answered holding back what tears she still had left until Jack had closed the door. A minute later Rose came in to find Martha in tears on the floor.

"Martha what happened?"

"I am such an idiot" Martha sobbed.

"No your not, and don't ever let me hear you say that again. Come on lets get you back upstairs and we'll see if you can do something in the kitchen so you won't have to come back down here".

"Ok" Martha sobbed, pulling herself back together before they made there way out the door and up the stairs.

The next few hours were a blur to both Martha and Jack, they both had each other on their minds. 'Why can't I just be with her. I love her, and she said she loves me, so why can't we just be happy?' the thoughts passed through his mind, running around faster and faster getting more frustrated and intense by the minute, he had no control over what he wanted, and he couldn't let go, not after seeing her again, not even though there was no way it could happen.

"Mate, you coming?" Tony asked putting a supportive hand on Jacks shoulder. The room around them was empty aside from the one or two servants that were packing up.

"Um, in a minute, don't wait for me, I'll catch up back home later, ok".

"Ok" Tony answered leaving through the front door.

Jack sighed and began to walk to the other side of the room and down the hall way to Sasha's office, knocking on the door impatiently.

"Yes can I help you?" Sasha asked opening the door, but before Jack could say anything she interrupted him, "look it's to late to be booking again, you need to come back tomorrow or make a phone call".

"No it's not about-"

"Well what is it then?"

"Um, it's about one of your workers".

"Oh, well there's a complaint box down the hall".

"No it's not a complaint, well it is but-"

"Like i said the complaint box is down the hall, you don't need to explain it to me" Sasha said quickly closing the door shut in front of Jack's face.

"I've really lost her for good this time haven't I" he whispered to himself.

Next time:

He can't be with the one he loves, so how will Jack deal when he's got no control?

Will Jack and Martha ever be reunited?