The Doctor was still cuddling with Emily when Jack finished making their supper. He made a thick stew with potatoes, carrots, and lamb as the main meat. He could have left it alone to reduce while sitting with the Doctor and Emily in the living but truthfully he didn't want to. He didn't want to sit with the Time Lord and hear him make promises to the little girl that he would never keep. He was bound to run away and break the child's heart because that was who he was. He was the lonely god and it was his own damn fault this time. He could have had a life and a family with Jack and Emily but instead, he chose to chase a man who should have been dead. Getting into the cupboard, Jack pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He poured two large glasses taking one of them out to the living room. He set it down on the table in front of the Doctor not saying a word as he turned to head back into the kitchen.
"Can I have some?" Emily asked.
"Not of your daddy's drink but I can get you a cup of juice," Jack informed her.
"I want apple juice," Emily stated.
"We don't have any. How about a glass of orange juice instead?" Jack offered.
"I want apple," Emily demanded.
"Is that how we ask for things?" Jack questioned her calmly. Emily took a deep breath huffing at him rather than answering. "Do you need a moment in your chair to think about the correct way to behave?"
"No," Emily responded with a snip in her tone.
"Come on," Jack told her. He lifted her off the Doctor's lap and she burst into tears. Jack didn't give in to her tears as he sat her down in a small wooden chair. She continued to cry but she didn't try to stand as Jack took a seat next to her. "I know you want apple juice but we don't currently have any. Maybe later, if you are good, we can go to the store to get some but crying and demanding apple juice isn't going to get you any. You can have orange juice or water after you finish calming down but being snippy isn't going to get you what you want from either me or your daddy. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Emily sobbed. Jack waited quietly for two minutes until her punishment was over. He then took her into his arms hugging her tightly.
"I love you and I know things have been confusing but your daddy and I are both here now. So have a cuddle with your daddy while I finish making supper then later we can read a story together before bedtime," Jack told her. He kissed her on the side of the head as she clung to him still sobbing softly. He rocked her softly in his arms kissing her one more time before going over to where the Doctor was still sitting. The Time Lord held out his arms for his little girl as Jack approached and she willingly went to him. He wrapped her tightly in his arms and she clung to him. Her movie was still playing but she ignored it for now as she looked for sympathy from her daddy.
"Would you like a cup of orange juice?" the Doctor asked her softly.
"Yeah," Emily answered her voice almost a whisper.
Jack went to the kitchen and got her juice. He gave it to her before going back to the kitchen. He stirred the stew and then just to avoid talking to the Doctor he continued to stir it slowly. When their supper was finished he dished it into three bowls and taking it out to the living room. The whiskey followed freely and they finished off one bottle and started on a second. Yet, they ate their meals in silence as they finished watching Tangled then watched the Lion King followed by Meet the Robinsons. By the time the last movie was over Emily was practically asleep in the Doctor's arms. He wasn't there normally, though, so she still went willingly to Jack to help her get ready for bed. Jack took her upstairs changing her into her pajamas and telling her a story as they cuddled. Once she was asleep Jack thought of going to his own room but instead forced himself to head back down the stairs to where the Doctor was waiting. Only the new bottle of whiskey that was sitting by his full cup gave any indication that he had moved at all.
The Doctor stared down at the ground. This is why he didn't like coming here. It wasn't that he didn't want to see the daughter that he didn't want but continued to carry anyway. He hadn't planned to be a part of her life only he didn't seem to be able to stay away. He cared deeply for her, hopefully even loved her even if he was never sure. He still told her he loved her and would never let her know the doubt he felt. It was Jack who made him feel as if he wanted to run away and never come back. Jack who made him feel guilty for not seeing his daughter then made him feel as if he was intruding in their lives. Yet, Jack could still make him feel loved and wanted even if he felt as Jack hated him at the same time. The feelings confused him, making his head hurt even as he drank the alcohol to try to drown the pain.
"She's asleep," Jack informed the Doctor. He flopped down in his chair picking up the bottle of whiskey in the process. He took a large drink of it as the Doctor continued to stare down. He wanted to tell Jack that it would be better if he just left. If he went back to Torchwood got on his TARDIS and allowed Jack to take his daughter from him. He already had allowed Jack to raise her, giving her the life he never could he didn't think it would be that hard to walk away forever. Only the thought of losing another child broke his hearts and he knew that if he did lose her he would end up regenerating from the pain.
"Do you want to discuss the Master now?" the Doctor wondered softly.
"I think we have both had way too much to drink to think about ruining the evening that way. What do you say we go upstairs to my room instead and I will drill you into the mattress before we go to sleep," Jack counter-offered. The Doctor nodded slowly. He finished off his cup of whiskey and then followed Jack up the stairs to his room. Jack brought the bottle of alcohol with him and he set it down on his nightstand as the Doctor crawled up on the bed. He took off his converse but otherwise remained fully dressed as he crawled beneath the blankets. Jack turned out the lights before joining him a moment later wearing his pajamas. He pulled the Doctor to him, cuddling him from behind as he unbuckled the Time Lord's belt and pulled his trousers and pants to just below his arse. The Doctor allowed himself to be rolled onto his stomach and Jack straddled him. Jack didn't bother to prep his body just added lube to his own member before slowly starting to push inside the Doctor.
The Doctor gripped the pillow holding it tightly at the burning stretch. He didn't tell Jack to stop even as the pain overrode the pleasure for a brief moment. Then Jack was fully inside him, filling him and covering him with his body. Jack thrust softly as he helped the Doctor to remove his jacket and the Doctor unbuttoned and removed his overshirt. Jack leaned down kissing his neck and nipping his ear as their bodies moved as one. Tears sprung to the Doctor's eyes as he could once more feel the loving coldness Jack learned to show him. They could make love but always in a dark room and never face to face or completely naked. In the morning, their would be no acknowledgment of what happened as they once more went on living their separate lives.
The Doctor grunted as his body moved along the bed providing a little friction alongside the feeling of Jack pushing against his prostate. He gripped the pillow tighter biting down on it as he felt himself fall over the edge spilling himself onto the mattress. Jack moved slowly as his body tensed then thrust faster and harder before filling the Doctor with his own release. He pulled out slowly then collapsed to his side of the bed breathing hard. The Doctor reached down, pulled up his trousers and slid the belt out throwing it on the ground where his jacket lay.
"Night, Doc," Jack panted as he turned his back to the Time Lord.
"Night," the Doctor whispered back. His body was sore from their joining but he felt as lonely as ever and he wanted more then anything for Jack to hold him as they drifted off to sleep. Instead, he curled into himself closing his eyes as he waited for morning to come.