-Four years prior-
For the next two weeks, Jack remained cold to the Doctor. Though he joined Martha every morning in the cell, he didn't say anything to him choosing to stand in the doorway while Martha checked on the Time Lord. The Doctor remained passive, the cravings for the drug remained but they were getting easier for him to handle. It was obvious that he was also slipping into a deep depression due to being stuck on Earth with no TARDIS and what he felt was no hope. Martha wanted to put him on anti-depressants but by doing so it would reveal that they did in fact have access to the TARDIS and it hadn't been taken by the Master as the Doctor currently thought.
"You are doing well even if your vitals remain a little off. If nothing changes in the next week or so, I will have to take you up to the autopsy room to examine you further. In the meantime, continue to rest and I will be back this evening to check on you again," Martha told him.
"Nothing to do but rest," the Doctor complained half-heartedly. Even if he was tired of resting there really was nothing he could do. He couldn't concentrate on books, there was no telly in the room, he had no sonic, bits of metal or anything else to do with his hands. He didn't even have a computer, tablet or a piece of paper to doodle or write on. They kept saying that he wasn't their prisoner but moments like this made him think otherwise.
"I know but soon you will feel better and be back on your feet," Martha tried to reassure him. He rolled his eyes at her and she stood up picking up her doctor's bag in the process. She headed out of the door and Jack started to close it behind her.
"Jack," the Doctor spoke up before the door could close completely.
"Yes, Doctor?" Jack wondered.
"Can I please have a shower?" Jack sighed as he looked at his watch acting as if it were an inconvenience to him to take the Doctor up to the shower. In reality, he had nothing to do at the moment. His team had already been briefed for the day and the rift was quiet. Even the weevils had stopped acting up for the moment so unless there was suddenly an alien attack, Jack was free for the day. A part of him hoped silently for the alien attack as he forced a smile on to his face.
"Martha are you able to take him to the shower?" Jack questioned.
"I can wait," the Doctor whispered as he laid back down. He turned his back to them facing the wall. With the Doctor's back turned, Martha glared at Jack. Over the last two weeks, the Doctor had been forced to stay in the cell full time due to Jack's anger. While he had bathed, it had been in a bucket of water just washing his skin with a damp cloth.
*Take him to the shower,* Martha mouthed at Jack. Jack shook his head no.
*I'm busy,* Jack responded.
"Busy being an ass," Martha spoke out loud as she stormed off. Jack stood there a second with the door still open. He stared at the Time Lord curled up on his side. The depression he was feeling was clear to Jack but he couldn't bring himself to care as he closed the door locking it behind him. He went up the stairs finding Ianto and dragging him up to the greenhouse. He spent his day playing naked hide and seek while taking care of basic tasks around the hub. Anything to forget about the Time Lord down in the cells. The end of the day came too quickly, though, and sooner then he wanted he found himself alone in the hub again. He looked at the monitor to find that the Time Lord was still laying in the same position as he had been that morning. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Jack went up to the kitchen. He prepared a simple meal of sausage and eggs with toast and a cup of both coffee and tea. Grabbing a banana, he took the food to his office. From there he collected his chessboard before taking everything down to the cell.
"Hungry?" Jack asked as he entered the room.
"No," the Doctor answered softly without moving or looking up.
"Well, I brought you something to eat as well as a cup of tea. I also brought my chessboard in case you wanted to play a game or two," Jack informed him.
"Are you sure you want to play against me or did you want to go back to avoiding me and leave the board here so that I can play against myself?" the Doctor questioned him.
"I haven't been avoiding you," Jack lied and the Doctor made a rude noise with his mouth to show how much he believed him. "I am sorry that I have been busy and unable to spend every minute down here holding your hand. I have a little bit of free time now, though, so I thought that we could play while we eat dinner. But if you would rather lay here, I will just go upstairs and watch a film while you sulk."
Jack stormed out of the cell leaving the food behind. He locked the door going up the stairs and over to the CCTV. Flopping down in the chair he stared at the screen. He felt so angry at the Time Lord and he didn't know how to get rid of that anger. He tried but it flared every time he looked at the man. He felt a mixture of the old pain from being left behind to the new anger over what the Doctor let happen to his body at the hands of the Master. He wanted to tell the Doctor how much he hated the fact that the Doctor thought that pill was a solution for the child he was carrying only he couldn't because he knew that if he started yelling, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He would yell about everything that was bothering him and it wasn't fair to the Doctor to take all that anger out on him while the Doctor was trying so hard not to take his own pain out on everyone. Jack knew how hard it was to detox but he had been strangely quiet since his initial anger.
Taking a deep breath, Jack stood going back down the stairs carrying a small table. He took it into the cell, putting it down near the bed. He left briefly to grab a chair and took that into the cell as well. He picked up the tray with the food distributing it between them before reaching for the chessboard. He set the game up, choosing to take the white pieces. He made the first move then looked at the Doctor.
"It's your turn, Doc," Jack told him. The Doctor ignored him for a minute, then rolled over pulling himself to sit up. He barely looked at the chessboard as he moved a piece. Jack moved his next piece and the Doctor moved again seemingly randomly.
"Checkmate," the Doctor spoke after a minimum amount of moves. He laid back down as Jack stared dumbfounded at the board. The Doctor wasn't even paying attention and he still beat him. He quickly got over the shock and reset the board. He turned it around so that the Doctor could go first. Picking up his fork he took a bite of his food as he waited for the Doctor to move. He took a drink of his coffee as it became clear that the Doctor wasn't going to move again.
"You should drink your tea before it goes cold," Jack tried. The Doctor took a deep breath as he tried to decide if he cared. He was thirsty and he knew he should eat even if the smell of the food was making him nauseous. Still, he needed to eat not only for his own body but for the child that was growing inside of him. Despite the odds, the child had managed to hang on and he knew that the baby was still thriving. He worried about it as he wondered what were going to be the long term effects due to the drugs that had raced through his system, and the lack of nourishment he had allowed himself that last few weeks or by the Master for even longer.
"Seven moves," the Doctor told Jack as he pulled himself to sit again. He picked up his tea taking a sip of the hot liquid. He made a face as he tasted next to no sugar in the cup.
"You haven't even moved your pieces yet," Jack informed him. The Doctor lifted an eyebrow at Jack as he moved his first piece. Jack thought he had the Doctor when he took his queen early on but sure enough, he was in checkmate within seven moves. They played again and while they played the Doctor ate his toast ignoring the rest of the food. Seeing this, Jack ate the rest of the food as they made it through several games. When they were done eating, and the Doctor had beaten him yet again, Jack laid his king down in defeat. "Do you still want a shower?"
"Yes," the Doctor answered softly trying not to get his hopes up that Jack would let him out of the cell.
"Come on." Jack got to his feet. The Doctor stood as well. He held his arms out for handcuffs but Jack ignored him as he turned his back as he led up him up the stairs and into the hub. He made sure the Doctor didn't touch any of the computers as he took the Doctor into the showers. The Doctor stripped out of his clothes stepping into the water. As he did, Jack noticed that the Doctor's abdomen was slightly bulged despite the fact that he had barely ate over the last couple of weeks. He opened his mouth to ask the Doctor about it but closed it again as he heard the water start. He waited while the Doctor showered, taking his time as he enjoyed the hot water against his body. He took as long as he could showering washing his hair and body thoroughly and making him feel more alive again. Finishing, he stepped out into the cool air of the hub. Even if the cold didn't normal affect him he still shuddered slightly at the difference in the air temperature. He also felt exposed by the fact that he didn't have a towel and Jack was staring at him. He moved a hand to cover his groin.
"Can I have a towel?" the Doctor asked hopefully.
"Are you still pregnant?" Jack wondered in return. The Doctor nodded. "But I saw you take the pill to end it."
"I never actually took the pill. I palmed it and then flushed it down the loo," the Doctor admitted. Jack saw another shudder go through the Doctor and he turned to get the Doctor a towel. He handed it to the Time Lord who took it gratefully. He dried his hair the best he could and then dried the water off the rest of his body. He reached for his clothes but Jack stopped him. Instead, he wrapped the towel around his waist holding it there as Jack took his arm forcing the Doctor to follow him down to the autopsy room. The Doctor didn't fight as he climbed up on the bed, laying back as Jack pulled the portable ultrasound over. Jack gave him no warning as he squirted the cool gel on his skin. He picked up the wand moving it to the spot where Martha had found the baby the last time.
"Why did you lie to me?" Jack questioned him softly as he stared at the screen. The baby was thriving and had continued to grow despite the Doctor going through withdrawal.
"I was angry and I wanted you to hurt as much as I was but I couldn't do it. I couldn't take the life of another innocent child even knowing that they may leave a difficult life thanks to the drugs I was taking," the Doctor answered. Jack looked at him but it was the Doctor's turn to stare down and refuse to meet his eyes. Jack set the wand down and wiped the gel off the Doctor's stomach as he spoke again.
"So, have you decided what you are going to do once the baby is born?" The Doctor shook his head no.
"It's not like I can leave the cell anyway," the Doctor grumbled.
"You'll be able to leave permanently as soon as I know that you are no longer a danger to yourself or to my team. Until then, I am going to keep you in the cells where I can keep an eye on you," Jack replied.
"How long is that?"
"That is up to you," Jack answered. He helped the Doctor up off the table and rather than taking him directly back to the cells took him to get dressed first. They didn't have his suit but an array of clothing that Ianto had bought for him. While the clothing would fit, it wasn't what he would choose for himself. Still, with the TARDIS gone he was going to have to get used to wearing clothes found on Earth again. Reluctantly, he picked out black pants and blue shirt to wear tomorrow. For now, he dressed in a pair of pajamas that were a light grey color. He dressed in them and then went with Jack back down to the cells.
"Can I keep the chessboard?" the Doctor wondered.
"For now," Jack agreed.
"Good night, Jack," the Doctor spoke as he took a seat at the table.
"Night," Jack responded leaving him alone once more in the cells.