Jack kept one eye on the CCTV as he moved around the hub that night working. The Doctor sat for a couple of hours eating the banana slowly as he moved the pieces around the board. Even though he loved bananas, he only managed to eat about half it before nausea set in again causing him to put the rest aside. Jack went up to the kitchen looking through the cupboards for something that would be easy on his stomach. They were low on groceries and he didn't want to go out and leave the Doctor alone in the hub. Even if he was still angry at the Time Lord, he knew that he would never forgive himself if the Doctor had a medical emergency while he was trapped in the cells and no one was there to help him. He sent a quick message to Ianto to stop off at the store before work then went over to the toaster. He made the Doctor a few more pieces of toast and a cup of tea with three sugars taking it down to him.

"I brought you more toast and tea," Jack announced through the glass door. The Doctor stared down at the chessboard ignoring him for a second before he plastered a small smile on his face. He stood going over to him as Jack moved the panel passing the items through.

"Thank you," the Doctor told him overly politely. Jack narrowed his eyes in suspicion at the Doctor's sudden turn around from pouting to being polite.

"What are you up to?" Jack asked.

"Nothing," the Doctor answered going back to his seat. Jack didn't believe him but he couldn't prove the Doctor was lying as he headed up the stairs again. He went over to the CCTV pulling it up on a separate screen. He watched the film for the last few hours looking for anything suspicious. He didn't find anything except for the Doctor sitting at the table moving the chess pieces slowly around the board. It was possible that he was just trying to be compliant in order to get out of the cell but Jack couldn't be sure. He looked at the current feed finding the Doctor nibbling the toast as he stacked the chess pieces all on one side of the board. With a quick flip of his wrist, he knocked them all to the floor along with the board. The empty teacup smashed next followed by the rest of his toast. He then carefully tiptoed around the mess to lay on his bed leaving it all over the floor. Jack sighed. For the fourth time that night, he headed down to the Doctor's cell.

"Are you planning on cleaning that up?" Jack questioned him.

"No," the Doctor answered simply.

"Well, I'm not doing it for you," Jack told him.

"That's fine," the Doctor replied in the same tone. Irritated, Jack opened the cell door. He cleaned up the mess that the Doctor made and took it all out of the cell. He then removed the table and chair. The Doctor made no move to help him nor did he try to escape as Jack cleaned. Instead, he waited until Jack was finished cleaning and the door was closed again before acknowledging him again. "Can you turn out the light?"

"Of course. Sleep well, Doc." Jack made sure the light was off in the cells as he left the Doctor to sleep. The Doctor was still curled on his side sleeping peacefully by the time that others started arriving at the hub. Martha was first like normal with an unhappy Mickey at her side. Jack made his way over to her happy throwing his arms around her and hugging her tightly as he lifted her off her feet. Mickey grumbled about morning people and coffee as he made his way towards the break room not caring why Jack was so happy.

"He's still pregnant, Martha. He decided not to take the pill after all and just made it look like he did," Jack announced as he spun her slightly. She didn't hug him back as she waited for him to set her down again. He tried to ignore the concerned look on her face as she analyzed him. "He needs to eat but he is still very nauseous and having trouble keeping food down so I sent a message to Ianto to bring in foods that are easy on his stomach."

"I know you really want him to carry this baby to term but he is still detoxing from severe drug addiction. His body is weak and he could lose the baby at any time, if he hasn't already," Martha explained calmly.

"I didn't just take his word that he is still pregnant, Martha. I did an ultrasound last night after I figured it out. The baby is growing and while it seems a little smaller then I would expect, that could just be from genetics. I took a video of the ultrasound so that you can review it and draw your own conclusions," Jack answered. Martha nodded slowly. She knew Jack wasn't ignorant and wasn't sure why he was ignoring the fact that the baby didn't seem to be growing properly. She decided not to comment until she refused the footage for herself. Going over to the CCTV, she saw that the Doctor seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He was curled tightly into himself and she looked at the temperature in the cell. It wasn't cold by any means but he still seemed to need a blanket.

"I am going to take a blanket down to him and then go to my office for a few hours to work on his file unless something else came up overnight," Martha informed Jack.

"No, the rift is still quiet. We can use today to catch up on paperwork and other things that need to be done in the hub. Once Ianto gets here, I am going to help him put the groceries away then go up to my office to work for a few hours," Jack answered.

"By work you really mean you plan on bending him over your desk," Mickey grumbled coming back into the room with his coffee in hand.

"You're welcome to join us," Jack offered.

"Maybe another time," Mickey responded.

"I'll hold you to that," Jack flirted with a wink. Mickey rolled his eyes making his way over to his desk. Martha chuckled going behind him and giving him a quick kiss on the head before making her way to the autopsy room. She took a blanket out of the cupboard taking it down to the sleeping Time Lord. She knew Jack was watching from above as she let herself into the cell making her way quietly over to the sleeping man. She was gentle as she covered him up to his shoulders. He sighed in his sleep snuggling under the blanket. Leaning down she lowered her voice so that Jack couldn't hear her as she spoke.

"He loves you and it is going to break his heart if you lose this baby. I will do everything possible to help you keep it if that is what you want, but you have to fight as well, Doctor," Martha breathed.

"I'm trying," the Doctor whispered without opening his eyes.

"So we can have an actual conversation later when you are awake?" Martha wondered.

"Maybe if you let me sleep," the Doctor answered cheekily. He opened one eye to look at Martha as he let a small smile cross his face. Martha smiled back standing as he buried his head beneath the blanket. Things seemed to be changing for the better around the hub and she hoped silently that it would continue as she made her way up the stairs to review his ultrasound.