Jack woke with a soft groan. He didn't think that he would be able to sleep again after his argument with the Time Lord yet now he rolled over, stretching as he tried to decide if he wanted to wake up. He opened his eyes a crack, not surprised when he didn't see the Doctor sleeping in the bed next to him right away. Moving the blankets slightly, he found the Doctor sleeping flat on his stomach with his body completely buried. He snuffled as the cooler air of the room hit his face and he tried to bury his face again. Jack moved the blankets allowing him to hide as he pulled himself out of bed. Going down the stairs, he pulled out his phone as he headed into the kitchen. He called into work letting them know that he would be working from home that day but was available to come in if they needed him.

"Is everything alright?" Gwen asked in concern as it was unusual for him to miss days of work unless Emily needed him.

"Everything is fine. I just need to talk to the Doctor so I figured we could spend the day together as a family rather than dragging him into Torchwood where he could get distracted by the vault or rift manipulator," Jack explained as he started his coffee. He told Gwen that he would look into the morning tasks and email her the information she needed for the meeting before releasing the call. He waited until the coffee was ready before disappearing into his office to read the rift information. The rift had spit out an artifact during the night but it would be an easy retrieval that Mickey could take care of. There was also a strange death that Gwen would need to look into but nothing that would require his help. He forwarded the information to Gwen then began to work on signing off the other's reports and making sure that the budget that was planned the day before was signed off on by Torchwood 2.

"Uncle Jack," Emily whined sleepily as she entered his office. He turned his chair holding out his arms to her and she came over to him. He picked her up cuddling her as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. "No daycare?"

"No, I thought we would play hooky again today so that you could spend time with your daddy and then he and I could talk," Jack explained.

"Daddy's still here?" Emily asked perking up slightly. Jack added the fact that she thought her daddy had left during the night and was fine with it, to his list of reasons to be mad at the Time Lord. He allowed himself to feel the anger for a moment before pushing it aside with a deep breath. They were trying, he reminded himself and starting off his morning angry at the man wasn't going to help anything.

"He is," Jack answered simply.

"Can I wake him?" Emily wondered.

"Not yet. First, we are going to dress. Then you and I are going to go to the store. After, if he is still asleep, you can wake him while I make breakfast," Jack explained.

"Can we have pastries again?" Emily questioned.

"Not today," Jack chuckled as he stood lifting her in his arms. They went up the stairs and Emily dressed in a purple shirt with jeans and red sneakers. She put on a blue coat causing Jack to shake his head. With her dressed, Jack took her hand leading her down the stairs. They were quiet as they left the house and drove to the store. Once there, Jack was as quick as possible while shopping as he didn't want the Doctor to leave while they were gone and Emily to go upstairs and wake an empty bed. He bought everything they needed for breakfast and supper that night as well as a large number of bananas. Paying for everything, he took Emily back to the house. She helped him carry in one of the smaller bags taking them to the kitchen.

"Can I wake daddy now?" Emily asked eagerly.

"Go," Jack told her. He smiled as he watched her run eagerly out of the kitchen.

-DW-

The Doctor woke as he heard the door to the house close. He wasn't quite ready to wake up so he lay drifting in the warmth of the blankets. He was comfortable and even though he could smell Jack in the bed his mind still drifted back to the time that he spent with the Master in the hotel room. They had laid comfortably in the bed with the Master running his fingers along the Doctor's spine. He dipped his fingers lower pushing them between the Doctor's arse running them along the puckered skin.

"Do you know how many men have been inside this body, Doctor? Because I do," the Master taunted him softly. He pressed a finger up into his body letting the Doctor feel him but not seeking his prostate. "The others would be ashamed to find out how easily you spread your legs."

"It's because you keep drugging me with an aphrodisiac," the Doctor answered sleepily.

"You don't have one in your system now yet still you open easily for me," the Master reminded him as he added a second finger. The Doctor rolled his eyes. There was no point in arguing with the Master because he knew if the Master asked him to he would bend over the bed right now and let the Master take him. He tried to figure out why but his head felt heavy and a thick fog hid the answers from him. The fingers were removed as the Master rolled over picking up a needle from the bedside table. He made sure any bubbles were out of it then rolled back over pressing the needle into the crook of the Doctor's elbow without warning. The Doctor whimpered as the liquid was injected and the fog in his mind became even thicker. He didn't fight as the Master pulled his arms towards the edge of the bed, attaching his wrists to the cuffs he refused to use when clear-minded. The last thing he remembered was the Master pushing painfully up into his body as he gave in the oblivion that the drugs brought.

The Doctor woke to the sound of the door closing again. He was slightly confused about why they were home when Jack should have been at work and Emily at daycare. Yet, he could hear them both downstairs talking, even if he couldn't understand their words. Less then a minute later, the sound of small feet stomping up the stairs. She threw Jack's bedroom door open letting it hit the wall as she ran eagerly over to the bed.

"Daddy," Emily whispered loudly. She pulled on the blankets and he let her uncover his head as he left his eyes closed. She climbed up on the bed bouncing happily. He felt small fingers on his eye trying to pry it open as she leaned in close. "Daddy, it's time to wake up."

"Five more minutes," he told her.

"No more minutes. Uncle Jack is making breakfast," Emily informed him happily as she continued to bounce on the bed. "Then you two need to talk."

"Doesn't Uncle Jack need to work," the Doctor asked with a slight groan as he opened his eyes.

"Uncle Jack says we are playing hockey again today," Emily informed him. The Doctor wrinkled his brow in confusion.

"Do you mean hooky?" the Doctor asked and Emily shrugged.

"Get up," Emily told him again tugging on his arm.

"Tell Uncle Jack I am going to take a shower and then I will be down," the Doctor informed her. She nodded eagerly as she jumped off the bed. She stumbled a few steps but caught herself as she ran out the door. Rather than scold her, the Doctor just shook his head as he pulled himself out of the warm bed and headed towards the shower.