It was another two days before Jack let the Doctor upstairs while his team was there. The Doctor smiled at them accepting a hug from Martha and nodding once at Mickey as he was saluted. He still wasn't allowed near the computers and he really didn't care as he followed Jack up to his office where Ianto was waiting for them. On the desk was a group of items that Ianto had brought up from the vault that the small team had been unable to identify. The Doctor's face lit up as he looked at the items. Immediately, he tried to reach into his pocket to pull out his thinking glasses and sonic. The smile fading as he realized that they weren't there. He took a deep breath and picked up the first item to examine. He immediately identified it as a piece from the machinery on Schwermetall. It was a future human colony that produced many types of goods that were used throughout the colonies. He relayed that it was useless on its own to Jack before moving onto the next item.
Jack let him work until lunch as the Doctor looked at the items. He was able to easily identify all but three of them and those three he was positive he could figure out given more time. He protested lightly when Jack suggested he stop to eat but he really didn't feel like getting locked in the cell again. He was bored with the cell and welcomed the change of scenery even if it was only other parts of Torchwood. He only put on a show so that Jack wouldn't get suspicious that he was up to something. So, he hemmed and hawed making a point of ignoring Jack for just a moment before setting down the artifact and following Jack out of his office. To his relief, he was then taken to the kitchen where he was provided a large meal. He couldn't help but make a face at it as he never ate that much.
"You need to gain a little bit of weight in order to keep you and the baby healthy," Jack explained to him.
"No, ta," the Doctor answered absentmindedly.
"If you won't do it for yourself then please do it for the baby that you are carrying," Jack told him. The Doctor sighed as he picked up one of the pieces of bread taking a bite.
"Have you thought about what you are going to name it yet?" The Doctor wondered.
"I am not completely sure for the little boy but I was considering the names David, William, or Matthew. If it is a girl her name will be Emily," Jack replied. It was what he had wanted to name his daughter but she had been named Melissa by her mother then had her name changed to Alice after being hidden from him. The only other daughter he had was named Hannah but she had barely lived a day before being taken from him. He had three sons who had lived but thought that their father had died at sea when they were teenagers and still too young to realize that their father didn't age.
"Martha can find out the sex of the child in about a month with the technology that Torchwood has on hand," the Doctor informed him.
"You don't want to be surprised?" Jack teased him slightly. The Doctor just shrugged.
"It doesn't matter to me what the sex of the baby is. You are going to be the one raising it and if you want to prepare prior to the baby's birth it is easier to know the sex. If not, you can wait," the Doctor told him. There was no emotion in his voice as he spoke of the child making it clear that he still didn't care about the child he was carrying. He looked up as a thought occurred to him. Looking around the kitchen it was clear to him that they were in an old sewer even if Jack had it fixed up. The kitchen may have had new cupboards, a new stove and a shiny metal sink but behind it was the grey brick walls. The lower level was even worse with the rift manipulator standing in water that anyone could access or a child could fall into. "You're not going to raise the baby here are you?"
"What's wrong with here?" Jack asked him seriously his face giving nothing away. The two of them stared at each other for a long moment but it was Jack who broke first. He laughed at the Doctor's expression as he spoke again. "No, I am not going to raise the baby here. I have a house not too far from here that I plan on setting up a room in. The two of us are going to move there here a few days as well to live while you finish recovering and we await the birth of the baby."
"I don't do domestic," the Doctor mumbled.
"Well you don't have much of a choice," Jack responded loudly. The Doctor rolled his eyes knowing Jack was right but not answering him. He pushed away the rest of his meal, standing up. He had only eaten less than a third of it but he wasn't going to force himself to eat anymore when he wasn't hungry. Testing Jack's patience and his own luck, he left the kitchen heading down the stairs. He immediately wished he would have stayed with Jack when Martha came over to him ready for their afternoon talk. After, he would be with Jack again until supper then they would play chess, followed by a movie before he was locked in his cell for the rest of the night. His life had become a routine and if there was one thing he hated it was routines. It made him miss his life in the TARDIS where no one told him where to go or when. He was free to travel the stars and run for his life whenever and wherever he pleased.
"I'm not in the mood, Martha," he informed her snidely.
"Tough," Martha answered looping her arm around his and pulling him towards the autopsy room. The Doctor looked longingly towards the hub door as he was pulled. He wanted to run and hopefully, soon he would get his chance.