Jack drank the night away only stopping when sometime after he blacked out and waking up still dressed in his clothing from the night before. He stretched his sore body standing up as he stood up from the sofa where he had spent the night. He had wanted to forget last night and he had accomplished it but now his head was pounding and his mouth felt as if he had swallowed a ton of cotton. He looked at his watch, squinting to bring the blurry numbers in to focus. He still had two hours before he had to be at work and had plenty of time to shower and sober up then have a cup of coffee before heading out. He stumbled his way up the stairs going into the bathroom. Out of habit, he closed and locked the door behind him. He didn't bother to turn on the light as he stripped out of his clothing from the night before throwing it into the basket to be washed. He retrieved a razor from the cupboard then stepped into the shower starting the water.
When he emerged almost an hour later, he was clean and completely sober. He felt weary but that would pass tonight once he got a goodnight's sleep. He returned the razor to its place in the cabinet then dried off. Sauntering naked from the bathroom he went into his own room to dress for the day. The house was quiet without the Time Lord in it but he didn't focus on that fact as he pulled out a gray shirt with dark trousers. He put them on along with his belt, braces, socks, and shoes. Ready for the day, he made himself a cup of coffee along with a simple breakfast of toast with butter before setting out for the day. It was a nice morning and he rolled down the windows enjoying the cool air on his way to Torchwood. Arriving, he found only Ianto's SUV and he made his way in eager for another cup of coffee.
By the time the rest of his team arrived, he already had the rift reports printed and had caught up with the morning news. He didn't bother to call a morning meeting just stood on the stairs as they arrived ready to hand out the assignments and start the day. Gwen was the next to arrive but Mickey and Martha came in right after her with the Doctor walking slowly behind them. He had his head hung and refused to look at Jack. It was clear he hadn't slept well the night before as he was still wearing the same rumpled clothes and his hair wasn't its usual messiness but showed it hadn't been brushed.
"I am going to make this quick because there is a lot to do this morning. Ianto you are with me in retrieving several artifacts that came through the rift. Gwen, I need you to run things from here and watch the rift for any new activity. Martha, the police have a body that they are having trouble identifying. I need you to take the Doctor with you and see if you can give them a hand. If it is alien, Gwen can help you get it transported back here for an autopsy. As for you, Mickey, you are heading to London to see the Brigadier. He will explain more when you arrive," Jack ordered. Everyone moved to follow their orders but the Doctor took a step forward.
"Jack?" he questioned, his voice low and not commanding like normal.
"I don't want to hear it, Doctor," Jack answered starting to move away.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor apologized anyway. Jack stopped in his tracks turning to glare at the Time Lord. His anger shown clearly in his eyes at he glared at the Doctor.
"Why are you sorry? Are you sorry because you want to be her daddy? You shouldn't be because it is completely within your right to want to raise the child you are carrying. I don't think you are sorry that you deceived me for months on end either. You know how much that child your carrying means to me and how much I wanted to be her father. I will still be her uncle Jack if that is what you want and I will help you raise her but don't think for a second that I will forgive you just because you said you are sorry because we both know it's not true," Jack seethed angrily.
"I really am sorry, though," the Doctor whispered. Jack barked a single laugh at him.
"No, you're really not. You may be sorry because I am currently mad at you but you can do us both a favor and not pretend that you ever really cared about how I felt," Jack seethed. He stormed past the Doctor not caring that his entire team was watching them and pretending not to listen. "Now, Ianto."
"Yep," Ianto answered grabbing his coat. The two of them left the hub. Martha came up behind the Doctor putting a gentle hand on his back.
"Come on, we have work to do," Martha advised him softly. The Doctor nodded following her out to the SUV not saying another word. He had been quiet the night before as well lost in his thoughts. He thought he knew why Jack was mad at him and he wanted Jack to understand why he needed this baby. Only Jack wasn't ready to hear it and a part of him wondered if Jack would ever be. He should have just kept his mouth shut only he knew it would break his hearts to hear Emily call Jack daddy. He was the one who was carrying her after all and he had every right to be her daddy. He was going to be too. He was going to be there for her no matter how much it hurt.
They made the trip out to the police precedent to examine the body. It was definitely human but the poor man had met up with a weevil at some point. There were cover stories in place for weevil deaths and Andy promised he would inform the family for them. They returned to Torchwood where the Doctor spent the day down in the autopsy room with Martha working on small projects, making sure to avoid Jack. As the end of the day approached, he prepared himself to spend another night on her couch. He followed her up the stairs to find Jack waiting for them.
"Mickey is tied up in London so he will be home late but I promise he will be home tonight," Jack informed Martha without looking at the Doctor.
"Thank you. I finished up the reports as well as put in an order for medications and supplies," Martha responded.
"I will approve it before I head out for the day," Jack promised her. He finally looked towards the Doctor. "Wait down here while I finish my work and then we will go home."
"All right," the Doctor agreed softly. Martha rubbed his arm softly as she bid him goodbye disappearing from the hub and leaving him alone. He was tempted to run as he stood alone waiting for Jack. He didn't know how far he would make it on his own but he would try to get to the TARDIS and away from this planet. If he closed his eyes and focused he could feel her calling to him and it would be easy to follow that call. Only he didn't, he waited in the hub until Jack was ready to leave then followed him out to the SUV. He opened his mouth to apologize again then closed it. Nothing he said at the moment would make Jack forgive him so he remained quiet on the ride home. He stayed quiet as they both made their way into the house going about their separate routines. Even if the house wasn't that large they didn't run into each other again until bed that night.
The Doctor had gone up first changing into his jimjams and slipping beneath the cool blankets. Jack followed him about a half an hour later. He changed as well then climbed under the blankets. The Doctor expected Jack to lay as far as he could from him but Jack moved closer. The Doctor was slightly confused as Jack reached over him opening the drawer and pulling out the small bottle of lube that was kept there. Yes, they had sex often over the last week but he didn't think Jack would want to anymore since he was mad at him. He tried to turn to face Jack but Jack stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder. He pushed the Doctor's shoulder so that he turned on his stomach and the Doctor pushed his knees up under him to keep the pressure off his growing stomach. Jack moved behind him and the Doctor felt his trousers being pulled down. He could have said no and he knew Jack would stop but he braced himself as he felt a finger press into his body.
It was removed quickly and replaced with the blunt head of Jack's cock. Jack pushed firmly into his body, filling him completely with steady pressure. There was none of the normal tenderness that Jack showed him as he began to move. He didn't touch the Doctor or try to help him get off making clear that this was just about his own release. He thrust steadily harder and the Doctor took it all as Jack poured out his anger into the movements. The Doctor gripped his pillow, staring forward as tears filled his eyes. This was the one thing he didn't want from Jack. He wanted to look Jack in the eye as their bodies move and know Jack cared about him enough not to use him like the men did. He couldn't help but think of the hotel room that he had spent countless hours in and the men he couldn't remember who used his body just like Jack was. Every movement was harsh and he cried softly as Jack found his release then pulled out of his body. Jack didn't look at him as he pulled up his trousers and flopped on his own side of the bed. He laid with his back to the Doctor as the Time Lord slowly lowered himself to the bed and onto his side. He pulled up his own trousers, curling into himself with his back towards Jack. He continued to sob softly as Jack's gentle snoring filled the room. Feeling alone, he let sleep overtake him finally quieting his tears.