Jack didn't leave the Doctor as he sat on his side of the bed texting several people. Not that the Doctor noticed as he remained curled around the trash bin his stomach threatening to release everything he ever ate if he dared move from his position. A part of him hated Jack even if he knew it was his own fault for seeking the comfort of the drugs rather than talking to someone. He didn't like talking about himself though so it had been easier to find comfort in forgetting.
"They found two more men tied to the Master inside UNIT," Jack informed the Doctor.
"I'm not surprised. The Master has always had a hypnotic way to him and he has had years to infiltrate various agencies to do his bidding. It is possible that even if Alistair gets any of the men to talk that they won't know just how many people the Master had doing his bidding and where they were placed. Even the person who considers themselves the Master's right-hand man won't have all the details, because the only one the Master ever truly trusted was himself," the Doctor explained.
"Do you think we already have that man?" Jack questioned. The Doctor shrugged.
"I don't know but until you do, no one the Master targeted is safe," the Doctor answered.
"The Brigadier still has guards posted near those who need them and the others have been warned of the situation. While we can't tell Donna she is in danger both Sylvia and Wilfred have been informed of the situation and they are all in a secure location," Jack reassured the Doctor. He tried to place a reassuring hand on the Doctor's shoulder but the Doctor flinched at his touch. Jack pulled away not thinking much about it as he went back to texting.
It was about two hours later that there was a knock on the door. Jack pulled himself off the bed stretching as he did. A quick glance at the Time Lord revealed that he had his eyes closed but Jack was unable to tell if he was asleep. Leaving him to rest, he hurried down the stairs knowing that a little girl would be waiting on the other side of it for him. He put a large smile on his face as he opened the door wide to see Martha standing on the porch with Emily in her arms.
"Papa," Emily cried out happily. Jack took her from Martha hugging her tightly to him. He kissed her several times on the side of the head as she wrapped her arms around his neck holding on to him.
"I missed you so much," Jack told her. "But did you have fun last night?"
"Yep," Emily responded happily as she nodded. She looked over Jack's shoulder then leaned back in his arms to look at him. "Is daddy here?"
"He is upstairs. You can go see him but he isn't feeling well," Jack informed his daughter. He set her down and she ran towards the stairs stomping up them. Jack watched her for a second then turned back to Martha. "Thank you for watching her last night and bringing her home today."
"You're welcome. We enjoy having her over." She didn't offer to watch Emily again as they both knew Emily was welcome at Martha's home at any time. The little girl regarded Martha as an Aunt and Mickey an Uncle, something that the Doctor might have scoffed at but Jack was determined to make it so that Emily was never alone. He was happy to let Martha's family adopt her in and have her call Francine her grandma. He even tried to have her know her sister Alice and nephew Stephen, anything so that she would have a large family who loved her.
"I should get back to the Doctor," Jack stated starting to turn away.
"Can we talk first. I promise it won't be for long but there is something I want to discuss," Martha told him quickly. Jack turned back to look at her. Martha didn't speak right away as she jerked her head towards the grass. Jack took a deep breath stepping outside and shutting the door almost completely behind him.
"What is it Martha?" Jack asked.
"The Doctor's on drugs again isn't he?" Martha questioned. Jack didn't answer her right away causing Martha to narrow her eyes. "I'm not stupid Jack. I am his doctor and have cared for him in the past. I know what illness looks like from him and I also know what withdrawal symptoms look like. So unless you want me to go up there and get the answer from him you will tell me the truth."
"Yes, but I am handling it." Martha crossed her arms at him opening her mouth. "I know you want to go in there and check on him but I promise you that he is fine right now. He has agreed that he is going to stop taking them and I have disposed of all the drugs that he had on hand. Right now, it has been over twenty-four hours since his last dose so he is starting to go through withdrawal. If you go in there now, it is only going to make him angry as well as cause him to lose the little bit of trust we have with each other. Just, let me handle it and I will call you if he takes a turn for the worse."
"What about Emily?" Martha wondered more calmly then she felt.
"I don't plan on telling her that he is withdrawing if that is what you are asking. She is old enough to know, though, that something is wrong and understands sickness. I will keep her away from the worst of his symptoms but she can help me care for him when he is a little better. I also won't hesitate to restrain him in Torchwood's cells if I feel he is becoming a danger to anyone including himself. That being said, I trust him with Emily's life and he would never physically hurt her regardless of the circumstances," Jack spat defending his decisions.
"I want you to call me the minute that changes or he needs my help. I don't care if is two in the morning and we were out chasing a weevil until midnight, I want you to call me anyway and I will be here in a moment's notice," Martha demanded.
"I will," Jack promised.
"Take care of them." Jack nodded watching as Martha went back to her SUV climbing in. August looked up from the tablet in his hands and Martha pointed towards Jack. August waved at him and Jack put a smile on his face as he waved back. He waited until Martha had pulled out onto the road before going back inside the house. It was quiet and Jack made his way quickly up to his room eager to check on the Time Lord and his daughter. Entering the room, he found the trash bin had been moved to the floor and Emily was now laying on the bed tucked up against the Doctor facing him. The Doctor was breathing evenly still not quite asleep but Emily didn't seem to mind as she lay contently with her daddy.
"I am going to start supper," Jack announced breaking the silence.
"I'm not hungry," the Doctor whimpered for the third time in the last two days. This time Jack believed him as he didn't think it was possible to turn that pale on purpose at the mention of food.
"I'm not hungry either," Emily stated. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Of course you're not." He stated leaving the two of them alone. Even if Emily said she wasn't hungry, Jack still made dinner for the two of them before calling her down to eat. She came down after a few minutes with the Doctor following behind her. Jack didn't even get a chance to ask if the Doctor was hungry after all as he collapsed down onto the couch groaning. Jack let him rest as he ate the small meal of beans on toast as he didn't feel like making anything else. Emily didn't complain as she dug in happily finishing off a small portion of food before returning to her daddy's side. The rest of the night was uneventful as the Doctor rested on the couch with Emily sitting against him while Jack took to working in his office in order to complete the reports. At bedtime, he took Emily upstairs for her bath then read her a story before tucking her in with a soft kiss goodnight. Upon exiting her room, he wasn't surprised the Time Lord had returned to their own room and was curled up on his side of the bed again.
"Do you need anything?" Jack wondered as he looked in on him.
"Nothing you will give me," the Doctor answered miserably. Jack didn't responded as he headed back downstairs to work. He kept one eye on the Doctor while he did but it was after midnight before he finally decided to call it a night. Going back to his room, he found the Doctor had managed to dress in his pajamas but was still laying on top of the blankets with his eyes closed. The lights were bugging his eyes so Jack changed and made sure that the room was completely dark before helping the Doctor crawl beneath the warm blankets. Jack was still angry at the Time Lord but he saw no reason to keep sleeping on the couch as the bed was big enough they could sleep apart. He rolled to his own side closing his eyes prepared to go to sleep. It was only after he settled down that he noticed the Doctor's breathing was quicker than normal. Concerned, he flicked on the bedside light leaning over to look at the Doctor. The Doctor glanced up at him, the fear evident in his eyes before they squeezed tightly shut again. Jack once more tried to place a calming hand on the Doctor's arm but the Time Lord jerked away quickly.
"Easy, I'm not going to hurt you," Jack cooed reassuringly.
"I know," the Doctor whispered.
"Then do you want to tell me what you are afraid of?" Jack wondered.
"Nothing, its just the withdrawal symptoms messing with my emotions," the Doctor lied.
"Anything I can do to help?" Jack wondered.
"No, just let me rest. I'll be fine once I calm down." Jack had no reason not to believe him, so he laid back down turning off the light. He laid facing the Doctor, listening closely to his breathing as the Doctor calmed himself down. It wasn't until the Doctor heard Jack's own breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep that he finally fully relaxed into the bed. He turned over so that he could see Jack's face in the dark room and he stared at the Captain.
"You," the Doctor breathed to the quiet room. "I'm afraid of you." It felt good to say it out loud even if he couldn't tell Jack while he was awake. Couldn't tell him that every time Jack was angry with him, he feared the pain that the Captain would cause his body and that it had been a relief when he decided to sleep on the couch last night and he wished he would again. Before had just run and sought comfort in the drugs. Now, he had nowhere to run and he was terrified he had made the wrong decision in giving them up. Exhausted, but unable to sleep he lay in the dark room as he waited for morning to come.