AN: Ok next chapter, I know I only have 2 reviews and thats not real good, but I'm gonna carry on anyway

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Rose awoke to the cry from the Doctor's room; pulling back the covers, she went to see what was wrong. What she saw when she pushed open the door both shocked and frightened her. The Doctor was thrashing about and hyperventilating, he almost appeared to be having a fit of some sort. She ran to the bed, calling for Jack as she did so.

"Rose, what's wro- oh that's not good" he was across the room in two strides. "What happened?"

"I dunno, I just came in and he was like this. What do we do, Jack?" She was desperately trying to hold the Doctor's head and prevent him hurting himself. Jack was trying to hold the Doctor's shoulders and body while trying to assess the situation, which was proving to be a bit difficult. For a guy who seemed to be nothing but skin and bone, the Doctor was seriously strong. This opinion was not changed by the fact that Jack suddenly found himself on the floor due to a blow on the side of the head. He cursed himself and made a mental note, in big bold letters to remember that people had arms, and holding their shoulders did not stop them from moving.

As he stood, he saw Rose fling herself over the Doctor's body in an effort to keep him still. Without warning, the violent struggles stopped and his breathing began to come in sobbing gasps. Rose tentatively moved to kneel beside him and took his hand as he began to regain consciousness. With a shuddering breath, the Doctor opened his eyes, when he saw Rose's anxious face he began to gasp again, almost but not quite crying. Without saying a word, Rose gathered him into her arms and sat rocking him back and forth, like a mother with a frightened child. Jack watched as she stroked his head, while he gripped her hand as though it were a lifeline.

Quietly Jack slipped out of the room and made his way through the corridors to the medical room, he hated what he was about to do, but it had to be done. It didn't take him long to find a syringe and hypodermic needle, or to draw out some of the pearly liquid from the bottle. The only sedative that would work on a Time Lord and still allow the TARDIS to work. He stood for a moment, contemplating the syringe in his hand, recalling what the Doctor had said as he showed Jack and Rose the sedative. "Only use it if absolutely necessary". They had asked him why, and he had not explained fully, only saying that it caused pain to whomever it was used on.

As he jogged back to the Doctor's room, Jack went over the instructions the Doctor had given for use of the sedative. "It has to go into one of the blood vessels in the neck, and it has to go in slowly. That's part of what makes it such a bastard to use."

Rose looked up as Jack entered the room, he could see by her eyes and by the Doctor's condition that the sedative was still the best idea. Rose saw the syringe in his hand and her eyes widened as she recognized its contents. "Do we have to give that to him?"

"I'm sorry Rose, but he needs to rest. He's exhausted and still not calm; this is all I can think of to help him." She lowered her eyes in consent and stretched out her hand. Jack handed her the syringe without a word.

Carefully Rose raised the Doctor's shoulders, allowing his head to fall back and expose his throat. It was then that he opened his eyes. Rose, the Doctor and Jack all had the same thought: Oh shit.

The Doctor's only thought was to escape, to stop them giving him the drug that was one of his greatest fears. It wasn't so much the pain that he feared; it was the loss of control, the loss of thought. That drug had been used to torture him once, and the memories still haunted him.

Both Rose and Jack were unprepared for the Doctor as he threw himself off the bed and ran out of the door. He didn't get far; Jack caught up with him and grasped his arm. Ducking the wild punch, Jack hooked his foot behind the Doctors knee and forced him to the floor. Rose had followed them into the corridor and now knelt beside the Doctor's head as he struggled weakly against Jack, who was remembering to hold his wrists this time.

"Rose, please don't do this. Please" the Doctor was trying to stop her as she gently forced his head back, again exposing his throat.

"I'm sorry Doctor, it's for the best" tears ran down her cheeks as she pushed the needle beneath his skin and slowly pushed the plunger. The Doctor's pleas broke off in a hiss of pain and he began to writhe about. Eventually he went still.

They took him back to his room and settled him onto his bed. Although he couldn't move, he was still awake, the blue eyes open. Jack was concerned. "He's fighting it Rose, he won't let himself sleep"

"What can we do?"

"I don't know. I don't want to give him another dose, it could be dangerous"

"I'll stay with him until he's asleep, it might help if someone's here" Jack wasn't going to argue with her. He didn't know if her being there would help, but surely it wouldn't hurt. He left the room with a nod, he needed a coffee anyway.

When Jack had left, Rose sat on the bed beside the Doctor. She was worried, the Doctor was normally so strong, so secure. The only time she'd seen him really insecure was when they had come across the Dalek in Henry van Staten's underground bunker. But even that was nothing to what was happening now. Deciding that answers would have to come later she occupied herself with the current task of getting the Doctor to sleep. Lying down, Rose gently moved the Doctor so his head was resting just below her chest. She had heard somewhere that a heartbeat was meant to be soothing. Gently she stroked his head and spoke softly. "You have to sleep Doctor. It's ok, I'm here. Just let go." The Doctor could hear her words, could feel her heartbeat. It was soothing, but he was still frightened. He didn't want give in to the darkness that was closing in on his mind, even though he knew it was what he needed. The darkness was becoming more insistent, pushing its way into the rest of his mind. He tried to fight but he was so tired.

Rose looked down just in time to see a single tear trace its way down his cheek before his eyes closed and his mind sank into darkness.

Jack was in the kitchen, debating whether to take Rose a cup of tea or not, if he did it would be just his luck to bring the Doctor back from the verge of sleep. His dilemma was solved by Rose walking through the door.

"How is he?"

"Asleep" Jack didn't make the mistake of asking her if the Doctor was ok. She would most likely kill him, and he knew the answer anyway. That the Doctor was sleeping was good enough for now.

Rose looked tired, so Jack guided her to the sofa in the next room and sat down beside her. He put his arm around her, giving her reassurance that he didn't have himself. Gratefully she took a sip from his coffee when he offered it and curled up against him. They sat in silence for a while, eventually Rose spoke. "What do you think's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, but I would say it's probably something to do with the dreams he's been having over the past few nights. We've both heard him calling out, and he's been preoccupied afterwards. I guess it was worse tonight."

"But…if it was just a dream…how could a dream do that to him?" Rose shook her head in disbelief.

"No idea, he should be awake in a couple of hours. We can ask him about it then."

"'I wanna' stay with him" She extracted herself from his embrace and stood up. Jack didn't say anything, just nodded and sat back on the sofa. When Rose had left the room, he smiled and shook his head. It was obvious that there was a strong attraction; possibly love between the Doctor and Rose. It had been evident in the look he had received from the Doctor when he first entered the TARDIS, a look that plainly said she's mine.

Rose lay down beside the Doctor on his bed, he head resting on his bare chest. She could hear the beat of his two hearts; it was calm now, and soothing to listen to. Idly she traced her fingers over the skin of his chest, feeling the ribs just below the surface, the muscles in his stomach. Somewhere in the depths of unconsciousness, the Doctor felt her touch and the darkness wasn't so unbearable any more.

When Jack looked in later, Rose had fallen asleep. Again, he smiled and shook his head, before silently leaving the room.

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