When The Doctor Needs A Doctor

Thank you everyone for the reviews. Sorry about taking so long in updating, pulse I had writers block, sorry! I've for some reason Fanfic wouldn't let me had it done for a while, but then Fanfic wouldn't work for me, it kept on coming up as page cannot be displayed. This chapter really isn't my best, but I just wanted to get something up.

Chapter 2: Still Friends

"Just take it easy," Jack instructed as The Doctor made his way out of the bedroom, Jack following a few steps behind.

The Doctor mumbled something under his breath, Jack didn't hear quite what, but he did hear the words 'Might…well…my…mum'. The Doctor would never admit it, but getting up from the bed caused a wave of dizziness to overtake him for a few seconds.

Walking into the living room they both grabbed their coats and pulled them on. "So," The Doctor asked cheerfully. "Where to?"

"You'll see," Jack grinned as he guided The Doctor to and out of the door. Jack locked it behind them and the pair made their way down onto the estate, keeping to a slow pace so not to wear out The Doctor in his condition.

Now that they were out in the sun, Jack realised just how bad his old travelling companion really was; his face had taken on a grey colour, his hair was falling about his face in an un-kept way and his brown eyes were circled in black bags. However, Jack chose not to comment, as he knew how The Doctor felt about not being in perfect health, in complete control over what he does and what happens to him. So the odd pair of an alien and an immortal man from the 51st Century continued in a moderately comfortable silence down an ordinary London estate.

Not knowing his way around London very well, Jack lead The Doctor all over, looking for a place that appealed to him. It was another forty minutes until Jack stopped outside a shabby looking building in a run down area. If The Doctor hadn't been so exhausted from all of the walking, which had really taken it out of him, he would be complaining, but, as he felt ready to just fall over and lay on the street, he kept his mouth closed and followed Jack in.

Jack opened the building's old, shabby door, wondering why The Doctor was so quiet; usually he loved to hear the sound of his own voice. He turned to look at the Time Lord, and was shocked to see the state of him - he was breathing heavily, sweat was running down his forehead and he looked greyer than ever. Feeling guilty for not keeping a closer eye on him Jack ushered The Doctor in. "Geez, you look awful."

"Thanks," The Doctor said sarcastically. He then looked around the place - a bar, and not a very clean one either he noticed. The place was covered in dirt, so much that he couldn't even tell the colour of the floor. Most of the people sat around were in the shadows, or had their faces covered from sight.

Jack slid past The Doctor and headed for the bar, then waved him over. "Come on Doc, get a pint down ya." Jack shouted over. "It'll do you the world of good."

The Doctor walked over as Jack ordered two beers, then took a stool next to him. "This better not be a plot to get me drunk so I'll have sex with you." He warned, taking his beer.

"Of course not," Jack grinned cheekily. "Why'd I have to get you drunk for that?"

"Keep dreamin'," The Doctor muttered, but couldn't keep a small grin from creeping up onto his face.

"Every night." Jack winked flirtatiously.

"Well, can't say I blame you," The Doctor replied, having fun. "I'd fancy me too if I was you - or anybody else for that matter." He took a long drink. "Ugh, these humans really need to make nicer drinks; look at this: it's a funny colour, tastes horrible, and it takes ages for it to have even the slightest effect… not that I drink a lot, because really I don't, quite awful actually, and I'm being rude again aren't I?"

Jack just chuckled and shook his head. "Come on Doctor, admit it, you'd love to get in bed with me." The ex-con man smirked and had a drink. "Maybe we could wait till Rose gets back, she has a great ass."

"Watch it Captain." The Doctor warned.

Jack raised his hands in defence. "Just a suggestion, besides, she'd love getting two hot guy's at the same time."

"One hot guy," The Doctor corrected. "And one 51st Century, sex obsessed, conning, big headed, arrogant, annoying flirt."

"Oh, that hurt," Jack faked, putting a hand over his heart.

The Doctor snorted, had another drink and put in down on the bar. "You just keep on telling yourself that, Jack."

"Oh, I know it Doc," He grinned. "Besides I- are you okay?" He cut off, jumping to his feet as The Doctor turned a funny shade of green and clasped his hand to his throat, as though he was having trouble breathing.

"I-I d-don't think I s-should be d-drinking," The Time Lord gasped, trying to gulp in as much air as possible. "W-water."

In a second Jack had jumped over the bar and was filling a glass with fresh water. "Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" The bar tender growled. "Get from behind my fuckin' bar."

Jack handed the water to The Doctor, and then turned to glare at the large beefy man. He was unshaven, with ripped clothes and bloodshot eyes. "Can't you see he's chocking you moron?" Jack argued.

"Well, that'll cost you - water ain't free, so pay up, now, or else."

"Or else what?" Jack challenged, reading for a fight.

The bar tender threw a punch at Jack, but he was very sloppy and Jack had no problem dodging it. What he didn't count on however was for the fist he'd ducked to fly past him, and hit The Doctor right in his chest. The force knocked the Time Lord from his stool and he landed heavily with a thud. As he's still having trouble breathing, that didn't help at all and The Doctor groaned from the floor.

Jack quickly hoped back over the bar and dropped to his knees besides his friend and helped him into a sitting position. "You okay?" The Doctor got his breathing back under control, shook his head to clear it, then stood up. The water had really helped too. He then turned to the bar tender and raised his eyebrows.

"Now, I know that that wasn't on purpose, so if you'd just apologise, I'll let you off," he said seriously, keeping eye contact with the large man.

The bar tender laughed, looking over The Doctor's skinny frame. "Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" He taunted.

"Last chance." The Doctor warned, ignoring his statement.

"Bite me."

With that he drew back his fist, and punched the bar tender dead in the centre of his face, a loud crack was heard followed by a howl of pain as the bar tender clutched his hand's to his nose, which was poring with blood. "I warned you," The Doctor told him, nonchalantly.

The other people in the bar had looked over in interest when The Doctor had been punched off of his chair, now some sniggered, but most just turned back to what they had been doing, as if nothing had happened.

As the bar tender ran to find something to cover his nose with, Jack finished his drink in a calm manner, then they headed out. As soon as the door shut behind them, Jack burst out laughing. "Did you see his face? He never expected that."

The Doctor didn't feel quite as good as Jack about breaking the man's nose, but he couldn't help grinning upon hearing Jack's laughter. It'd been so long, The Doctor really hadn't realised how much he'd missed Jack and his strange sense of humour.

"Are you alright now though?" The ex-con man said seriously. "You looked like you were gonna faint in there."

"Don't worry about me," The Doctor smiled. "Just a bit of sickness. If I can defeat Daleks, I'll get over this."

"Are you sure, I mean do you want to go back to Rose's?"

"Really I'm fine." He insisted. "So, what should we do next?"

Jack shrugged lightly. "Why don't you choose?"

"Me? Well, er, I don't know. What do humans do?" The Doctor asked, running his hand threw the back of his hair, thinking, a habit he'd picked up when he regenerated into his tenth form.

"Let's think. Twenty-first Century humans," Jack paused, thinking hard. And he came up with… "No idea. What does Rose do?"

The Doctor thought for a few minutes, trying to remember the stuff she'd talked about on this planet. "Well, she goes shopping mostly. There's that, erm, that thing where people are on a big flat screen doing strange things or 'saving' the world… a cinema! Or staring at a tree where some guy who stole from rich people lived. I went with her there once, extremely boring. It was much better when he was alive; I remember once when he and I served in the Crusades - well, he served; I was just along for the ride. Nice man really, apart from when he captured someone he really didn't like, then he beheaded them. Really not a pretty sight."

"Okay..." Jack said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I really don't want to go shopping, plus it's to late, it'll all be closed. And I've never been to a cinema and I'm guessing you haven't either, so we wouldn't know what to do … so, what else is there?"

"But I want to go to the cinema," The Time Lord told him. "Its great how humans have managed to project themselves on a screen for the whole world to see, yet are still unable to communicate via hologram or something close to it."

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Half an hour later the pair walked into an Odeon cinema and looked around them, not sure what to do. The room was large; to their right and left many people were queuing up, directly in front of them was a stand selling all sorts of drinks and snacks. Around the rest of the walls were doors and a large staircase. The whole room is painted in various shades of purple. "What do we do now?" The Doctor whispered in Jack's ear.

Jack looked around him - maybe they were meant to queue too? He looked back to the entrance, to see what other people did when they walked in. Most did join the queue, but a few went over to a door, shown a man in a red tux a small peace of paper, which he then ripped halfway down the middle, and entered the room. "I think we have to queue."

"Aww, that's boring." But never the less, they joined the line of people on their right.

It wasn't until ten minutes later, when they were almost at the front when The Doctor had a thought. "Jack. Do you have any Earth money?"

Surprised they both looked at each other. "Well I had a bit of change, but that went on the drinks." Jack told him, realizing only now.

Just then the person in front moved and it was there turn. "Great." The Doctor muted, but just decided to go along with it; he'd be able to think of something within the next few seconds. "Hello." He smiled.

The lady just gave a grunt. "What will it be?"

"Actually, I'm not really sure what's on. What is there?"

The lady sighed - after all that time queuing, he should have picked something. Not bothering to tell him she just pointed to a screen behind her, showing the names of the films:

Bridge To Terabithia

Next

Goya's Ghost

Reno 911!: Miami

The Reaping

Spider-Man 3 and many more.

"Spider-man?" The Doctor questioned at the odd name. "What, is it something like a Racnoss?"

"A what?" The lady asked, giving the Time Lord a weird look, which he just chose to ignore.

"I want to see Bridge To Terabithia," He informed Jack.

"What, no way, it sounds like some kiddies film," Jack scoffed. "What about Goya's Ghost, sounds good."

"I've seen plenty of ghosts in my life thanks." The Doctor said. "How about the one about the Racnoss?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Doctor, it won't be a Racnoss, these people don't know what one is," Jack then turned to the lady, who by now was shooting them weary looks, properly thinking there mad. "Two tickets for Spider-man 3 please."

The lady handed them over there tickets hurriedly. "That'll be £9.60."

"£9.60?" The Doctor questioned, acting as though he'd just been insulted. "You really expect us to carry around money? We shall send someone to pay later." At this he pulled out his psychic paper and shoved it in her face.

The women seemed completely stumped for a few seconds. "Oh, sir, I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't realise. P-Please, go right in. Up the stairs onto the first floor and room 16."

The Doctor gave her a bright smile, put his psychic paper away and the pair took their tickets.

As they were making their way upstairs, Jack questioned The Doctor. "Who does she think you are?"

"Not sure," The Doctor replied. "Someone important." He dug around in his pocket, pulled out the paper once again and took a look. "Ah, Prince of Denmark apparently." He grinned, looking amused.

Jack laughed and looked him over. "Well, you're hardly dressed like royalty."

"Well, I am according to the Leamoneus race." He shrugged. "Rose and I went there a few months ago… They made a statue of me out of broccoli. Afterwards I asked them to make a statue of Rose using turnips, but they didn't know what they were, so instead they used garden peas."

Jack raised his eyebrows, but decided it was best not to comment.

They got to room 16, had their tickets ripped, then made their way in. "Where are we meant to sit?"

Jack looked at his ticket, on it read G14, he then checked The Doctor's - G15. Looking at the side chairs he saw that it was alphabetical, and each seat had their own number. He told The Doctor and they set off for their seats, somewhere in the middle.

"Haha!" The Doctor laughed. "Genius, alphabetical seats, so simple yet brilliant. I love the crazy things humans come up with."

They sat down just as the adverts began to play. The Doctor seemed quite happy to sit, laugh and make comments on the adverts being shown, finding them remarkable. "These people have something for everything. Granted, not very high tech, really lacking in intelligence, but look how they're getting there. Look! A rubber duck! I've never been anywhere else that makes rubber ducks. I mean some other planets have ducks, but not yellow rubber ones."

Jack sighed and shook his head, but by now a lot of people around them were giving them strange looks, and a young women sat next to The Doctor seemed to be asking her friend to swap seats with her.

Around fifteen minutes later the adverts ended and the lights went out. Both Jack and The Doctor jumped slightly at this, the first thought springing to mind was 'We're under attack!' But a few seconds later, when nobody seemed to be panicking, they settled down, realising that it was supposed to happen.

Twenty minutes into the movie both thought the whole Spider-man thing strange, but enjoyable too. "Ah, humans," The Doctor said again, laughing, as Spider-man swung round on webs shot from his wrists.

The Doctor was happily sat watching, when something hit the back of his head. He spun round in his seat and looked around, after a few seconds he spotted a little kid a few rows up, looking at him with popcorn in his hand. The Doctor glared, picked up the piece of food, stuck his tongue out at him and launched it back, hitting the boy on his forehead. In revenge the boy threw a handful at The Doctor, who ducked out of the line of fire in time. He picked up the pieces and threw them back at the boy. The Doctor didn't mean it to, but one of the pieces hit the boy in the eye, which turned it watery, and in turn the boy cried to his mother.

Horrified of being slapped by another person's mother The Doctor quickly spun back round and leaned down in his chair, out of view.

Jack had noticed The Doctor ducking down and looked at him. "What are you doing?"

The Doctor pointed in the boys direction, Jack looked round, gathering what had happened. "You're over nine hundred years old, a Time Lord, and you're scared of a human women in her thirties? Honestly Doc, you get really strange when it comes to humans," He sniggered. But before he could say anything else, a chorus of "Sh!"'s rang out from people, wanting him to shut up. Insulted, Jack glared, folded his arms and sat moodily in his seat.

An hour later, the film was over and people began to leave. Jack stayed sitting with The Doctor until the boy and his mother were gone. Jack played the lookout for this, and when he told The Doctor that the cost was clear, the Time Lord poked his head halfway above the seat in front, so only his eyes upwards was showing. After he'd scanned the room he stood up straight, brushed himself off and confidently strode out with Jack.

"So how come you can fight big, hairy, mean looking men, but not a women then Doc?" Jack asked with a cheeky grin.

"Women are terrifying when they're angry." The Doctor said, as though Jack was insane not to have realised that. "They hit you, and throw things at you, and shout and kick you out of bed in the middle of the night just to annoy you."

"You sound like your talking from experience there Doc; watch it, people might actually might think you've got a social life." Jack joked.

"Oh, I had a wife once."

"What?" Jack asked in shock.

"So, we should probably get back to Rose's now." He changed the subject, ignoring Jack's exclamation and set off down the stairs.

Jack stood where he was for a few seconds in shock. 'The Doctor was married?' After a few seconds he got back his senses and went after The Doctor. He wanted to ask more about it, but knew better than to pry.

On the way back to Rose's, Jack couldn't help but notice The Doctor's change in mood. The bounce had left his step, and the cheeky grin was replaced by a frown.

As they opened the door and stepped in, the phone began to ring. The Doctor shrugged off his coat, then went and sat down, as though he couldn't even hear the ringing. The colour also seemed to have left his face white and he once again looked very ill.

Jack glanced at The Doctor with worry, and then picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh, hey Rose."

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- A/N: There you go, finely its up after all this time. The next chapter will be more serious, I just did this to really show that The Doctor and Jack are still good with each other and seem to be bonding quickly.

Oh, and as you might have guessed, slash won, so you can expect that in later chapters.

My cat had kittens yesterday (May 7) and there soooo cute! Four of them!