When The Doctor Needs A Doctor
Didn't Russell T. Davies wants say that The Doctor has to have a male/male kiss every series finale? Season 1, Jack, 2, he kissed Mickey on the head, so 3, more than likely Jack! And where Jack is concerned it'll be more than a kiss on the head! God I hope so.
Thanks for the great reviews, I'd say I'm doing good for my first Doctor Who fic, lol. Just to let you know, 'life begins at 750' and 'Never trust a venusian shanghorn with a perigosto stick' is actually saying's from Gallifrey, I've been doing research on it. :P
Beta – the ever great and wonderful I Shot The Sheriff
Chapter 4: Scares the Staazula out of me
Very suddenly Jack shot awake, his eyes flying open, head raised slightly, as though listening for something. But what was it? He couldn't remember what had just awoken him so suddenly. He laid there in an alert posture for a few seconds, then he heard it again. A scream! Quick as the wind, Jack had thrown the covers off of his boxer-clad body and was out of the bedroom. He ran the short distance of the dimly lit corridor, vaguely noticing that it was early morning, judging by the way a golden shimmer was slowly creeping up the wall. He heard the scream again and threw open the door leading to Rose's room. The first thing Jack saw was The Doctor thrashing around on the bed, his face etched in pain. He ran forwards and knelt besides the bed, The Doctor seemed to be asleep - how Jack had no idea, but he was. "Doctor." He called gently, reaching out to grasp his hand. "Doctor, come on, wake up." The Doctor continued to jerk wildly, pulling his hand out of Jack's in the process. "Listen to me Doctor, you've got to wake up." Jack was getting urgent now. He put a hand to The Doctor's face, but the Time Lord once again screamed and began to thrash more violently. Jack withdrew his hand as though electrocuted, not sure what he should do. If he didn't move soon, The Doctor was going to hurt himself. Jack stood, leaned over the bed and pinned The Doctor down, arms by his side. Jack struggled to keep him down, having to use all of his body weight to do so, but still The Doctor was dangerously close to throwing him off. The Doctor let out another scream, this one louder than the others, full of distress. Jack began to speak calmly, trying to get his friend to relax. After a few minutes of this, The Doctor began to stop his frantic movements, his muscles relaxing. Jack waited until The Doctor was completely still before letting go of him. A few seconds later, The Doctor's eyes opened, and he stared up at the dark haired man, his eyes reflecting pain.
The Doctor gasped, shooting into a sitting position, his hands flying to his abdomen and clutching there as an awful pain raced through him. "Jack, I-I think I'm getting worse." He wheezed between sharp jabs of affliction.
"Shit." Jack muttered to himself. "What can I do? Is there anything you need?" He was worried; never had he seen The Doctor like this before. He was always in control of a situation, always active and ready for anything. Seeing him like this scared Jack, more than he'd ever admit.
The pain worsened, and The Doctor couldn't help but lean over in agony, gulping in air as best as he could. "N-no." He panted roughly. "I-it's an a-alien inf-flicted illness. Earth m-medicine will do no g-good."
"There's got to be something," Jack half shouted, angry with himself because he was unable to help his friend.
"Wh-where can I…Jack I do-don't feel, I want…" The Doctor was speaking softly; talking hurting him too much. It felt like the acid in his stomach was spilling out and eating away at his insides, his throat was on fire and his head was heavy and spinning.
Getting more and more worried by the second, Jack began to rub The Doctor's back soothingly, franticly thinking about what he could do. No way could he just leave The Doctor here like this, but where could he take a sick alien? 'Torchwood,' Jack muttered to himself. He didn't like the idea, and really didn't want to do this, but he had no other choice. There wasn't another option available.
He stayed with The Doctor for the next few minutes, until he'd begun to calm down, enough for him to lie back down on the bed. "I'll be back in a few minutes," He promised, then slowly stood, looked at the Time Lord for a few more seconds and left the room.
He grabbed the phone and glanced at the clock. 6:12, he hoped there'd be someone in. Quickly dialling the number Jack only had to wait three rings before a familiar voice spoke. "Torchwood, how may I help?"
"Ianto," Jack said with relief. Good old Ianto, always there before everyone else and after they'd all gone home.
"Jack is that you? Are you okay?" He asked, feeling a little worried.
"I'm fine Ianto, but the person I'm with isn't. Listen, I need you to call Owen now, I don't care what he's doing, I don't care if he's asleep, just tell him to get all of his medicine, including alien medicine, and get down here now," He ordered, leaving no room for argument.
Sensing the urgency in the other man's voice, Ianto nodded, even though Jack couldn't see it. "Right away sir, but it'll take him a while to make it to London."
"So ring him now!" Jack snapped.
"Of course, bye sir."
With that the line went dead. Jack sighed and put the phone back. He hadn't meant to snap at Ianto, but the worry made him irritable. Deciding that he'd apologise later, Jack went back into the bedroom to sit with The Doctor.
000
Owen woke with a groan at the sound of his phone. "Bloody brilliant," he muttered, rubbing his hand over is face in an attempt to stay awake. "This'd better be important," he murmured before picking up the phone. "Hello?" Came his yawned greeting.
"Owen, its Ianto, Jack's just rang, he say's you've got to get to London now, with all of your medicine, alien included."
"London? Has he lost it? It's quarter past six in the bloody morning! Tell him to ring again around ten." Owen snapped, ready to hang up.
At the other end of the line Ianto sighed - he'd been expecting that answer. "Its Jack's orders, and he seems pretty pissed, so you'd better do it. I gather that it's a matter of urgency."
With a deep sigh to himself Owen nodded his head, in a way that showed he didn't want to, but would. "Alright. I'll be over to get my stuff. And this had better be for a good reason." He hung up the phone without a goodbye and made his way to the shower, grumbling the whole way.
Not at all put off by Owen's usual morning complaining, Ianto went back to his work, wondering just what Jack was up to, and why he needed alien medicine. Before he'd left, all he said was that he was going to see an old friend; when asked, he didn't elaborate on that.
An hour later, Ianto looked up at the sound of the hub door opening, expecting to see Owen, but instead Gwen walked in. "Hey Ianto." She greeted with a smile.
Ianto gave a smile in return.
"Anything going on?" She asked with mild interest.
"Well Jack rang an hour ago, wanting Owen down in London." He shrugged. "I have no idea why, but he wanted a lot of medicine."
Gwen frowned at this information. "Well he's alright isn't he?"
"Yes, it's that friend he went to see." Ianto informed her, but was distracted from saying anything more as the hub door once again opened and Owen stepped in.
He gave a croaked greeting to them, still looking half asleep and went to get his stuff, carrying a large rucksack with him to put it all in. Ten minutes later he re-emerged with a yawn, the rucksack over his shoulder. "Well, I'd better be off then." He said, walking towards the exit.
"Wait!" Gwen called. "Maybe I should go with you."
Owen turned to her and raised his eyebrows. "I do know how to get to London on my own thanks."
000
Back in London on the Powell Estate, The Doctor had calmed down, and for now was feeling much better. He and Jack were sat on the sofa in the living room, eating cereal.
Jack had informed him that Owen was on his way down, to which The Doctor complained loudly, saying that he was fine now and didn't need medical attention. Jack of course ignored this, and paid to heed to it.
As he finished his food The Doctor looked over to Jack. "So, where are we going to go today, until that guy of yours gets here?"
"Nowhere," Jack answered, not even glancing at him.
"Nowhere?" The Doctor repeated, not expecting that.
"Nope, you're ill, you're staying in," Jack told him in a stern voice, and then resisted the urge to shudder when he realized just how much he sounded like someone's mother.
"Aww, but that's boring," The Doctor complained, too used to having all sorts of wild adventures to just sit around a flat.
"Well," Jack gave him a suggestive grin. "We could always wait in the bedroom, and see if we can manage to find someway of entertaining ourselves."
The Doctor suddenly found himself wanting to do something completely out of character. A smile creeping onto his face, The Doctor slowly got up and stepped the few feet towards Jack. The grin still on his face he sat down, on Jack's lap.
Jack gave a small, sharp intake of breath, not having expected that. He watched with held breath as The Doctor leaned forwards, and paused, millimetres from his lips. Jack stared at the brown eyes in front of his and licked his lips, holding onto The Doctor's waist.
Slowly The Doctor bent his head just a little further. However, his head went to the side and his lips became level with Jack's ear, his hot breath making Jack flush lightly. Quietly The Doctor whispered in his ear, "Sorry baby, I'm ill remember." He pulled back quickly, a large grin on his face, feeling rather proud of himself.
Jack could only splutter as The Doctor stood, picked up his bowl, and took it into the kitchen. As Jack was trying to get his head round what had just happened, The Doctor was laughing away, picturing Jack's face when he said that.
"Hell no is he getting away with that," Jack said to himself. He stood and made his way into the kitchen. The Doctor looked up as he entered and gave the man a large cocky smile, but before he could say a word Jack was in front of him, slid a hand round the back of his head, and kissed him.
It was only lips; Jack bent his head slightly to the side and pushed The Doctor's back against the counter, moving his lips rhythmically against The Doctor's. After only a few seconds Jack pulled away. "Never try to out-flirt me Doc, you know I'll just end up getting my way."
The Doctor felt his cheeks redden as he tried to find words. For the first time in his over 900-year life, he was completely speechless. Him, speechless! He watched, lost for words as Jack grinned and made his way back to the living room.
Jack had kissed him before, on Satellite Five, but it was nothing like that. Then it was just as a friend, a friend saying goodbye, but that, that, well, The Doctor wasn't sure what that was. And he didn't like not knowing. He presumed that it was Jack just being Jack; he hoped it was to. In no way did he want to wind up in a relationship, he'd done that before, now look at them – all either dead or gone. And he was left completely alone. He didn't want to, couldn't, do that again. Still, it was most likely just Jack being his usual self.
In the living room Jack sat back down with a grin; dammit The Doctor was a good kisser. He'd enjoyed that to, more than he'd care to admit. Jack had never been lucky when it came to love, and so he always avoided it. The few times he had opened up his heart, he just came away miserable. That's why he liked a one-night stand, or just someone for a short time before moving on. Still, there was nothing to worry about; he knew The Doctor felt the same way, if not more unwilling.
And so, in the two separate rooms, both came to the same conclusion at the same time - "I'll just pretend that it never happened."
000
Three hours later, Jack and The Doctor were watching TV (oh so human), when a knock came at the door. Figuring it'll be Owen Jack went to get it. As expected, Owen walked in a few seconds later, holding a large black rucksack, not alone Jack saw, as Gwen closely followed him. "This had better be worth the journey," Owen warned, shifting the bag in his hand. "You got me up at quarter past six in the bloody morning, made me drive all the way down here, and, to top it off Gwen insisted on coming, so I had to listen to her nag all the way."
"I was not nagging," Gwen defended with a snap, then turned a smiling face to her boss. "Hey Jack."
Laughing slightly Jack greeted them, and led them into the living room where The Doctor peered at them curiously. "Hello," He smiled, "I'm The Doctor."
Gwen smiled back and gave a wave; Owen just grunted. "So I take it you're ill." He sighed, and added to himself in a low voice, "Doesn't look urgent to me, bloody Jack." He dropped down his bag on the floor and sighed again. "What's wrong with you?"
The Doctor shrugged lightly. "Not sure what it's called. But it was some sort of powder from the Devinea." He went on to explain his symptoms.
"Devinea? I'm not sure I've heard of them. What where you doing at the time?"
"Teaching the Leader how to floss," The Doctor replied, as though it was an everyday sort of thing.
Owen and Gwen just stared at him dumbly for a few seconds; Jack coughed to cover up a laugh and The Doctor smiled pleasantly.
"You err, what?" Owen asked again, thinking maybe he'd miss heard.
"Teaching the Devinea Leader about flossing." The Doctor repeated, not understanding why they seemed so surprised; other races had to look after their teeth too.
Deciding it was best to leave it, Owen carried on. "Can you describe what the alien was like, so I might be able to get an idea of what were dealing with?" He half dreaded the answer; the man would probably come out with something like, "Big, squishy, cute and funny."
Still with a pleasant smile on his face The Doctor nodded. "They're a lot like wolf spider's actually, in looks and body organs. Like a wolf spider, it has two body segments: a fused head and thorax and an unsegmented abdomen. Its fused head and thorax include its central nervous system, eyes which are a very pretty purple, fang-like mouthparts (huge they are), though many more teeth than a spider, around 2 thousand, and huge venom glands, much more dangerous than any animal on Earth - its poison can melt metal and will kill you in two seconds flat. Its abdomen holds its three hearts and breathing organs: six lungs, digestive system, (huge too you know, they can really eat), and at the tip, where spiders have several silk-producing spinnerets, they have around twenty liquid iron-like producing spinnerets. They've got twenty-two legs, eleven on each side, equipped with sensitive hairs that help detect air disturbances, a change in weather, movement and I'm pretty sure it acts kind of like a lie detector machine - they always seem to know when someone's lying. Anyway, they're dark blue in colour, but have dark red strips running all across their body and legs, and orangish colouration on the face. They live up in the highest point of the mountains back on their planet and stand at about seventeen feet tall."
All three humans were left staring open mouthed, gaping at him. "And you tried to teach it how to floss?" Gwen said in disbelief.
"I know," The Doctor nodded, continuing to smile. "When I was young they used to scare the Staazula out of me. I don't mind them now though."
Not sure what to say to that Owen pointed towards his bag. "I'll just see what I have." He hurried off towards his bag and began to rummage threw it.
While he was doing that Gwen decided to make conversation. "So," she asked The Doctor. "How long have you known Jack?"
"Well, we met it 1941, so if you count it from there sixty-six years, but it's really only been two." The Doctor told her, much to her confusion.
"1941? But nether of you would have been alive then."
Realising that she must not know about Jack's past, The Doctor just grinned, shrugged his shoulders and didn't respond.
"We met in London." Jack quickly put in. "Rose, who travels around a lot with The Doctor, got in a bit of trouble, I helped her out and she ended up taking me to see The Doctor."
Accepting that, but making sure to make a mental note of what The Doctor said about 1941, Gwen continued pleasantly. "So why do people call you Doctor, what's your real name?"
The Doctor once again shrugged. "Just The Doctor, that's my name." He said, scratching the top of his ear.
"But you must have a real name," Gwen said, not believing that he didn't.
"Nope." He smiled. "Just Doctor."
Before anything more could be said Owen came back over, a few vials in his hands. "These should do," He declared. "We have mesalamine to treat ulcerative colitis, proctitis, and proctosigmoiditis in necessary. Agalsidase beta, but just in case we need to reduce deposits of globotriaosylceramide. Alprazolam Tablets, for the frantic thrashing around. Various types of medicine for poisoning. Pain medication. Muscle relaxants. Blood pressure drugs. And a load of stuff that I have no idea what it's called because it's not from this planet, I do know what it does however… You're not allergic to horses are you? That could cause a side affect with some of that stuff."
The Doctor shook his head. "Nope, I have a horse, Arthur, he's from France."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "You called a horse Arthur?"
"What's wrong with that?" He frowned.
"Nothing," Jack said with a small grin. "Just seems a bit odd for an animal."
Owen interrupted the conversation by shoving some pills in The Doctor's hand. "Swallow."
Gwen handed him a glass of water, which he took gratefully. He gave the pills an ugly face, but threw them in his mouth with a gulp of water.
Satisfied he'd swallowed them, Owen instructed him to remove his jacket. The Doctor shrugged it off, keeping it close to him as though he thought someone would try to steal it. Owen took his right arm and began to feel for a vein. "Make your hand into a fist and keep on doing it." After a minute had passed, he let The Doctor's hand fall back to his side and took his left arm. "That's better." He pulled out a few needles and looked up at The Doctor. "This may sting a little." Giving him no time to reacted Owen carefully inserted the needle, pushing the medication into his blood stream. He gave it a minute, and then did the same with another medicine. A few minutes later several different types of medication were flowing through The Doctor's system. "You may feel some light headedness, that's normal."
The Doctor nodded; he certainly did feel light headed. He took in a breath but immediately exhaled sharply as a throbbing pain stabbed at his head. He doubled over, his head in his hands. He could feel the colour drain from his face, leaving him a deathly white. Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. He sat back up to see three concerned faces looking at him; he gave them a bright smile. A second later he shot forwards again, not even noticing when he fell off the sofa. He was on the floor, madly gasping for breath as red hot pain shot through him - every part of his body felt as though it was on fire, his insides twisting, ripping apart. He wanted to scream out in pain, he wanted to just black out, but couldn't speak from pain, couldn't escape it in unconsciousness.
"He's having a reaction!" He heard Owen shout from somewhere above him, but the words meant nothing to him, he didn't even understand them, the pain had taken over his brain and it was all he could think.
He saw flashes of faces above him, could hear Jack shouting at Owen, Owen shouting back, Gwen shouting at both of them.
The Doctor took in a large breath then let out a blood-curdling scream. The pain was so bad. He'd probably not hurt this much if he was dipped in acid. Finally, finally his eyesight began to darken, the images becoming fuzzy. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Jack's scared face.
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Hope you liked.
Aww, I didn't like writing that first and last part, poor Doctor. Hehe they kissed, I wasn't gonna put that in this chapter, I was just gonna do the bit with The Doctor teasing Jack, but I was in a good mood, so I thought, what the hell! The title of this chapter is also a Gallifrey saying. Aren't wolf-spider's so cute! I want a pet Devinea.
Forgot to say, this story is set after Girl in the Fireplace as Mickey is still here and I wanted that bit with Arthur in. Not sure which bit of Torchwood it is…
Do not use those medicines all together at home! Lol. I'm guessing it wouldn't end well. But this is just a story, pretend its ok to mix lol. I did study medicine for a year, but that was because I had to, and I just switched off, ready to slit my wrists from boredom, just for something to do :P
My kitten's eyes began to open a few days ago! Their sooooo sweet!