When The Doctor Needs A Doctor
Beta - I Shot The Sheriff
Sorry for the delay in updating, I've been really busy, then me and a friend randomly decided to go away for a few days, so to try and make up for it, I've done an extra long chapter. Hope you like it.
Chapter 6: Sentiment
Jack and The Doctor spun around to face Gwen's upset and confused face. "Your leaving?" She repeated, eyes fixed on Jack.
Jack glanced at The Doctor, hoping for some help, but the Time Lords eyes were firmly fixed of Gwen. Turning back to her Jack sighed. "Well I didn't count on staying at Torchwood for ever. I'm sorry Gwen, it's just, you wouldn't understand what it's like out there."
"Out where?" Gwen managed through her shock. "What don't I understand…No," She shook her head. "No, it doesn't matter; it's none of my business. I need to get going anyway; I have to check something out." She quickly turned away from him, but not fast enough as Jack saw tears forming in her eyes, and hurriedly headed out of the hub.
Jack watched her go, unable to think of anything to say.
"Well that didn't go very well," The Doctor stated.
"Thanks for pointing that out, Doc," Jack said sarcastically.
"No problem," The Doctor grinned, not having realised he was being sarcastic, or perhaps just to annoy him, Jack wasn't sure which. "It is a shame though, I like Gwen; she reminds me of Rose."
Lucky, nobody else had heard them, as Jack didn't feel like explaining anything to the members of Torchwood yet, he'd put it off until Gwen returned.
Jack sighed, and finished giving The Doctor the tour.
"Owen?" Tosh called, not taking her eyes off of the computer screen.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking over to her.
"Come and look at this!" She waved him over, indicating the computer. "Why didn't we realise?"
With a slight frown of confusion Owen made his way over to her, and bent slightly to be level with her screen. "Bloody Hell!"
"What's going on?" Ianto asked, coming to stand with them.
Tosh glanced at him, and checked behind him, where she could see Jack and The Doctor, out of hearing range.
"Look here. According to these records this Doctor is Torchwood's number one enemy, banished by Queen Victoria in 1879, saying that 'their world is steeped in terror and blasphemy and yet they consider it fun'."
"Who is 'their'?" Ianto asked, looking over what Tosh had read for himself. "Jack?"
"Maybe Rose," Owen suggested, remembering the name. "Or all three of them."
"Hold on." Tosh muttered and began to type away, keeping to that page, trying to dig up more information. "Here." She pointed to the screen a minute later. "'Sir Doctor of TARDIS and Dame Rose of the Powell Estate'. Sounds like just the two of them. It seems the Queen knighted them, and then banished them immediately after."
"But why would she do that?" Owen questioned. "Where's the logic behind that?"
"Well there isn't any really." A voice interrupted them. Jumping slightly they turned round with guilty expressions to find The Doctor smiling at them, and Jack just behind him, looking half annoyed, half amused. "We saved her from a were-wolf, well, saved in the fact that she didn't die," The Doctor shrugged. "She did however get a little scratch on her wrist. And yes, for once Hollywood got something right, that does turn you into one yourself. And so, incase you haven't figured it out yet, the Royal family are were-wolves." The shocked looks didn't seem to effect The Doctor at all. "So then, as Rose and I were having quite a bit of fun with the situation, oh, that were-wolf was beautiful, first time I've ever seen one in real life, which, I've got to say is saying something for me, well, anyway, a few, er, maybe a little more than a few people died, so Queen Victoria saw us as dangerous, I guess she just knighted us because we saved her life. Seriously, she couldn't wait to get rid of us… Very rude."
000
Gwen sighed heavily; maybe she'd reacted too drastically. She'd always known that Jack held some huge secrets. "The right kind of Doctor," she muttered to herself as she walked the streets of Cardiff. It was that man he always talked about; and as that was so, maybe it was only right that Jack went with him, maybe he was meant to. Besides, who was she to tell Jack what to do? They were friends, she was meant to think what's best for him, not her. Making up her mind Gwen turned on her heel, heading back to the hub.
000
Gwen entered the base to find everyone around Tosh's computer, talking. "What's going on?" She asked, making her presents known. Jack looked at her - the look in his eyes spoke volumes, wondering if she was okay, unseen by anyone else other than The Doctor she gave him a small smile. Jack in return shot her a quick grin.
"Apparently," Owen said, enjoying himself. "Jack's good friend here is Torchwood's most wanted, and if anyone ever found out that he's here, and walking around freely, we'd lose more than our jobs."
Gwen looked at The Doctor, shock written on her face. "Why? What did you do?"
"Saved Queen Victoria from death." The Time Lord smiled.
She was obviously confused as to how this would make him wanted, and so Owen decided to speak before she did. He'd already heard the story, and he wanted to know more, not listen to the same thing again. "So, have you and Jack shagged?"
Everyone stared at him for a few seconds, eyebrows raised slightly, and Ianto gave a snort of irritation, sounding quite jealous as he glared in The Doctor's direction.
"No." Jack answered, sounding amused. "Besides he and Rose always had a thing."
"What thing?" The Doctor questioned. "We're completely un-thingy, not a single thing between us, never was a thing, and there never will be a thing. Besides, if there was a thing, which there isn't, Jackie would castrate me!"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, it's obvious you and Rose have something, a chemistry, you could see it when your together, and in that dance."
"What, so I can't dance now unless I want to shag that person?" The Doctor rolled his eyes.
"Yep," Jack grinned with a nod of his head.
The Doctor stared at him for a few long seconds. "OK, maybe for a while I may have been slightly attracted to her, but I got over it, and besides, that was the other me."
"Other you?" Tosh asked in confusion.
The Doctor nodded. "Yeah, I used to look different." He kept it simple; the whole regeneration process would take too long to explain.
"Jack?" Gwen said. When they'd been talking about Rose, it reminded her about something The Doctor had said back in London. "The Doctor said something about the two of you meting in 1941."
This got everyone's attention, as they looked between The Doctor and Jack. "But that's impossible." Tosh reasoned.
"Improbable." The Doctor corrected. "What was the chance of flying round space, finding a mauve metal cylinder, chasing it down to Earth to find out its mutating people and its this stupid apes fault as he just did a half arsed job?" He jabbed his thumb in Jack's direction at the 'stupid ape' part, and ended the little speech with a snort. However a look of amusement was evident on his face.
"W-what do you mean?" Tosh asked, completely shocked.
"Put it this way - in 1941 Jack almost destroyed the whole of the human race, and if it wasn't for me you lot wouldn't even have been born."
"Hey!" Jack interrupted. "I helped put everyone right to! And Rose." He added.
The Doctor shrugged. "Yes you did, but it was your fault to begin with."
"Oh come on Doc, give me a little slack, I was willing to die for that, and I was about to too."
"Until," The Doctor grinned. "I once again helped you, and I saved your life."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Gezz, if I'd known you'd be like this about it I'd have told you to leave me to get blown up."
The Doctor gave him charming smile. "Yes, but for some odd reason Rose liked you."
"Oh, so that is all I was there for, because Rose liked me?" Jack said back. It was friendly banter, just for the fun of an argument. "Thanks a lot."
"Well, I suppose you did come in handy at times." The Doctor shrugged. "Like with the Slitheen, those insane 16th Century Japanese warriors and the Daleks."
"Wait, wait!" Gwen quickly put in before everyone became too confused. "How exactly were you in 1941?"
"Rose and I are time travellers," The Doctor smiled pleasantly, as though it was a normal, everyday type of job.
"How about you?" Owen asked Jack.
Jack hesitated for a few seconds, and then began to speak, choosing his words carefully. "I used to work for something called the Time Agency, and so I travelled back and forwards in time for various work."
"The Time Agency?" Tosh looked at Jack. "But what is that, its something I've never heard of, and I most certainly never heard about a time travel machine."
"That's because time travel doesn't exist yet," Jack sighed, not at all happy about telling them so much. "I know that you've all tried to find out more about me, where I'm from, when I was born. But you never found anything, and you never will, because I haven't even been born yet. This isn't my time."
The room went silent for a while, and nobody noticed through Jack's speech when The Doctor took an empty seat, a hand clutching his chest.
"So, so when are you from?" Ianto asked.
Jack shook his head. "It doesn't matter."
In his seat The Doctor tried to sit straight, but sharp jabbing pains kept on stabbing at his hearts. He tried his best to ignore it, but the pain was cutting off his breath and his eyes began to sting.
"So where's he from?" Ianto asked, jerking his thumb in The Doctor's general direction without looking.
"Far away, further than me."
"Well that's helpful," Owen muttered sarcastically.
Still nobody noticed The Doctor as he was bent over, arms wrapped around his chest tightly, as though trying unsuccessfully to relieve himself of even the slightest bit of pain. "J-J-Ja-," He gasped, but it came out so quiet he was just wasting what little breath he had in his lungs. The pain in his hearts was worsening and his eyes were watering badly, his mouth dry and his lungs felt empty.
"Yes it is isn't it?" Jack replied, just as sarcastic. "Besides, its not my place to say."
"So you two never, erm," Ianto began, trying to find the right words. "You never had anything, before, before Torchwood. I mean, you mentioned something about being with an alien."
Jack sighed, how many times? "No, I told you, he always had a thing for Rose, I don't care what he says, I know he does. Besides," he grinned, "aliens, plural…and The Doctor has never been quiet for this long."
Surprised, everyone spun round on their heels to see The Doctor, almost off of his chair, looking half choked, trying unsuccessfully to breathe.
"Doc!" Jack grabbed him, holding him up, looking into his malaise face. "Owen!" Jack shouted, but there was no need, he was already finding what he needed to help.
Owen ran back a minute later with many things to help him breathe and two tablets of aspirin. Without waiting to tell anyone what he was doing or taking the time out of get The Doctor's, consent Owen had rammed a respiratory tube down his throat and injected him with some form of liquid. As The Doctor began to calm down, Owen went to give him the aspirin, but The Doctor saw what it was and resisted, pushing Owen's hand away. "No," He gasped with difficulty, partly due to the fact of the tube.
"Its just aspirin," Owen told him. "It'll help with the pain."
The Doctor shook his head furiously, and pulled the tube from his mouth. "It's deadly to my kind, one tablet would kill me. I can't even touch the stuff!"
"Okay, okay," He pulled back his hand and quickly disposed of the tablets. "Stay in pain."
The Doctor frowned at him. "Rather pain than death."
"Or regeneration." Jack put in.
The Doctor shook his head. "Nope, it'll cause a pulmonary and cerebral embolism severe enough to prevent regeneration."
"It's that deadly to you?" Jack questioned in surprise. "It does human's wonders."
"Yes well, I'm not human."
"Actually Doctor," Owen said. "Could I talk to you about your biology? It's like nothing I've ever seen before, I'm sure Tosh would like to hear too."
The Doctor studied him for a minute. "Only if you don't keep any records of what I say," he bargained.
Owen looked put out for a minute, but without even trying he knew it was the only way he'd ever discover anything. "Deal." He shook the Time Lord's hand,
and ran off to fetch something from his lab.
He returned two minutes later and everyone bent over to see what he had. There were two sheets, one an x–ray of The Doctor's skeleton, the other his general biology. "Let's start with the bone structure." Owen began immediately. "Now, your skeleton is almost identical to a humans, except that you have two extra ribs."
"Yep." The Doctor nodded. "Mostly to help with all the organs."
Owen nodded. "Which brings us onto the next thing, you have two of most of the organs that humans have only one of, and 4 of the organs that humans have only two of."
The Doctor nodded, as Tosh, Gwen, Ianto and Jack watched on, giving their undivided attention. "That's true; however, I only have one liver."
"And you have more than one stomach." Owen added.
"Yeah, means that I'm not as vulnerable to malnutrition as Humans are. Despite this, my metabolism is relatively close to a humans and I can eat the same foods. I can easily go for a week without food and sometimes sit in thought for days with out food or water… 40 days without food and water will make a me delirious however."
"How does food and drink affect you?" Tosh asked, absolutely fascinated.
The Doctor paused to think about it for a while. "Well, food does the same to me as you; got to eat to live, just not quite so much. It's the same for drinks too, unless you're talking about alcohol. For me, I can't become drunk or suffer the effects of hallucinogens unless I want to, and thus can easily drink 10 pints of beer."
"That explains it," Jack muttered to himself, but everyone heard, causing Gwen and The Doctor to grin. Then he said a little louder, "Couldn't you have told me that before I spent so much?"
The Doctor gave him a cheeky grin. "Nope, I knew the reason you wanted me drunk."
"Oh please," Jack scoffed. "I don't need to get you drunk for that."
"You just keep telling yourself that," The Doctor laughed.
"God knows why Jack took any liking in him," Ianto mumbled to himself. "Some weird alien."
"Yeah, yeah, no one's bothered about what you to get up to in your spare time," Owen said to Jack and The Doctor, nobody having heard Ianto. "Now, your internal body temperature is 15-16 degrees Celsius. However, your skin temperature is only a little below the human norm."
"That's true. I've got to say I really don't feel that comfortable in a room over 20 degrees Celsius. However, having said that, as adults my people were capable of withstanding extreme temperatures at both ends of the scales. I can remain conscious in the -270 degrees Celsius cold atmosphere of space for 6 minutes and can withstand 200 degree C for up to 3 minutes."
"That's amazing," Gwen said in wonder.
Owen was already ready for the next bit. "Your biology and blood system differs, and your growth rate of hair, although it projects from the epidermis, though it grows from hair follicles deep in the dermis like a humans, it seems, like, I don't know, meant for something other than temperature control and warmth."
"When trained, my people could control their adrenaline, blood-sugar levels, heart rate, respiration, and perspiration; I can do this. I can even switch off any of my organs at will. My people also have control over the speed and location of our hair growth. I can grow hair faster then humans or stop the growth completely." He then turned to Jack. "Jack have you ever noticed that my skin smells like honey?"
"Yeah, I did actually," The ex-Time Agent nodded. "Always thought it made you seem a bit girly. Rose and I always used to come up with ideas for this. I said you probably just like the smell, but she always insisted that you did it because you liked to have people lick you."
"Thanks," He said dryly. "In fact it's like that for a purpose; it has extra subdural and subcutaneous layers. This makes my skin very resistant to radiation, physical damage, to poison ivy, sunburns, and tanning."
"Anything else… alien-y?" Tosh asked, not quite finding the right words.
"Of course, I'm much more advanced than you apes. I can erect non-porous barriers around my nose, ears and eyeballs that prevent any intrusion on the molecular level. This allows me to remain conscious for 6 minutes and survive up to 20 minutes in space unprotected. I can also remain conscious when exposed to G-forces that would kill a human such as you," He boasted.
"So modest," Jack said sarcastically. "What about sleep?" He questioned with a sudden though. "Except for that time at Rose's when I had to wake you up, I've never seen you sleep, and I remember once Rose saying the same thing."
The Doctor nodded his head. "I was asleep because I was ill, yes. Normally I will only have one hour of sleep every 2 days, because for me 20 minutes is equivalent to 8 hours for a human. Some of my people could get by on a decade of sleep every 100 years…Well, when I say sleep, its not quite to same as for your kind, for me it's a self-induced sleep trance in which breathing, heart beat, and brain activity are all reduced to an absolute minimum."
"Do you dream?" Gwen asked curiously.
The Doctor turned a little red at this, as though he wasn't sure what to say. But then again, why not? He shouldn't have to feel embarrassed. "Rarely." He began, still with a light shade of red on his cheeks. "Common for my people, when I do, I sometimes dream of choosing my next body, being able to fly, and, er, becoming the opposite sex, and bearing children."
Jack began to laugh; he couldn't help it. "You dream of being a woman!" He howled, trying to picture The Doctor in drag, sending him into hysterics as an image of the Time Lord in a frilly pink dress, high heels and waving a handbag floated into his thoughts. "What colour lipstick, honey-boy?"
The Doctor had returned to a nice shade of red as he glared at the other man. "It was only twice," He muttered.
Jack forced himself to calm down, but still had a crazy grin on his face. "Anything else?" He chuckled.
The Doctor shrugged, and then gave a complaisant smile. "I have to urinate every few days."
Jack snorted in amusement, as everyone else looked a little putout.
"Anything else, or have you finished?" The Doctor asked Owen politely.
"Well, we've heard of your biology, but what about your planet, what's it like. What are your people like? What sort of things do you get up to? And, most importantly, what are you? What is the name of your species called?"
The smile fell from The Doctor's face immediately, a sad gaze overcoming him, his eyes downcast. Talking about his biology was fine, he could do that, but the rest was to painful, he wasn't ready for that, especially to a load of people (excluding Jack) that he'd only met a few hours ago. Already these people knew more about him than Rose did, and these were meant to be his enemy. Well, he was completely benign, but he wasn't too sure about them.
Luckily for him Jack knew how he felt about him talking about the other Time Lords and (or) Gallifrey, and so he shifted in his stance. "That's enough for today," He declared. "Encase you've forgotten, you all should be working."
"Right, yeah sorry," Tosh said, and began to go back to her pervious work.
Owen shrugged his shoulders and headed back to the lab and Ianto left to file some reports.
It was only Jack, The Doctor and Gwen left now. "Jack, could you come and look at something?" The Welsh woman asked. "It's a report I received from the police a few hours ago. It seems that yesterday a body was found, with 'strange' markings on their skin, which are not tattoos."
With a nod Jack began to follow her, then paused and looked back at The Doctor who was left stood, not really sure what to do. "You coming?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
000
"Know it?"
The Doctor bent down to examine the body, taking in the human like appearance, apart from the fact that its teeth were sharp and pointed, and all across its skin was pale blue markings. "Galze." He announced. "A peaceful race, no idea what it's doing on Earth, they usually prefer to stay on their own planet with their family. Not really known for travelling the stars."
Jack looked over the body, only the face was showing, the rest covered by a body bag. "Looks like he's an exception then."
"She," The Doctor corrected. Jack looked at the face again, a strong jaw line, and a masculine face. "The female's are much more butch and larger. They have a wider shoulder width, are taller and have a deeper voice," He paused now, thinking for a few minutes. "Most of the Galze bare children as soon as they reach adulthood, and for the rest of their life they'll remain close along with their mate. And so, I'm thinking, if she's here then most likely so are a male and children. If so we need to find them."
Jack nodded. "You said they were peaceful, but on a different world, will they stay like that?"
The Doctor nodded. "Should do. We need to find them to help; our best chance of finding them would be somewhere out of the way of people, somewhere secluded. An abandoned warehouse or in the sewers. Come on." They zipped back up the body bag and headed out of the room.
Once back in the SUV Jack got in contact to inform the rest of the Torchwood team what they'd found out, and that they'd be back in a few hours.
"There's a large warehouse two miles away, been empty for years, I guess we should start there," Jack said as he started up the motor.
Ten minutes later into the journey The Doctor was bored of the silence. "So, Jack, how long have you been working for Torchwood?"
"A while." He shrugged.
"Long while or little while?"
"…Long while."
"…Sorry."
Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Just how it worked out."
The Doctor sat back more into his seat and turned his head to look at Jack. "You know, I've got to say it was very surprising to see you when I woke up at Rose's. Wasn't expecting that in the slightest. I thought about coming here you know, coming to find you. I didn't think you'd want to... After the Game Station."
Jack glanced at him and then once again turned his attention to the road. "I always wanted you around, even when I was mad. I changed when I met you, changed for the better. What was there to life conning, cheating and flirting my way through time? Cause that's all I was; a cheat, but when I met you, you showed me a whole new way to live, showed me that I was better than what I believed for myself. And I know that you weren't to keen on me for a while, but you were so…different, unique. I loved that. You did so much good for the Universe, saved so many lives, it was amazing."
"I didn't save everyone's life; so many people died," He sighed.
"Of course they did." Jack nodded in agreement. "How could they not? It's not a game, you can't save every last person all of the time, that'd be impossible. Some just have to die."
"Like you," The Doctor mumbled, but Jack heard.
"Hey, I'm back now aren't I?" He gave the other man a grin, flashing his teeth.
The Doctor turned his head, so he wasn't facing Jack no more, instead looking straight ahead out of the windscreen. "But you're not meant to be." He whispered to himself, to quiet for Jack to hear.
"Here we are," Jack announced, pulling up. Both looked out of the window to see a large run down building with bordered up windows, cracks in the stone work and a closed metal gate keeping people out, a danger sigh hanging from it.
Stepping out of the SUV they went over, The Doctor pulling out his Sonic Screwdriver to open the gates. A moment later, the chain keeping it together fell to the floor.
"After you," The Doctor gave him a toothy grin. Jack stepped through, The Doctor a beat behind him. Reaching the building, Jack kicked in what little was left of the door and the pair walked in. The room was mostly empty, some rubble in one corner and an old cracked desk in another. The Doctor motioned to a door opposite them from which they entered. It was much darker in this room as the light from the now setting sun was unable to enter due to the bordered up windows.
"Where to?" Jack asked The Doctor who he knew had better eyesight.
Without a word, the Time Lord set off to the left, Jack close behind.
For the next few minutes they explored the building, with each room getting darker and darker, until Jack had to stay within inches of The Doctor to be able to see where he was going. "What's the matter? Afraid of the dark?" The Doctor cracked as Jack accidentally brushed his hand against his.
"I don't know," he said suggestively. "If I am do I get to hold hands?"
As he said that The Doctor was surprised when the thought sounded quite tempting. Holding Jack's hand sounded nice to him. However he didn't act out on that, instead giving a snort and a "Keep dreamin'." Just then a creak sounded and a muffled voice. The pair locked eyes for a few seconds, and set of to find the source of the noise.
Thankfully the room they ended up in had had its wooden windows smashed, and so the last rays of the sinking sun trickled in. The room was like the others, broken furniture and lots of dust. The main difference however was three figures crouched down together against the other wall, people with pale blue markings. The largest, obviously the male, was two thirds the size of the dead female back at the police station. The two children were young; looking to be around 5 and 8 years old. Unlike the adults, the children had bright gold eyes.
The adult male looked up as the pair came over. "Hello there. I'm The Doctor and this is Jack. We've come to help," he said kindly, noticing the youngest child sinking into his father's chest, scared of the new comers.
The adult regarded him, trying to figure out weather or not they were trustworthy. Finely he stood up, reaching about five foot seven. "I am Deyyilungbar."
"Hello Deyyilungbar. Care to get out of here and go home?"
Deyyilungbar shook his head. "Our ship was destroyed in a crash landing."
"Is there anyway to get in contact with someone?" Jack asked.
"I already have." Deyyilungbar told them. "But it's a field half a mile away were they are going to pick us up. To reach it we'll have to go near the people of Earth. Young Jakkar is ill also, I don't want to make him walk anywhere." He gestured to the younger one with the last part.
"We can take you," The Doctor offered. "Is there anyone else?"
A sad look overcame Deyyilungbar for a few seconds, before he shook it off. "My mate was killed in the crash, it is only us left."
"I'm sorry," The Doctor spoke softly.
"Come on, let's get going," Jack said while helping the Galze children to their feet. The group made there way back out of the building slowly, Deyyilungbar carrying the ill Jakkar, the other child, who was a girl called Calosoma, was on Jack's back.
Ten minutes later they exited the warehouse, stepping into the early night, a full moon and countless stars shining down on them. The three Galze piled into the back seat of the SUV as Jack and The Doctor took the front seats. Jack pulled off and headed in the direction Deyyilungbar had said they were leaving from.
It was only a two-minute drive and they were soon standing in the middle of a deserted field. "What time did they say they'd be hear?" Jack asked checking his watch.
"Nine twenty-seven, Wales Earth time."
"Four minutes," Jack informed them. He bent down and let Calosoma climb from his back, who then sat down on the grass, her brother going to sit with her.
As they were waiting, Jack spoke with Deyyilungbar and The Doctor hummed to himself, putting in a word every now and then.
Exactly four minutes later, a blinding white light flashed, quick as lightning. Everyone had shut their eyelids against the sudden assault, when they opened them it was to discover a pod before them. It was small, built for two, but large enough for the stranded family.
Deyyilungbar ushered his children into it, then turned to The Doctor and Jack. "Thank you."
"Oh, we hardly did anything." The Doctor waved him off. "Go on, have a safe trip back."
"Nice to meet you," Jack added in, shaking his hand.
Deyyilungbar nodded. "Same." And then stepped in after his children, shutting a clear dome over there heads, securing them in.
The pod roared into life and Jakkar and Calosoma waved as they set off, headed for the stars.
The Doctor and Jack watched until they were no longer visible before heading back to Torchwood.
000
They stepped into the hub to find it empty. Everyone had already gone home, the only sound being Myfanwy's flapping of wings above them. Both men removed their coats, leaving them on a railing.
"I feel cold," The Doctor said aloud, rubbing his hands over his arms. A dull pain came back to his hearts, but he chose to ignore this - the pain wasn't that bad.
"Then maybe you should have left your coat on," Jack mused.
The Doctor shook his head. "No, it's more of an internal cold. Like my flesh, not skin."
Jack gave him a worried look. "Maybe you should get some rest or something, you can take my bed if you like, I don't mind."
"Nah, thanks, but I'm not tired, Time Lord remember."
"If you're sure," Jack shrugged.
With nothing else better to do Jack took a seat, and The Doctor sat on a desk in front of him. "Hey, Jackwhat goes bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud, bang thud?"
"What?" He asked in confusion, what type of weird question was that?
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "It's a joke."
"Oh, right. No idea."
"A Time Lord committing suicide!" He cracked, but saw Jack's blank look and the grin faded. "Okay, bad joke."
"Just a little," Jack laughed good-naturedly.
"Oh well." He looked around the room for the next few minutes, nothing in particular catching his interest. After a while his eyes set on Myfanwy, just watching the pterodactyl gliding along lazily.
As The Doctor watched the dinosaur, Jack watched him. Although he did miss the old Doctor, he really liked this one to: the big mop of brown hair, slender and taller, large brown eyes and a cheeky grin. This Doctor was more lenient, laid back and had a love for fun. All to Jack's liking. But what would The Doctor think? No matter what he said Jack still firmly believed that The Doctor was in love, or falling in love, with Rose. Why would he be interested in Jack anyway? Sure he flirted back, but only because it was fun. They had that kiss in Rose's kitchen, but it had been Jack that kissed him, not the other way round. The Doctor would have only kissed back on reflex or just as an automatic response.
As he was lost in his thoughts he failed to notice The Doctor had seen his staring, and was now looking right back, a strange look on his face. "Jack?"
"Huh?" He jumped slightly, giving The Doctor a startled look.
"Are you okay?" He frowned, a look in his eyes Jack couldn't figure out.
"I'm fine." He paused for a few seconds and stared The Doctor in the eye. "Actually, no, I'm not. You see, I've just got a sudden urge to do this." Then, without another word Jack stood and stepped the little distance towards The Doctor, stopping when he was stood between the other man's partly spread legs. Without a thought Jack leaned into him, pressing his lips against The Doctor's, he wrapped one hand around The Doctor's waist, the other running through his thick messy hair. All he could think about was how good it felt to have him pressed against him, how right it felt as The Doctor's hand's reached up, wrapping around Jack's neck, pulling him closer. Jack relished in the taste of The Doctor as he parted his lips, letting Jack's tongue slid in, kissing him as though life depended on it. And right here, right now, for all The Doctor cared, it did. His hearts were beating furiously, a need for Jack, so strong that it almost scared him. His arms wrapped around Jack more tightly, pulling him so there chests were pressed flat against each other. Jack moaned softly in the back of his throat, loosing himself in the feeling of the man before him. By now Jack's hips were pressing hard into the desk, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All that he could feel was the other man, he never wanted to let go. A flame of emotion was burning inside of them, tenderness in their urgent touches. Excitement mixed in with desire. Dozens of emotions running through him, Jack reluctantly broke the kiss, needing air. As he pulled a slight way away from The Doctor Jack kept his eyes locked on his.
"Told you Rose and I don't have a thing." He whispered, forehead leaning against Jack's.
In response Jack grinned, then pulled him back against him and into another kiss.
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-A/N: Hope you liked.
Tonight, BBC121:55 Would I Lie to You? John Barrowman is on it.
Random fact: John Barrowman once had a piss in Prince Charles garden.