A/N:No one has reviewed...again.sighWhatever. I'm going to keep posting wheather anyone reads it or not. But it would be nice to know someones interested.sigh

Anyway, here's chapter ten. And another firmilure face will be turning up, so watch out.

On with the show, I suppose...

A Breif Meeting With Yourself

Now he had really screwed things up. Jack must really hate him now. And he had the right. He had shouted at him, he had shoved him up against the TARDIS, he had made his lip bleed and he thought he may have blamed Jack for almost causing a paradox. He wasn't sure; it was all a little blurry. He had also kissed Jack. The Doctor touched his fingers to his lips. He had kissed Jack. It had been different to last time. Last time he had just let Jack kiss him. But this time…this time he had grabbed Jack and kissed him. And it had been amazing. It was like no kiss he had ever had before. His brain had completely shut off and all that had mattered was Jack. Kissing Jack, touching him, being in him. Or have Jack in him, it didn't matter to him which. He would have fucked Jack right there in the street.

But then he had come to his senses. Jack had asked what he was doing and he didn't know. So he had run away. Why did he keep running away? He was still running now. Well not running, walking at a brisk pace. A very brisk pace.

It hadn't been being shoved on to the ground that had brought him round though. It had been the look in Jack's eyes. The Time Agent turned con man turned hero turned immortal turned Torchwood 3 leader had looked at him with such questioning eyes. Jack's eyes had never been able to hide anything. His whole life was mapped out in his eyes, all the love, all the loss, all the pain. It hurt the Doctor to look into those eyes, to see all that pain, knowing that he had caused a fair amount of it. And the endless amount of love in those eyes hardly made up for all the things the Doctor knew he'd put Jack through.

He had forgotten. Being away from Jack he had forgotten how fantastic he was, forgotten how much those eyes could say. He had forgotten how much he cared for Jack. The last time he'd seen him he had been too overwhelmed, too confused, to ashamed to realise but now it all came flooding back. The late nights spent working on the TARDIS, the casual flirting, the stolen glances, the lingering touches.

That was why he hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. The Doctor realised now that Jack place was in the TARDIS, with him. Jack was an anomaly in time; he was connected to the TARDIS. Jack was meant to be with him. The Doctor and the Captain. Why had it taken him this long to understand that? They belonged together, travelling, saving the universe from untold destruction. That was what they were both best at.

Of course now he had screwed it all up.

Why was he behaving like such an idiot? He was intelligent, extremely intelligent actually. So why was he acting like this?

Because you care about him.

It was the TARDIS in his mind again. He was sure she had been listening the whole time to everything he had been thinking.

"Of course I care about him. That's what I just said, well, thought. But I cared about Rose too, I wasn't like this with her." the street he was walking down was deserted. The Germans were still flying over head. No one was around to hear him talking-as it would appear to anyone else-to himself. He was walking purposely but he had no concept of where he was or where he was going.

Oh you were just as much an idiot, you just kept it to yourself.

"Well why can't I do that with Jack? It would make everything simpler."

Maybe, but for must of the time you and Rose were together she didn't know how you felt about her. At least Jack has a bit if a clue. Although, it might help if you told him how you feel because right now he thinks that all you want from him is sex, if that.

"He thinks all I want is sex? He's the famous/infamous Captain Jack, player in every sense of the word."

He has changed; he considers others feelings more now. And that kiss did mislead him a bit.

He Doctor thought back to the kiss. As amazing and sexy as it had been, there had been not love in it. There had been need, desperation, anger, pain, everything else, but no love.

Jack thought all he wanted to do was fuck him and then dump him back in Cardiff? That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted more than that. He wanted…he wanted to make love to Jack. He wanted to take Jack in his arms and kiss him and caress him and never let him go.

The Doctor stopped dead in his tracks. Was he in love with Jack Harkness?

That's what I've been trying to tell you all this time.

"Shut it!" the Doctor was trying to think. If he was right-and he was pretty sure he was because lets face it, he was almost always right-then the chances were that his hearts were going to get broken. Jack was a natural born cheater. And it had hurt him so much losing Rose. It would be perfectly illogical to start anything with Jack.

He turned and started to run full pelt back the way he had come. At this moment he didn't care about logic. He loved Jack, he was sure of that now. He was going to go back to the TARDIS, take Jack in his arms and show him just how much he really did care. And then…he wasn't sure but he would figure that out later.

He was so cot up in his thoughts that he ran straight into someone going the other way. This person had broad shoulder and was wearing a worn black leather jacket. He also had a rather prominent nose and ears, and startlingly blue eyes.

"Hey, watch it." said the man. He looked at the Doctor with curiosity.

Oh no, not again, the Doctor groaned inwardly.

His last regeneration was still looking at his funnily. "You should really get inside mate, there's an air raid on."

He just nodded dumbly.

"Right well, can't stand her chatting all night. Work to do." he started to walk away.

The Doctor stared after his own retreating back. He was torn. He felt as if he should follow himself. Look out for him, even though he knew that nothing was going to happen to him. But what about Jack?

Jack is looking for you. He'll still find you if you follow yourself.

"Why is Jack looking for me?" the Doctor was momentarily distracted by the mention if the other man.

Because he cares about you and he thinks you're in danger.

"Why does he think I'm in danger?"

Because I told him you were.

"You were in his head? Why did you tell him I was in danger?"

So he would think you needed him. He was feeling confused and worthless. Oh, and I gave him your sonic screwdriver.

"What! What did you do that for?" he checked his pockets and his screwdriver was nowhere to be found.

I had to. It was the only way to convince him that you were defenceless. He's looking for you right now. He thinks he's going to charge in and be the hero and you will realise that Torchwood didn't turn him evil.

"I already know that."

But he doesn't know you know that, that's the problem.

"This is confusing."

Yes it is, get used to it. Now go follow yourself. I'll make sure Jack finds you.

The Doctor smiled. "I really do have the best ship anyone could ever ask for."

Yes you do. The TARDIS agreed.

The Doctor's smile widen. He turned back to where he had been. His 9th incarnation was nowhere to be seen but he wasn't worried. After all, he knew how this night was going to end. This was the night his life had changed. Most defiantly for the better.