A/N:So first off thanks to gaia-x-goddess and incognitia for reviewing:-)

Secondly, please keep reviewing. PLEASE!

Okay so here's chapter eleven, hope you enjoy it. This is completely Jack's POV.

Finding The Doctor

Jack had been wandering around looking for the Doctor for fifteen minutes. He had been doing what the TARDIS had told him and following his instincts but so far it wasn't working. He turned another corner and looked around. It was just like the last one, deserted. He walked along it looking at the boarded up windows and piles of sandbags. The red flickers of light from explosions and fires made everything look eerie. He couldn't help thinking of the Doctor cowering in a corner completely helpless. He knew this was a stupid thought, the Doctor didn't cower. But he still sped up a bit. He supposed he had just gotten used to being the knight in shinning armour. The leader who always saved the day just in time. But in the TARDIS that was the Doctor's job. Jack wasn't sure what his place was. Was he just the eye candy? It reminded him of how he had felt when he had first started travelling with the Doctor and Rose. They were so close and he had felt a little awkward. But they had welcomed him in and completely included him. He had become one of the crew just like that. He had fit in. Looking back Jack realised that that had been the first time he had ever really fit in anywhere. Sure he could talk to anyone, seduce anyone, be anyone's friend. But before that had he had never completely fit in with anyone. The Doctor and Rose knew who he was and they loved him anyway. They hadn't known everything, of course. There wasn't a person alive that knew everything about him though. But they had come closer then anyone else ever had. Apart from maybe Grey. John had said he had found Grey. He couldn't have. He had to have been lying, except…

Who is Grey?

Jack was ripped from his thought of the past by the TARDIS in his head again. She had heard about Grey. Damn it.

"No one. Will you please stop invading my mind!"

If they're no one why does it matter if I heard about them?

"Just drop it okay." Jack was using that icy tone again and the TARDIS decided to drop it.

So you haven't found him yet?

"No."

I know where he is.

Jack stopped. "Where?"

The TARDIS was relived that his voice had gone back to normal. She hated when he used that tone.

He's down on the railway tracks headed towards the hospital. The one where the two of you first met.

Jack remembered it like it was yesterday. But he was surprised to find that, without realising it, that was the way he had been going. He shrugged and continued towards the railway tracks.

Do you love him, Jack?

The question made him stop. It was the question that had been plaguing him since the night they had met. Tonight, as it would happen. Visions of the Doctor popped into his head. The Doctor smiling, laughing. The Doctor running about saving the day. Sometimes when Jack looked into the Time Lord's eyes he saw the whole universe in them. Sometime all he saw was hatred and pain.

He remembered at the end of the universe the conversation they had had. Through the glass that separated them. Jack had thought at the time that it would always separate them. Now he didn't know. All the horrible things the Doctor had said. The way he had said it all so carelessly, even the bits about Rose.

When the Doctor had left him behind, when he had been without him, Jack had forgotten. He had hated the Doctor for what he had done to him. He had been desperate to get back to him but he had still hated him. He had forgotten what it was like to be with him. When Jack had seen him again it had all come back. All the adventures, all the fun and all the fights they had had. The hatred had melted away. Leaving what? He remembered the times they had stayed up all night repairing the TARDIS, the way they had flirted, the glances, the way casual little brushes of skin-on-skin had meant so much. Was he in love with the Doctor?

"Yes." he whispered.

That was a scary thought. But Jack just shook his head and continued walking. He had a Time Lord to find. He would think about all that later.

A few minutes later he was walking along the tracks. He kept his eyes pealed for any sign of danger. He suddenly realised that he had left his gun in his office.

"Shit!" he muttered under his breath. He fingered the sonic screwdriver in his pocket. It was oddly comforting. Like having a little piece of the Doctor with him.

He was coming up on an abandoned steam engine. It was rusting in a siding and standing beside it was a man in a black leather coat. He stopped dead. It was the Doctor, the last Doctor. This was bad. He couldn't let himself be seen. He should turn back. But what about the Doctor, his Doctor? His Doctor, it sounded good.

Before he had time to make a choice someone was grabbing him from behind and dragging him down behind a bush. Before Jack had time to react he was looking into chocolate brown eyes, eyes that contained the universe.

"Hello Jack." the Doctor smiled at him.

"Hello" was all Jack could say in responds.

Then both men's attention was drawn back to the scene that was unfolding before them.