Chapter 2 posted much sooner than I thought it would be... well, I have a few ideas for what the Doctor is going to do to Jack but! Any suggestions would be lovely so please RnR and you never know, your suggestion might make it in.

Chapter 2

The members forbidden from entering the strange blue box glanced at each other.

"Wait… if that guy was 'the Doctor' isn't he our main enemy?" Owen glanced at Tosh seeking confirmation. Nodding, Toshiko went over to her workstation and began pulling up file after file that had any mention of 'the Doctor.'

"But from the way Jack was treating him, can we be sure that he's our enemy? And he obviously didn't come here through his own choice; perhaps he had our coordinates as an emergency help location? But then… why would he come to his enemies?" Gwen pondered aloud, looking for answers in the faces of her colleges. Ianto sat down with a sigh and mumbled about being left out of the loop.

"I'm pretty sure all of us are out of the loop, tea-boy." Owen snapped, earning glares from Tosh and Gwen. "Sorry." He muttered before sinking down into his chair and leaning back.

"Most of these files are completely locked down; they need a password that I assume only Jack has to get to them. But..." She paused glancing around at the group, "This is what I can tell you."

Back inside the TARDIS, Jack was carefully stepping around strewn debris, silently asking the TARDIS to move the Doctor's bedroom closer to him, and indeed show it to him, so he could put down the Time Lord. He was surprisingly heavy and Jack wasn't exactly bursting with energy. Mercifully, the first door Jack opened was indeed a bedroom, although he doubted it was the actual bedroom of the secretive alien. Sighing mentally, he laid the Doctor down on the bed, asking the TARDIS for a pair of pyjamas.

'In the closet.' He heard a tired voice tickle at the back of his mind before feeling her move to hover over the still unconscious man. Opening the closet, Jack discovered a pair of blue silk pyjamas and a few clean shirts that the TARDIS had left for him so he could clean up a bit. Chuckling at her need for being tidy when the regular state of the TARDIS was rather jumbled and cluttered, Jack quickly stripped off his shirt and put on a fresh one, revelling in the feeling of clean clothes against his tired skin.

Picking up the silks for the Doctor, he sat on the edge of the bed and slowly began to undress him. Jacket then tie, and then the shirt; by the time the Doctor lay half-naked on the bed, Jacks mouth had gone dry. He knew that the TARDIS would scold him later and undoubtedly he would scold himself, but he couldn't resist a quick rub of the Doctors pale chest. Shaking his head, he slid the Doctors arms into the sleeves of the top and quickly did it up. Then, so to avoid as much thinking as possible, Jack stood, and pulled off the Doctor's shoes and pants as quickly as he could and wrestled the long legs into the silk bottoms. Finally dressed, Jack tucked the Doctor into bed and hung up his suit.

Pausing before he left the room, Jack scrawled a note on the piece of paper that had appeared on the nightstand telling the Doctor what had happened and that if he woke up alone, he would be in either the bathroom or kitchen. Although, he paused, the TARDIS could probably tell him that. Jack felt the affirmation in his mind and sat down in the plush armchair on one side of the room. Now, it was time to wait. And he would wait, as long as he needed to.

The Doctor rolled over and immediately felt an enormous head-ache pounding away at the inside of his head. Rubbing his head, his hands found their way to the sizable bump on the back of his head and gently caressed it, wincing slightly. Now more awake, he felt the reassuring pressure of the TARDIS telling him what had happened. Not really paying attention, he rolled over and blinked as he saw a note next to his bed. Reading it quickly, the Doctors eyebrows rose into his hairline with every sentence. He sat up tentatively, reaching for a glass of water that had just appeared and taking a sip. He turned around and jumped slightly at what he saw.

Jack was slumped, asleep, in one of his armchairs. His hair was messed and his face looked more wrinkled than the Doctor remembered. He smiled slightly as he realized the only clean piece of clothing he was wearing was a shirt that the TARDIS had obviously given him. The Doctor stood and stretched, popping various joints in his extreme stretch. Then padding quietly over to Jack, the Doctor reached out and smoothed his mussed hair.

"Jack… time to get up, Jack." The Doctor whispered quietly, almost seductively in his ear. Jack groaned and batted the Doctors hand away mumbling a sleepy five more minutes under his breath. The Doctor grinned and then his smile faltered when he felt the TARDIS feeding him information on the Rift. It had been over-active for the last week and a bit, resulting in almost no sleep for the immortal and his team. The TARDIS shrugged mentally and replied that she had managed to drain most of the power and seal up the Rift so at the very least not as much would be coming through. The Doctor thanked her silently, glad that Jack would not work himself to death. Rubbing the back of his neck, the Doctor felt dried sweat and frowned. Without much thought, the Doctor quickly stripped down, leaving his pyjamas in front of Jack and walked into the bathroom looking forward to a nice hot shower.

The sound of running water woke Jack up. Straightening his back, Jack yawned and cracked his jaw, kneading his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Doc?" Jack's eyes were fixed to the pile of clothes that were lying in front of him.

"Gimme a minute." The cheerful voice of the Doctor passed through the door of the bathroom easily, calming Jack and letting him know that he was conscious and coherent. Jack frowned and then blushed when he heard little moans and groans coming from behind the door. The Doctor was enjoying his shower a little too much. Jack shuffled his feet, he didn't normally get embarrassed but this was the Doctor, and every little thing he did was so much more powerful than when it was done by others.

"I'll… be in the kitchen making breakfast." Jack called back, voice a little higher than he liked. Quickly, Jack left the room muttering about things that only made sense to him.

Back in the shower, the Doctor giggled to himself. He was going to enjoy this.

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