I am SO SORRY that this is SO LATE.

But it's up now, so that's okay. :)

Please R&R!

"Doctor?"

The Doctor didn't respond. He couldn't. His mind was absent, in another place. Another time. He'd been pulled there by someone. Something. And its intentions were… questionable.

"Doctor, say something!" Jack said, kneeling over the Doctor's limp body. He stroked his face, brushing hair out of his eyes.

This wasn't going to work. He had to get help. Jack took hold of the Doctor from beneath his knees and the middle of his back, and carried him out of the room. He held him up through various corridors, not once losing his grip or stumbling. And not once did the Doctor move. He was still breathing, though. His two hearts were still beating. He was still alive.

Into the console room, up the metal stairs, to the captain's chair. Jack laid the Doctor across the seats, his loose shirt flopping over the side. There was still come on his pale skin, Jack noticed. He wiped it off, crouching down to wait for something to happen, for something to change.

He wasn't sure what he and the Doctor had actually done; just a few short minutes ago. Jack had been… well, masturbating, he knew that. And the Doctor had been sulking. He knew that too. But then the world had seemed to pause itself, because all of a sudden the Doctor was kissing him, and he was kissing back. Actual kissing. Not a small little peck on the cheek, but full-out, tongue-in-cheek (literally), hot, panting, animalistic kissing. Oh, it had been… incredible. The sensations were still tingling through Jack's body. He smiled.

But then what happened? Two things Jack knew at this point: Jack had come; hard, fast… he ran out of words to describe it, without slipping into an indecipherable language that consisted mostly of groaning and screaming. Orgasmic, he decided.

Secondly, the Doctor had fainted. Why? He didn't know. It had just… happened. It hadn't been his fault… had it? Maybe the Doctor was allergic to Jack's come, or something. He didn't know, he was just supposing. That would suck if that were true…

The Doctor still hadn't moved. He'd been out almost ten minutes now. That wasn't good. He wasn't sleeping; Jack had checked. But he had to do something, now. Because he'd been gone too long. This wasn't right.

Jack went over to the console panel. He didn't know how to use the thing. What was he meant to do? How did it work? When he'd watched the Doctor steering the Tardis, it had always seemed a matter of chance as to where they ended up. There were a few obvious settings – there was the thingy that changed the year within a century, and another that picked a place within a galaxy, and a few other controls too… but Jack had no knowledge of where he could find help for the Doctor. He needed medical help, perhaps. Even… scientific help?

The memory setting. There was a memory setting somewhere here! A few days ago they had landed at a research facility, run by what had seemed like disembodied voices. Nothing had really been happening, so Jack and the Doctor had left, looking for something a little more interesting. That was when the Doctor had suggested the Seven Sins thing, just to give them something to do.

It occurred to Jack… the research facility and the change in the Doctor's behaviour… could they be connected?

Perhaps.

Jack pressed a button, twirled a random dial, begging the machine before him to take them to the right place. He had no idea what he'd just told it to do. For all he knew, he'd just given the command to kill them both. He closed his eyes and hoped, taking the Doctor in his arms and holding on for dear life as the machine began to roar, the floor trembling, lights flashing. The panel screamed, the grates on the beneath them rumbling with violent movements. Jack was thrown down, cradling the Doctor. They were going to die, he knew it. Both of them, forever this time. He couldn't come back after this. The Doctor wouldn't be able to regenerate. He could feel them falling, through time, through space. Soon the whole universe would be far behind them. No… they were going too far. They had to stop! He reached up and thumped whatever was closest. A small round silver ball, with red swirly things on it. He just trusted it was right.

The floor stopped shaking. The lights brightened again. The Tardis ceased her alien moaning. They had stopped. And they were still alive. Jack let out a sigh of relief, and he realised he'd been holding it since he'd pressed the first button. But… where were they? Were they in the right place?

Leaving the unconscious Doctor on the floor, Jack got up and ran to the door. Half expecting the universe to implode, he opened it slowly. Bright white light shone in from outside, almost blinding him. But then he got used to it, and he saw… oh, wow. It was right. He'd got it right! He grinned, jubilant.

Running back to the Doctor, he grabbed him and hauled him to the door. He dragged him onto the marble outside, shutting the door of the Tardis behind them.

"Come on, Doctor," Jack whispered, pulling the Doctor to a wooden bench in the middle of the room. They were in an observation room, pure white. One-sided glass lined the top half of all four walls, faint reflections stretching into eternity on all sides. It was quite daunting, and made one quite claustrophobic. Jack was arranging the Doctor in what looked like a comfortable position, leaning against his shoulder, when there came one of the mysterious voices, echoing through their chamber.

"Ahh, Doctor. I've been waiting for you."

"W…What?" Jack asked, holding the Doctor's limp hand. He still hadn't moved.

"I have waited so long, so tirelessly. I am glad you returned."

"Oh, yeah – about that," Jack said, talking to the voice. "The Doctor's sick, he needs help. I'm not sure what happened."

"He is not sick. We brought you here, but we needed his mind to bring him. We have his mind. And now we return it."

The Doctor jerked awake, his hand jumping from within Jack's. He gasped for breath, disoriented.

"Doctor!" Jack said, resisting the urge to hug the man.

The Doctor turned to Jack, a small half-smile on his face. "Heya, Jack."

Rather irritated, Jack realised something. "So… if you brought us here… I didn't fly the Tardis?"

"No," the voice said, sounding amused.

Jack felt like sulking now. That had been his Big Achievement, and it turns out it wasn't him at all.

"But… why did you bring us here?" Jack asked the voice, despite himself. He was still curious, and the Doctor was being oddly quiet. They were locked in a room with no doors – normally, the Doctor would be jumping around, looking for an exit, asking questions… he wasn't today. Something had changed. And Jack was determined to find out what and why.

"It was an experiment. We research relationships, romantic and otherwise. We realised you two were perfect specimens."

"Uh…" Jack said, blinking. What had they done to them?! "Doctor… what – what does it mean?"

"It means they implanted me with something, somehow, and it made me change my feelings for you. It made me…" he swallowed. He didn't want to say this. "It made we want you."

Jack shook his head in disbelief. How could they do that? It was… inhuman. Mind you, he didn't have any objections, not really. He just wished he'd been aware of the Doctor's feelings. They could have had so much, within this past week, since their last visit here.

Just to check, he asked the voice. "Is this true?"

"No."

"Oh," Jack and the Doctor said at once.

"All we did was implant you with the idea of the Seven Deadly Sins. It was just a small experiment, just to see how you react. We did nothing to your relationship. You did that yourself."

The Doctor laughed, deadpan. He stood. "Oh, no, you don't get away with that one. You changed something. I don't know what, and I don't know how, since we never saw you. But you changed something. My… feelings… for Jack – they're different, they're not like how they used to be. We were friends before, and that's all I ever wanted, but now… Now…" he said, pacing the room. He turned to look at Jack, his eyes soft. "Now…" he whispered, his feet stopping. Jack stared back at him, sitting awkwardly on the wooden seat.

"We changed nothing," the voice insisted.

The Doctor stared at a wall, silent. Perhaps he'd been mistaken. Perhaps they just –

"You built on feelings that were already there, love that was already present. Doctor, your 'friend' feels the same way about you. You love each other," it declared, sounding triumphant.

The Doctor chuckled. "Yeah, sure we do. But it's platonic love, isn't it, Jack?"

Jack didn't know how to respond. He stood up, walking to stand beside the Doctor. "…Sure," he said. He only realised after how unconvincing he sounded.

"Jack?" the Doctor asked, eyes wide. "Jack, it's just cos of this experiment, right? You don't… you don't love me… do you?"

Jack's mouth dropped open, lost for words. This voice was just messing everything up. Supposedly, all it had done was tell the Doctor to act out the Seven Deadly Sins. And in the process, the Doctor had fallen in love. Apparently. But this thing, this voice… it knew how Jack already felt. It knew that he loved the Doctor. And that scared him. He didn't ever want the Doctor to find out. But now… he'd paused too long. The Doctor knew.

"You see, Doctor. I speak the truth."

"But… no, we can't! We're just friends! Friends!"

"That means nothing in the way of love, Doctor. Your 'friend' Jack could tell you that."

The Doctor paused. He was battling his own feelings, inside. This wasn't love that he felt. It couldn't be. The voice had done something, he knew it. But… at this present moment in time – he resolved his thoughts… this wasn't love, this was lust. Pure, burning, like a red roaring flame, smoke pouring from every side. But what he'd realised from Jack, what he had and hadn't said – Jack was in love. With him. Pure and burning, too. But bright white, its light reaching out to the Doctor.

Damn this blasted voice.

The Doctor wanted to forget all of this; forget all the love, the lust, the complicated feelings that he didn't really understand. All he wanted to do was yell, scream, throw things. He wanted to get angry. And if the voice had changed something – this part, it had even admitted – it had picked a hell of a day to summon the Doctor. Wrath.

"You had no right to change what happened," the Doctor stated. The voice seemed to recoil, silently, invisibly. But its discomfort was obvious. Jack side-stepped, away from the Doctor. He scared him when he got like this. He sounded so dangerous. The Doctor turned back to Jack, and spoke his mind. "And so, I'm changing it back. Jack, let's forget what happened here, what's happened this past week. Go back to how we were, just friends. Whatever this monster has changed, we know it was a lie. I don't want you, I never have. You don't love me, and it wasn't your fault that you thought you did."

And then he turned back to the voice, wherever it came from. "We are leaving now, and you won't stop us. And if you do… well, God save you."

Jack swallowed. He wasn't sure what to think. He followed the Doctor back into the Tardis, closing the door behind him. He watched the Doctor's eyes as they glared at the console, flicking levers and pressing buttons. Sure, the voice was wrong, it didn't have a right to implant ideas into the Doctor's mind… but it had claimed the feelings that developed were not its doing. Maybe it was telling the truth. After all, Jack loved the Doctor even before last week.

The Doctor needed time to think, that was pretty obvious. He wasn't sure if the Seven Sins thing was still on. He'd have to check with Jack. Because there was only one day left, and that 'lust'.

He smiled, as he thought of the phrase "saving the best till last".

He'd been waiting for this day. He wanted Jack, and he knew it. The voice had been right, this wasn't its doing. The Doctor developed these feelings all on his own. And with every passing second, his need for Jack heightened.

And with every passing second, the Tardis neared their next destination. This was going to be ... oh, so good.

Ha. So, next time: LUST! (I can't say 'week', cos I'm not sure if it will be... ugh, I hate my brain...)

Oh, small reminder: R&R! R&R! R&R! R&R R&R R&R R & R ... :P (in other words, REVIEW PLEASE)

*nag* :)