The Doctor has a bit of a problem at the moment...
The Doctor was in the kitchen, drinking. It was the only way he could clear his head of everything that had happened over the last two months. He didn't care that Jack, Donna and Martha were on board with him. He didn't care that he was a wreck and that it was starting to affect everyone else.
Jack, Donna and Martha knew they had to act soon, before the Doctor got too out of hand. They knew that he had lost Rose and they knew he was upset. The news had hit Jack harder than Donna and Martha. He had known her for a few years, not as long as the Doctor but long enough for the news to cut deep within him. Martha and Donna had met Rose briefly once, but they never really got to know her. Even though they felt sad about what had happened, it didn't compare to how Jack and the Doctor-especially the Doctor- were feeling.
The three of them were in the library, all thinking the same thing: What were they going to do? Jack had suggested that one of them goes and talks to the Doctor, but the girls thought that was a bad idea, he was drunk and upset, not a great combination when you wanted to talk to him about the thing that he was upset about. Lord knows what could happen. They all knew what the Doctor was capable at doing when sober, so the thought of him doing anything like that drunk, scared them. Other than that though, they had no other ideas.
Jack couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just stand back and do nothing while one of his best friends drank himself silly due to depression. He had to act and he had to act now!
"That's it; I don't care what you guys think. I'm going to talk to him. We can't just sit back and do nothing. And besides, if he tried to kill me, I won't die...well not for long anyway. I'll be fine." Jack said.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Donna asked.
"What choice do we have, Donna? He's killing himself slowly, we need to do something before it goes too far, he's been like this ever since Rose died." Jack told her.
"All right, go. But be careful." Martha told him.
"I will," Jack smiled at the two women and left the library in search of the Doctor, who was either in his room or in the kitchen.
Martha and Donna just watched him go, hoping that Jack might be able to do something.
...
Jack walked down the corridor, looking for the Doctor. When he got to the kitchen, the Doctor wasn't there, so he walked down the long corridor in search of his room, hoping that he was in there.
As Jack walked down the corridor he passed several rooms, which brought back old memories. There was the game room. He remembered the time just before the game station where he, the Doctor and Rose had a game on the Wii (the Doctor had managed to get it a few years before it came out in shops on Earth and no matter how he tried to tell Rose that she was, in a way, ruining her future, she and Jack had managed to convince the Doctor to play with them). It had been a good laugh for all three of them and Jack would do anything for it to happen just one more time. He would have loved to see the Doctor on the Wii now.
Jack also passed the swimming pool, which had also been a day to laugh at. He and Rose and somehow managed to get the Doctor in trunks and into the swimming pool. Jack could remember Rose laughing her head off at the fact that the Doctor was slightly scared of water. Jack too, remembered himself laughing at that. But in the end all three of them had gotten in and had had a good laugh. Jack missed those times, the times where it had been the three of them having a good time. Oh, what he would give to have one of those moments once again.
Finally, he came up to the Doctor's room. He was about to open the door when he heard the sound of the old Time Lord crying from within. Jack decided that it was time to help him, so he opened the door and walked inside, shutting the door behind him.
Inside the Doctor was sitting on his bed a bottle of vodka in his hands, looking at a picture and crying. The Doctor was obviously completely drunk, but it didn't stop Jack from feeling sorry for the man sitting on the bed in front of him. He walked up to him.
"Doctor, you OK?" Jack asked.
The Doctor looked at him; the strong smell of alcohol coming from his breath hit Jack hard. "No," he answered honestly. "I miss her," Even though the Doctor was completely hammered, his speech was still clear and Jack could hear the emotion in his voice.
"I know, but drinking this is not going to help." Jack said.
"What would you know?" The Doctor growled.
"I know how you feel, I miss Rose too, but you don't see me drinking every day and night." Jack told him. "And I have lost my fair share of people in the past. I lost Ianto, but didn't get drunk...all the time. What would Rose say if she could see you know, eh?"
"She'd tell me to get my act together and stop moping about." The Doctor said through heavy tears.
"Exactly,"
"But it's the only way I can let my mind go clear." The Doctor said.
"I know, but there must be other ways. Music?" The Doctor shook his head.
"No, that only makes me miss her more." The Doctor told him, he took another swig from the bottle and Jack grabbed the bottle off of him.
"Stop drinking, it's doing you no good." Jack told him sternly, the Doctor tried to snatch the bottle back but Jack held it out of his reach. The Doctor made to grab it again, but this time fell off the bed and landed in a heap on the floor. "You're not getting it back." Jack said.
"Give it back." The Doctor shouted at him. He tried to get off the floor but he was too drunk to stand.
"No, Doctor, look at yourself, you're a mess. And you're hurting everyone around you." Jack told him.
"But I miss her!" The Doctor shouted.
"We all do, but this is not the solution!" Jack said. He began looking for any other bottles in his room and after finding at least five, Jack sighed. "I'll leave you alone now, but I'm taking these." Jack carried the bottles as he walked out the Doctor's room, leaving the drunken Time Lord on the floor. Jack hadn't wanted to leave him like that, but he needed to see what he was doing to himself, it was the only way. He just hoped that the Doctor stopped soon.
...
Jack carried the bottles back into the library where Martha and Donna were still sitting. One look at the bottles and Martha and Donna were starting to get a little more than a bit worried.
"We need to get rid of any alcohol in the TARDIS. We have to save the Doctor from himself." Jack said putting the bottles on the floor.
"Are they all from today?" Martha asked.
"I don't know, but we need to get rid of them."
"Won't the Doctor try and get them back?" Donna asked.
"He can't even get off his bedroom floor at the moment, so as long as we get this done tonight, then we won't have anything to worry about."
"How are we going to know where he's hid them all?" Martha asked.
"Hopefully the TARDIS will be able to help us. I think she wants the Doctor back as well." Jack told them.
"OK, let's get on with it then. The sooner we get this done the better." Donna said. The three of them began their search.
...
Back in the Doctor's room the Doctor had managed to get himself on his bed again. He opened one of the draws by his bedside and took out a mini bottle of vodka that Jack hadn't seen. He opened it and took a long swig from the bottle before lying on his side on the bed and continued to drink.
...
It was a while later and Jack, Donna and Martha had collected all the bottles they could find when the TARDIS showed them an image on the scanner. It was of the Doctor lying on his bed, asleep, with a small bottle of vodka in his hand and an open draw with about two more bottles inside. Jack groaned and the three of them headed off to the Doctor's room. Hoping that he didn't wake up.
When they got there, the Doctor was still asleep and the bottle was still in his grip. Jack carefully took the bottle away from him and Martha and Donna grabbed the bottles in the draw. The three of them looked at their friend feeling sorry for him. It hadn't been easy on him, but by doing what he was doing to himself was only making things worse for him and everyone else. They just hoped that this worked.
When everything was done and there were no more bottles around the place, the three of them took them to a large dumpsite, which she had flown them to, and they disposed of the bottles, hoping that that was one problem sorted.
The next problem on their list was what where they going to do with the Doctor when he woke up?
Poor Doctor...by the way I never intended for the Doctor to do this to himself! I don't know what happened, but something in my mind went: 'Right, drunk Doctor' Originally I was going to have him drinking tea in the kitchen being all sad, but then I saw the word 'drinking' and then the rest...well y'can see where it led.
Please review! And don't worry he won't be drunk all the time! And that butterfly will be making an appearance in the next chapter...well that's the plan, but as you can see, my stories don't always go to plan...
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