Captain Jack Harkness blinked his grey eyes, snapping out of his mind. His eyes flicked to the Doctor before he gave a small nod. "Right then." He paused, "I'll go check on Martha." He walked at a confident pace, trying to keep himself calm. He entered the hall and began to walk towards Martha's room, but he stopped, placing his back against the wall, slowly slipping down the smooth surface. Jack pulled his legs closer to his chest, resting his elbows on his knees. He sighed softly, resting his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, wishing he could vanish, only to be left with his thundering heart, and whirling thoughts.
Martha opened her door, entering the hallway. She turned her head to the side, noticing a shadowed form leaning against the wall. Her brown eyes flashed with curiosity and question before she walked over to the lump. "Jack?" She asked cautiously as she got closer to the object, noticing it was the Captain.
Jack opened his eyes, staring straight at Martha. "Martha!" He whispered.
"What?" Martha was now crouched beside him. "What is it?"
"It's the Doctor."
Martha's eyes widened slightly. She stood up, pulling Jack up with her. "What about him?"
Jack told her. His voice remained soft as he whispered the truth to Martha. The pain, agony, and depression that had been running throughout the Doctor. He explained the cuts and bruises that had been left on the Time Lord's hearts, leaving deeper scars than anyone could physically deal. The emotional tragedy that had wrapped itself around the Doctor's neck, invisible to all, except the host.
Martha was frozen. "He..." She paused, unable to find the words that had been recently added into her brain. "Cut himself?" She finished, hesitant.
Jack nodded softly before wrapping his arms around Martha.
The Doctor leaned his hands on the console. 'Jack's been gone for awhile.' He thought, 'but at least I get time to myself.' He stood up straight, slowly walking around the console, making his way to the jump seat. He sat on the soft cushion, sad hazel eyes scanning the interior of the phone box.
The Doctor slowly settled in with his thoughts. 'What am I going to tell them? I just walk over to Jack and Martha. "Hey by the way, I cut myself."' He sighed and placed his head in his hands. He was aware at how shaky his breath had become, along with the throbbing in his wrist. The Doctor heard the soft shuffling of distant footsteps. He instantly was back on his feet running around the console. "Ah? Martha!" He exclaimed as the woman walked into the room, Jack at her side. " 'Ello Doctor." Martha pasted a smile on her face. Now that Jack had pointed out the aliens emotions, Martha could see through the act. The Doctor smiled, "Right then, where to?" He leaned against the console.
Jack placed a hand on Martha's shoulder, "Wherever, lets head to another planet." He answered for the companion. The Doctor nodded, "Allons-y!" The TARDIS slowly began to shake, the box traveling through the wibbly-wobbly effects of time.
The Doctor, Martha, and Jack had landed on the planet of Barcelona. The Time Lord had never been able to show it to Rose, so he decided on showing it to Martha and Jack. He had led them out, taken them on a short tour, and returned back to the TARDIS all because of a pack of wild dogs...with no noses. While the Doctor had been on the planet, he had slowly tried to escape the shadows of depression and enter the bright sunlight of the world. He had succeeded. Running from the dogs had sent that familiar fire of adrenaline throughout his veins.
The Doctor smashed into the TARDIS doors, forcing them open. He entered the console room, watching Jack and Martha follow.
"One hell of a ride back there." Jack panted softly. A small smile trickled across the Doctor's face, "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it Captain." Jack smirked and placed a hand on the aliens shoulder, then scoffed, "Enjoy it? I've missed it!" The Captain then walked over to the console, leaning on it slightly.
"That was fantastic." Martha sighed with slight relief, thankful the dog pack was no longer chasing them. A goofy smile crossed the Doctor's entire face. He laughed softly, "Brilliant! I've done my job then." He ran over to the console and started to mess with the controls. The box gave a small shake before it landed. "Present-Day London." The Doctor shrugged. "Fantastic place to park."
The three had returned to their separate rooms for some relaxation, but Martha and Jack both currently sat on Jack's bed.
"He was so happy today." Jack whispered, grey eyes clouded over with signs of concern. Martha nodded softly, "He had completely forgotten about what had made him so upset." Now it was Jack's turn to nod. He slowly rubbed the back of his neck, thoughts racing throughout his head. He sighed softly, grey eyes flicking to Martha. "I'm completely in the dark." He whispered, rubbing his face with his hands.
Martha tapped her fingers softly on her knee. "I can't take it." She instantly stood up, "I'm going to check on him." She quickly walked out of the room. "Hey! Hold on a second!" Jack called, jumping off the bed and following her.
The pair matched paces as they headed for the Doctor's room. Martha stopped in front of the wooden door. She knocked on it softly. When no response came, Jack softly pushed her aside and knocked on the door himself. "Hey Doc! I have a question to ask you!" He tried the knob, but couldn't turn it. "Locked." He growled under his breath.
Again no answer had come. Jack flashed Martha a quick warning glare. They both knew he wasn't asleep.
Captain Jack Harkness took a few steps back before charging at full speed towards the door. He slammed his shoulder into the wood. The door easily flew open, leaving Jack to push his heels into the carpet to stop himself. Martha quickly rushed in the room, but stopped beside Jack when she heard the faint sobbing. Her hazel eyes traveled across the room, falling on a closed door. "Jack." Martha whispered. Jack nodded softly and carefully walked over to the bathroom door. Once he stood outside it, he placed his fingers on the knob. He glanced to Martha before nodding softly.
Jack twisted the knob and pulled open the door. Martha charged in, but stopped once more when she saw her favorite alien standing at the sink, tears dripping out of his eyes, and blood bubbling on his wrist.
The Doctor looked up. 'Shit...' He whispered inside his head as he tried to stop the flow of tears. He slowly put the knife on the edge of the sink. He turned his head to look at Martha, imagining the disappointment that would cloud her gaze. His chocolate eyes found hers, but all that was hidden within them was concern. The Doctor opened his mouth slightly, about to explain himself, when Martha stopped him.
Martha slowly walked over to the Doctor and wrapped her arms around his neck. She placed her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Tell me the truth...please."