(Author's Note) - So, nobody has reviewed expect for me. Do you guys like the story? Do you hate it? You gotta let me know or I don't know if you want me to continue this story. I know people are reading this story, but I want to know what you guys think about it! I don't wanna write all of this and think you like. I want to know if you like it. Also, I am running out of ideas so if you could let me know or suggest things. Thanks guys, enjoy the story!

Jack

Jack had died and everyone grabbed a drink, wanting to forget the memory. Amy and Rory were off in a corner slow dancing, Rose and Ten were sitting on the ground, passed out, Nine and Donna were surprisingly cuddling by the console, and Clara and the Doctor were on opposite sides of the room staring at each other.

"Hey Doc!" Jack shouted. Ten only woke up long enough to haul Rose off to a bed. Wonder what they might do.. Jack couldn't help but laugh to himself as Nine glared at him and led Donna to the kitchen. "There ya go Nine! Tables have more than one purpose!" Nine glared again and Jack laughed to himself. Eleven's eyes didn't leave Clara.

"HEY! Doctor!" Jack screamed this time, catching his attention at last. "What, Jack?" Eleven asked, while looking at Clara with his peripheral vision. "You just gonna stare at her or ask her out?" Jack smirked. Eleven instantly realized what he had been doing and blushed bright red.

"Well, um, I am going to head off to bed. Goodnight Clara, Jack." Eleven quickly rushed off, leaving Jack smiling to himself. Jack waited until he heard Eleven's door close and scooted over to Clara, who looked sad that he had left.

"So, you gonna ask him out, keep up with the weirdness, or let me help?" Jack whispered in her ear. Clara went bright red and looked like she was gonna slap Jack. She raised her hand and instantly dropped it, along with her drink. He also noticed that her eyes looked to be glazed over.

"Clara, what's wrong? Can you feel my hand?" Jack whispered urgently while squeezing her hand. The TARDIS gave a slight shake and she toppled over. "Clara!" Jack caught her right before she hit the ground. Eleven heard Clara shout and ran back in the room.

"Clara!" Eleven ran to her and took her from Jack's hands. "What happened? Why did she fall?" Jack was checking for a pulse and could feel one, just slightly.

"Clara, do something to respond!" Jack almost shouted, grabbing Nine's attention who was coming back to get his jacket. Jack noticed he looked strangely naked without it.

"Jack! What's all the commotion over there! Fantastic, just bloody fantastic! She has a severe hang over and probably a slight kidney failure! Bloody idiot..." Nine muttered to himself as he went to get a cot for Clara to lie in.

Jack noticed that she was shivering and covered her in his long military jacket. Eleven glared at him and Jack decided that he was turning out to be a rude drunk. "What's wrong with her?! What did you do!" Eleven demanded answers from Jack but he just kinda shrugged it off.

"Doctor..." Clara groaned and rolled over on the cot.

"Clara, don't worry. I'm right here!" Ten had seen what was going on and rushed to the control panel putting in coordinates for the New New York Hospital. Jack knew that Ten didn't like cats, but then again, a lot of stuff happened last time they were there.

Clara was quickly rushed inside the hospital as some of the nurses recognized the Tenth Doctor.

"Doctor, what is going on? Who are these people?" A nurse asked. Ten showed them Clara and the nurse ran over to the front desk. "33-19! Organ failure! Emergency room, now!" the nurse spoke urgently and other nurses came and grabbed Clara.

"Calm down. She will be fine. And don't try to fight your way back there, didn't work to well for me." Ten reassured Eleven and Jack simply followed the nurses to the back anyway.

"Sorry sir..." a nurse tried to stop Jack but he quickly cut over her.

"I am with her, therefore I will be going back with her. Along with both of The Doctors." Jack said sternly and pushed past. Sure Eleven called dibs, but that doesn't mean he couldn't be attracted to Clara.

Jack followed behind Eleven since he pushed in front of Jack. He was turning out to be a bit of a jerk. Jack decided to make a joke. "So, Doc, you seem to like her a bit. Don't ya?" Jack laughed coolly and tried to nudge the Doctor.

"Jack, shut up. No one asked your opinion. We are here because of your sheer stupidity and drinking issue." Ten snapped. Jack groaned. He never did like waiting, not even on the Doctor.

"Doctor, Jack, she is awake." a nurse came out of Clara's room and they all quickly rushed into the room. Eleven was surprisingly not instantly at her side. He hurriedly checked all of her medical signs and her clipboard.

"Clara, can you hear me?" He asked her the dumbest question ever. Or at least Jack had thought so. "Clara, say something. Please." Eleven pleaded.

"Where's Jack!" Clara could have shouted if she had the energy to do so. Jack glanced at her and, even though she was weak, was clearly very angry. He edged over to her bedside before speaking.

"Hello, Captain Jack..." He was abruptly cut off by a sharp slap across the face. He stood dumbfounded for a minute before reacting. "Why did?! What..?" Jack was really confused. He had practically saved her.

"Don't you ever poison me again you bloody bastard!" Clara hadn't regained any energy yet, she seemed to be losing some actually. She was ghostly pale.

"No, I think you need to rest." Eleven must have noticed her condition. Clara fell back asleep so they had to go to the waiting room.