The Doctor stood outside of the restaurant wondering what he was doing. He tried to tell himself that the reason he was here was so that he could stop these people from drugging unsuspecting aliens in the future. He had been lucky that there was nothing in the drug that was dangerous to him, but another species may not have been so lucky. Still, it would be better if he just turned around, went back to his TARDIS and left the planet. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the restaurant heading inside.

"I thought we made it clear that we don't want your kind here," Veronica snapped at him as she entered. He didn't hesitate as he reached into his pocket pulling out his psychic paper.

"Inspector John Smith from the Intergalactic Police. You broke over a dozen laws by drugging me the other day and unless you want me to bring the Shadow Proclamation down her to shut down this establishment, I suggest that you cooperate with me," The Doctor informed her as he held out the paper to her. Veronica visibly paled as he stuffed it back into his pocket.

"What can I get you, Inspector?" She asked. "I can have our cooks start up the fryer and have a nice hot plate of chips ready for you in no time." The Doctor narrowed his eyes at her.

"Are you trying to bribe me?" He asked as he took a step forward.

"No, sir," She answered immediately.

"Good because I am not here for chips or tea. I am here to confiscate all of the drugs that you have in your possession. You have five minutes to bring me everything that you have or I will have this place closed," The Doctor informed her as he looked at his watch. The woman hurried out of the room while the Doctor waited for her. He once again wondered what he was doing. He looked towards the door and considered just leaving. Hearing footsteps approaching, he looked back. Veronica was approaching again with a burly looking man.

"Here," Veronica said thrusting several small bags at him. The bags were filled with an off-white powder and small blue crystals. The Doctor took them from her holding one of the bags up to look closer at it.

"Is this all of it," he asked sternly. The woman nodded. "Are you sure?"

"I swear that is all that we have," She told him.

"And how much did you give me of this?" He questioned. He didn't want to overdose himself if he did decide to take it.

"Only half of a bag," Veronica replied immediately. He stared at her in the eye as he put it in his pocket. She stared right back at him as he let the oncoming storm grow in his eyes. She looked away and he smirked as he turned heading to the door. He walked quickly hearing footsteps coming up behind him. He wasn't in the mood for a fight. His head was still hurting and all he wanted to do was get back to his TARDIS. He made it there without any incident, closing the door tightly behind him. Once on board he headed quickly to the console. He should just go to the nearest supernova and throw the drugs into it. Instead, he sent himself into orbit around a small uninhabited planet before going to the kitchen.

He pulled the drugs out of his pocket, laying them on the counter as he started the tea kettle. The woman had said that she gave him only half a bag, but he had only drank half the cup of tea. That meant that he only drank about a quarter of the bag. That was a safe amount to start with and if it wasn't enough he could always safely add more. He picked up the bag and then set it back down. He didn't need the drugs. Sure they made him forget about the Time War and everyone he lost, but that wasn't a reason to take another dose. He was a Time Lord and above such things as taking drugs to control his feelings and thoughts. Once the water was done he poured it into his cup and added a tea bag to it. He let it steep for awhile, before removing the bag and adding sugar as well as a small amount of the drug. He lifted it to his lips, hesitating before he actually took a drink.

"I'm not going to become addicted to it," He told the TARDIS as she hummed at him. She hummed again and he ignored her as he took a drink of the scalding liquid.

-DW-

He opened his eyes again to the small room inside UNIT's hospital. He groaned as he tried to move his arms, unhappy to find that he was still restrained to the bed. He felt freezing and his body ached especially his legs and his arse. He groaned, shifting as he tried to relieve the pressure on his bottom. He found that his legs were also restrained, though. He moaned louder as Jack stood up coming closer to the bed.

"Didn't you get the hint that I don't want you here?" The Doctor spat at him. He was shivering slightly and a tremble caused his limbs to jerk every once in awhile, shooting pain through his arms and legs.

"No. You might want to make it a little clearer," Jack told him with a smile. He pulled the blanket further up the Doctor's chest, tucking it around him. The Doctor continued to shiver and Jack wondered if there was another blanket nearby that he could cover him with. He walked over to the cupboard opening it up.

"Get out of my room," The Doctor hissed at him. Jack shook his head as he found another thin blanket. He needed a thicker one, however, if he was going to help the Doctor warm up.

"Nope. I'm sorry I hear your words, but I just don't feel as if you really want me to leave," Jack on purposely antagonized him as he reached and hit the call button. The Doctor glared at him. "Doctor, you may not fully understand the consequences of your actions at the moment. I do. I have taken care of several people over the years who are detoxing. I can help you if you let me."

"I didn't ask for your help," The Doctor told him.

"You obviously need it, though," Jack responded. He turned as the door to the Doctor's room opened and Martha came in. She smiled softly as she moved to the Doctor's bed seeing that he was awake.

"Do you want to tell me how you are feeling this time?" She asked him softly. He shook his head no as he glared at her. "If you are cold, I can get you another blanket. I also have a heating pad that I could get for you." She saw the Doctor's eyes light up a little at the suggestion, even if he didn't answer her. She had to leave the room to get the thicker blanket and the heating pad. She brought them in and lifting the blanket, she laid the heating pad on the Doctor's stomach. She covered him again and then laid the thicker blanket over him. He continued to shiver as she pulled the blankets up to his shoulders.

"There is that any better?" He nodded weakly. "I know you are mad at me for retraining you and for making it so that you don't have a choice about your medical care. You have to believe me, though, that what I did was in your best interest. Now you can either fight me the entire time you are detoxing and make it harder on yourself than you have to or you can talk to me and I will make it as easy on you as possible. The choice is yours." The Doctor closed his eyes.

"My bottom hurts," He whispered so softly that she barely heard him. He really didn't want to be trapped on the bed, but Martha would ignore any suggestion about letting him leave. Jack was wrong and he knew exactly what he was getting into while going through withdraw and he really wasn't looking forward to it. For the first time in awhile he thought about his comfort. His bottom hurt too much to continue to lay in this bed for a long period without anything to help the pain.

"I'm not going to give you oral or intravenous painkillers. I do have a topical anesthetic I can apply as well as a soft pillow for you to lay on," Martha informed him. He made a face at her suggestion. "It is your choice. If you don't take the offer now, it will still be available later."

"Fine," He sighed. Martha walked over to the cupboard and opened it. She pulled out the topical cream she had stored there early as well as an inflatable circular pillow. Returning to the Doctor's side, she pulled up a chair sitting down beside him.

"I am going to have to unhook your leg in order to apply the anesthetic. Now you have your choice and you can have Jack step out of the room and send Adam into help me or Jack can stay here," Martha informed him. She wasn't about to be alone with him, especially with one of his limbs loose.

"Jack can stay," The Doctor sighed.

"Alright. I will be as quick and careful as I can," Martha told him. She had Jack unhook his leg, helping the Doctor to pull it up to expose his bottom. She checked his stitches and applied the anesthetic for him before placing the pillow. Jack stared at the far wall, trying hard not to look at the Doctor's body as Martha cared for him. He had always dreamed of what the Doctor would look like naked, but he didn't want to see what pain the Doctor caused it. "How is that feeling?" She wondered before locking his leg back down.

"Better," The Doctor replied. He fought still as she strapped his leg back down and tucked his blankets around him. Even with the extra blanket and the heating pad, he felt cold. It chilled him down to the bones and he wished that he had more of the heating pads or a hot cup of tea. He looked over as a warm hand took his. Jack held it tightly and he rolled his eyes as he looked towards Martha. "Tea?"

"I am sure we can find you a cup," Martha responded. She had made sure that she was stocked up on tea as soon as he arrived knowing that he tended to drink a lot of it.

"You better," He snipped. Martha sighed, apparently he was done being pleasant for now. There was no point in arguing him until he was done detoxing. Instead, she decided to make him wait and rather than going to the small kitchen near her office, she headed across the building to the breakroom. She made him a hot cuppa and brought it back. He was almost asleep when she came back, but he forced his eyes open to accept it. She helped him to take a drink and his taste buds were overwhelmed at the sweetness of the tea. It tasted strange without the slight bitterness that the drugs gave it and he actually found himself wondering why he added them. The headache was a good reminder, though and he wished silently for the bitterness again.