After finishing his cup of tea, Martha left the Doctor with Jack so that she could get other work accomplished. She also needed to inform the Brigadier that the Doctor was on base. There was no doubt in her mind that the Brigadier would allow his treatment to continue but as the base commander she felt that he should be aware of the Doctor's arrival before he read it in the reports later in the day. She also planned to advise him the same way she had Sarah Jane about staying away. As a doctor, she had the right to turn away anyone on the base that she felt would interfere with the Doctor's treatment, including the commander.

She also planned to put a guard on the Doctor's door to stop anyone besides herself, Jack and nurses from entering the Doctor's room. The Doctor didn't need that kind of attention, especially when going through drug withdraw. She had to make sure that who was ever stationed at the Doctor's door, understood that his begin on base was classified and so was the nature of his visit. There were too many young soldiers on the base who had read all about and looked up to the Doctor. Martha wasn't about to ruin their image of him because he made a mistake and had given into a weakness. The Doctor deserved better than that and the men didn't need to know that there hero had his weaknesses just like everybody else.

-DW-

As the door closed behind them, Jack turned to the Doctor. He glared at Jack with all the hatred he could muster. Jack smiled sympathetically at him and he narrowed his eyes further.

"Would you like more tea?" Jack asked him pleasantly not giving into the Doctor's anger.

"Only if you added the small bag of sugar that Martha took off of me," The Doctor answered Jack. Jack leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

"We both know that wasn't sugar. Sugar doesn't have little blue crystals in it like the drugs she took off of you did. You also know that I have never given you, nor would I give you drugs willing. So how about you stop acting like I am an idiot," Jack informed the Doctor sternly.

"Please, just a small amount," the Doctor begged changing his tactic since Jack wasn't giving in. Jack shook his head no. "I need it."

"No, you really don't," Jack responded, keeping his tone harsh. Tears filled the Doctor's eyes and he didn't stop them from streaming down his cheeks.

"Why do you hate me?" He sobbed.

"I don't hate you," Jack replied, his voice softening. He stood up. Walking closer to the Doctor's bed, he grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and gently tried to wipe the tears from the Doctor's face.

"Yes, you do. You hate me and want to see me suffer," the Doctor cried harder. He turned his face from Jack, not letting him remove the tears.

"Doctor, this isn't going to work. I am not keeping the drugs from you because I hate you and we both know it. I love you too much to help you kill yourself. Now stop being silly," Jack chastised him softly. He reached over and took the Doctor's chin carefully in his hand. The effect was instantaneous.

"Get off of me. Help please someone help me," the Doctor cried out as he thrashed on the bed. Jack backed away immediately putting his hands in the air as he stared down horrified at the crying man. "Please, I don't want this. Just let me go."

"Jack, what happened?" Martha questioned as she rushed into the room. She hadn't gotten further than her office when she heard the Doctor start to scream.

"I just tried to turn his head back towards me so we could talk. Honestly, I didn't touch him," Jack told her immediately going on the defense. Martha hurried over to the Doctor's bedside. His eyes were wide and unseeing as he continued to panic. He was pulling hard at the restraints, making Martha afraid that he was going to hurt himself.

"Doctor, it's me, Martha. You need to calm yourself down," Martha cooed softly at him as she stayed out of range of his hands. "I know Jack accidentally scared you, but I promise you are safe here. No one is ever going to touch you again. You just need to calm down sweetie."

"Let me go," The Doctor sobbed weakly as he pulled at the restraints. He stopped thrashing as he seemed to resign himself to his fate. He wasn't back with them yet as his eyes still were slightly glazed. He hiccuped as he sobbed, his body jerking with each shudder that passed through it.

"Oh, sweetheart," Jack whispered falling back in his chair. This was worse than the screaming. This was something that Jack never thought he would witness from the Time Lord. This was the Doctor giving up and resigning himself to his fate. He had accepted that there was nothing he could do to stop them and that he was too weak to keep fighting.

"Come back to us Doctor. I know you are afraid and in pain, but I promise you are safe," Martha told him again as she knelt down close to him. She kept repeating the same words to him as she watched his eyes. Slowly they began to focus on her face again as his sobbing gave into soft whimpers. She reached up, as gently as possible, and stroked his hair behind his ear. He quickly went quiet as he his eyes met hers. "There now. Are you back with us?"

"Yes," he responded, his voice even hoarser from crying. Jack picked up a small cup from beside the sink in the room and filled it with water. He brought it around the bed. Kneeling down next to Martha he offered the Doctor a drink. It was a little awkward since the Doctor was laying flat on his back and Jack didn't see a straw anywhere. Still he managed to get the cup to the Doctor's mouth pouring a small amount into it. The Doctor accepted the water, holding it in his mouth for a moment, before swallowing it.

"You know that I won't ever touch you, without your permission right?" Jack asked him. He didn't know if the Doctor remembered having the flashback or if he just thought the comment was Jack being himself. Still, Jack had to be sure that the Doctor knew that he would never force himself upon the Doctor at any time for any reason. If they ever did have sex, outside of Jack's dreams, it would be completely consensual between the two of them. Much to Jack's relief the Doctor nodded.

"And I won't ever give you permission," The Doctor replied snidely.

"Fair enough," Jack smiled as he still held out hope that one day he would change the Doctor's mind. Since Martha was in the room, she checked the Doctor's vitals. He was still shivering, so grabbing a thermometer she stuck it into his ear to take his temperature. He turned his head away before she could get a proper reading.

"Doctor," Martha scolded him as she put the thermometer back in place. The new angle prevented him from turning his head without pushing it deeper into his ear. He cursed under his breath at her as she waited for a proper reading. Once the thermometer beeped she pulled it out and looked at the reading. His normal body temperature was about 15 degrees when he was healthy now it was sitting at just about 14 degrees. The last time she remembered his body temperature dropping he had been healing from a nasty cut he got on his arm trying to hop barbwire fence. He told her then that his body temperature would drop when his energy was used to heal himself. She figured the same thing was happening now, but she had no way to test his energy level without taking him onto the TARDIS. Or did she?

"Doctor part of the reason that you are feeling cold is that your body temperature is a degree lower than normal. Because of your temperature being low, I am worried that your energy may also be lower than normal. Do you have a portable device aboard the TARDIS that I can use to check your energy levels?" Martha questioned him. Rather than answer her, the Doctor made a rude noise with his mouth. "That was helpful."

"I will go and check," Jack told her, standing up again. He left the room leaving the two of them alone for a minute. While he was gone, Martha didn't try to question or examine the Doctor. She didn't know how he would react and didn't want to be alone with him if she accidentally set him off. Jack thankfully returned quickly with a small blood reader in his hand. It looked similar to one that a diabetic would use to test their blood sugar. Martha took it and looked at Jack questioningly.

"It will measure his energy. The TARDIS said that you just need to prick his finger and place a drop of blood on the slide and it will tell you his energy level," Jack informed her.

"It looks like a blood sugar reader," Martha commented.

"That is what he developed it from according to the TARDIS," Jack told her as he had thought the same thing. Martha went to the cupboard and grabbed a clean needle to prick the Doctor's finger with. Seeing the needle, the Doctor curled his hand tightly into a fist. Proving again how weak he had become, Jack pried the Doctor's fist open, holding his finger for Martha to prick. He growled at them as Martha squeezed a tiny drop of blood onto the slide before Jack released his hand.

"See that wasn't so bad," Martha cooed.

"Fuck you," The Doctor hissed.

"Oi, watch your language," Jack snapped at him. The Doctor opened his mouth, taking a deep breath.

"Your energy has fallen to %75. We need to get potassium into you and see if we can get those levels up," Martha announced loudly as the Doctor swore colorfully at Jack. She doubt either of them heard her as the Doctor had a smug grin on his face while Jack's eyes were wide in amazement at the things he just heard come out of the Doctor's mouth. Martha tried to ignore it as she got the Doctor's attention. "Do you think you could eat a banana?"

"I'm not hungry," The Doctor replied automatically.

"Of course you're not," Martha sighed. "I am still going to have them bring you lunch here in a little while and once Jack recovers from his shock, I am sure if you ask nicely he will help you eat it. Isn't that right, Jack?"

"Jack?" She tried again when he failed to reply.

"Yeah," He answered after a moment as he shook his head trying to clear it.

"I will also make sure they bring a plate for you when they bring his lunch," Martha told him. Jack nodded, not taking his eyes off the Doctor as he did. The smug look still hadn't faded from his face as he watched Jack, irritating him even more. He took a deep calming breath as he heard the door to the Doctor's room open, then close again, leaving him alone once more with the Doctor.