The Doctor woke up terrified. In his dreams, he had been being chased by Daleks as his people ran from them. Opening his eyes didn't relieve any of his fear, though, because once again he didn't know where he was. The last thing he remembered clearly was being in his TARDIS. Now, he was laying in a soft bed with a thick downy comfort over him. The room was pitch dark and he couldn't even see light coming in from the windows. He tried to sit up. His body felt weak and his mind was cloudy. Something wasn't right except he didn't know what. He just knew that he had to get out of here. He had to get to safety before they came back and continued whatever experiments they were running on him. He got his legs out of underneath the blankets but as he tried to stand his body gave out on him and he collapsed to the floor. He cried out more from being startled then from the fact it actually hurt.

Crawling across the floor, he made his way towards one of the walls. He found it as his head smashed into it causing him to curse under his breath. Reaching out, he used the wall to pull himself up. He felt unsteady on his feet as he slowly felt his way along the wall looking for the door out of the room. He bumped into several things on his journey and had to make his way around what he figured out was a desk. Finally, he found a light switch on the wall. He didn't think twice before flicking it on. Light filled the room, causing him to close his eyes against the blinding glare. Opening them slowly he couldn't believe his eyes. He rubbed them to clear the sleep before open them again. Relief filled him momentarily as he found that he was safe in his room on the TARDIS. Relief was quickly replaced by anger, though.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me I was safe," he snapped at the TARDIS. She hummed at him in reply blowing warm air on him. It was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but it only served to make him angrier. "Talk to me," he screamed at her kicking the wall. He kicked it over and over again with his barefoot, not noticing as his toys bent back and he started to believe. No matter how much he kicked her, though, she still refused to talk to him. She blew cold air on him trying to get him to stop before finally she sent a short jolt of electricity through him. He pulled away from her, stumbling backwards from the shock. He tripped over his own feet, hitting his head against the desk. Crying out in pain he grabbed his head. He made his way to the bathroom, looking at his head in the mirror. Thankfully he wasn't bleeding, but a bump was already starting to appear.

"Fine, I don't need you anyways," he snipped a tear running down his cheek. He ignored it making his way out of his room towards the kitchen. Reaching the kettle he turned it on. He took down his favorite mug adding sugar and the entire contents of one of the bags to it. He had never taken that amount before and he didn't know how his body would react, but he didn't care. He had been lying when he said that he didn't need the TARDIS. She had been his friend, home and constant companion for so long now that he felt lost without her. How long did he have before she abandoned him like everyone else? He didn't want to think about it. In fact, he didn't want to think at all. Not waiting for the kettle to heat, he poured the lukewarm water into the cup, stirring it to dissolve the powder. Taking a deep breath, he drained the cup. He sat it down on the counter then stumbled his way back to his room. Laying on the bed, he closed his eyes. As the darkness washed over his mind, he silently hoped that he wouldn't wake in the morning.

-DW-

Over the next week the days ran together as the Doctor's life became the routines that he hated. In the morning he would be fed his breakfast then Daniel would come into try to talk to him. He had given up on explaining to Daniel how many species were more intelligent than him after the second day. Instead, he took to making a list of things that he liked more than Danny boy or just ignoring him altogether. Daniel wasn't giving up on him, though. He had dealt with stubborn patients befoe and while the Doctor took it to a new level, he was convinced that he could get him to open up. He just needed more time.

In the afternoons, he would walk around the UNIT hospital with Jack. He wasn't allowed to go near the TARDIS so instead, they discovered new locations together. On one occasion they found the employee breakroom and Jack made him a cup of tea while he sat at the table waiting for him. During their time in the breakroom, no other employee showed up to interrupt them while they talked and had lunch. The Doctor didn't question it, but when Jack did after he had fallen asleep that night, he found they had been given strict orders to use the other one for the afternoon. Martha was still weary of the Doctor's mood swings and wasn't about to risk setting him off by accident. Especially not in a group of people that he could end up unintentionally hurting during one of his fits. Jack understood even if it broke his heart to know how much of a danger Martha had come to consider their friend.

Night, though, were Jack's favorite time with the Doctor. They would eat dinner together before curling up on the Doctor's bed in each other's arms. Some nights Jack would read to him while the Doctor rested or they would watch a movie. The Doctor opened up to him on more than one occasion but never about anything important. He would talk to him instead about traveling in the TARDIS or an alien that he had encountered. He occasionally would slip and tell Jack about things that were actually important. Through his ramblings, Jack learned that he felt abandoned by the TARDIS. He also learned that the Doctor kept more drugs hidden in the kitchen drawer of his TARDIS. While the Doctor slept, Jack cleaned the kitchen finding several bags that were almost empty stashed in various drawers. He pocketed it, planning on disposing of it later before having a fit. He screamed throwing coffee mugs to the ground and tipping over the kitchen table. The TARDIS blew cold air on him and he stopped.

"Sorry," he apologized to her straightening the table. He cleaned up the broken glass, but he didn't stop there. He continued cleaning making the kitchen shine in a way she hadn't for years. He moved room to room burning off his anger before stumbling his way out of the TARDIS. He threw the drugs away in a waste disposal bag. He then showered before climbing into bed with the Doctor. It was almost morning, but he didn't care as he snuggled the Doctor close. They could sleep in today.