The Doctor pulled up his trousers as he straightened up from Micha's desk. He wasn't sure how many times he had gone to visit Micha now, in the few weeks or months, or however long it had been that he was parked on this dreadful planet. All he knew, that Micha no longer laid out the payment beforehand and also skipped any illusion that he would get away with just taking the Doctor's mouth as payment for the drugs. He motioned for the Doctor to take a seat while he went to the other side of the desk and opened the drawer that held the items the Doctor wanted. The Doctor sat down gingerly on his sore bottom, just eager to get back to the TARDIS and put this event behind him once again.

"You could earn more if you agreed to sell them for me as well," Micha informed him as he passed the Doctor three bags. The Doctor picked them up off the desk pocketing them in the same movement.

"No," The Doctor told him. His addiction was his own. He wasn't going to take advantage of others for a measly extra bag here and there. He liked to think he was better than that. That somewhere deep inside he was still the Time Lord that was once respected and feared. He started to stand up, but Micha held up a hand to stop him. The Doctor glanced over his shoulder to see that Micha's guards were standing in the doorway blocking his exit from the office. He fought back a sigh as he sat back down.

"I spoke with Veronica recently. She told me a very interesting story about a man who looked just like you telling her that he was a Police Inspector with the Shadow Proclamation. She claimed that he confiscated all the drugs from her that she was supposed to be selling for me. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?" Micha asked him staring him straight in the eyes.

"I'm not a Police Inspector, nor do I work for the Shadow Proclamation if that is what you are implying," The Doctor told him truthfully.

"Then why would Veronica suggest that you were?" Micha asked him.

"I don't know," The Doctor informed him, keeping his voice as even as possible. Micha continued to eye him for a moment before leaning back in his chair and folding his hands across his stomach.

"You're free to go," Micha told him. He stood up moving towards the door. He was almost there when Micha called out to him again. "Oh, and John, I really hope that you reconsider my offer." The Doctor paused turning to look at Micha.

"My name is James and I will think about it," He smiled before heading on his way. He didn't have to turn around to know that Micha's men were following him as he walked casually down the street. He couldn't return to the TARDIS with them behind him, so instead he turned to the nearest hotel. He would spend the night there he decided, then in the morning return to the safety of his TARDIS. Going inside he rented a room for one. He was given the keys to a small room near the back of the hotel. Going to the room, he looked around. It was a simple room with a single bed and a small bathroom. He dug around the room looking for anything he could use as a glass for water. Finding nothing, he went back to the bed. Pulling the drugs out of his pocket, he laid them on the bedside table as he settled in for the night.

-DW

The afternoon passed slowly with the Doctor sleeping. Martha had only given him a strong enough sedative to knock him out for a few hours, so when he remained asleep well into the evening, it showed how exhausted he really was. Jack had briefly discussed with Martha sedating the Doctor until morning, but the idea was quickly dismissed as neither one of them wanted the Doctor to be able to hide. Regardless of how badly the memories were hurting him, he needed to remember and talk about it. Hiding wouldn't help him deal with the pain he was feeling, nor would it keep him from relapsing into his drug use once he was released from their care.

His tests were rushed through the labs and Martha started to get the first results back around supper. She was relieved to see that there was nothing new showing, indicating he just had a common cold. While that was unusual for him, nothing about his current situation was normal. Thankfully the test also indicated that he was still on track to be released on Friday night from the hospital. What he really needed now was soup and cuddles from Jack, if only he would allow Jack into his bed again.

Around ten at night, Jack gave up on waiting for the Doctor to wake. He was tired and just wanted to lay down to sleep. Normally, he didn't sleep so much, but the constant worry he felt for the Doctor was exhausting him mentally. He kicked off his shoes before climbing up onto the Doctor's bed. He made sure to lay down as close to the edge as possible in order to keep their bodies from touching while they slept. As he settled down, though, the Doctor opened his eyes a crack to look at him. Jack expected to be told off for lying on his bed, but instead the Doctor squirmed closer to him. Jack reached out laying his hand on the Doctor's arm as the Doctor lay almost against his chest. He closed his eyes again and Jack followed suit, thinking the Doctor was going back to sleep.

"It was Micha," The Doctor whispered after a moment. Jack forced his eyes open to look down at the Time Lord.

"What was Micha?" He wondered softly. While he was happy the Doctor was speaking again, he wished silently that the conversation could have waited a few hours. Not that he was going to tell the Doctor to wait. He needed to encourage the Doctor to speak when he was ready regardless of the time of day.

"Who used me. It was only ever him," The Doctor admitted. While he still couldn't remember everything, he was positive that he had only ever let Micha use his body as payment.

"So Micha was the one who made you bleed as well?" Jack seethed softly. The Doctor shook his head no.

"That was his guard," The Doctor whispered. He wasn't sure how he ended up on the street with the guard and feared that one day that memory would return as well. Jack moved his hand to the Doctor's back to pull him closer and the Doctor let him. Jack snuggled the Doctor close. The touch still repulsed the Doctor, but he kept reminding himself that it was Jack that was holding him. Not Micha, nor his guard, nor anyone else that had ever hurt him. Jack loved him and had proved time and again that he would never hurt him, not like those men did.

"When you are feeling better, I want you to take me to go see Micha," Jack told him. The Doctor moved closer to him, burying his head against Jack's chest.

"I can't," he whimpered.

"Now you can't, but one day I will help you face those that hurt you and make them pay," Jack seethed softly. The Doctor looked up at him. Then leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Jack smiled. He kissed the Doctor's forehead as the Doctor snuggled as close to his body as possible. He held the Doctor tight as he finally drifted off.