Jack was sleeping peacefully when he was awoken rudely by the Doctor elbowing him in the stomach. Groaning he forced his eyes open as the Doctor continued to squirm in his arms. It took him a moment to realize that the Time Lord wasn't thrashing about in a nightmare but was in the midst of another seizure. By the time he managed to let go of the Doctor and move away, the Doctor was still once more. He immediately took a short breath in letting it out with a sigh. Jack reached out to him. Placing his hand on the Doctor's cheek he gently rubbed it with his thumb.

"Wake up, sweetheart," He cooed softly.

"Jack," the Doctor moaned. Without opening his eyes, he rolled closer to Jack trying to reclaim the warmth he had lost. When Jack didn't immediately wrap his arms around him to hold him the Doctor whimpered.

"I know and I promise I will hold you in just a moment, but first you should open those brown eyes for me and have a drink of water," Jack suggested to him. The Doctor tried to go directly back to sleep, but Jack didn't let him as he continued to thumb the Doctor's cheek in an effort to get him to open his eyes.

"Stop," The Doctor whined trying to pull his head away.

"Just look at me for a moment, then I promise I will let you go back to sleep," Jack informed him. He forced his eyes open a crack keeping his head resting against the pillow. Tears slid freely from his eyes and he sniffled softly. Jack grabbed the Doctor's water off of the bedside table offering it to him. The Doctor made no attempt to take a drink as he waited for Jack to let him go back to sleep. Though he made no effort to conform to Earth's time, he was positive it was still the middle of the night and most humans liked to sleep at night.

"Alright, come here," Jack told him giving up. He returned the water to the bedside table before pulling the Doctor close to his chest. He ran his hand along the Doctor's spine, trying in vain to comfort him. The Doctor grabbed Jack's shirt in his fist as he buried his face against his neck. He continued to sob unhappily holding tightly to Jack's shirt until he was overcome with exhaustion. With one last sob, his hands loosened and he hiccuped. Gradually his breathing slowed until a soft snore escaped. Jack could feel the Doctor's cool breath against his neck still and he took comfort in the feeling as he drifted back to sleep.

He didn't sleep long as he woke up often to make sure that the Doctor was still breathing. He didn't like the fact that he Doctor was also having seizures in his sleep and he couldn't help but wonder if the Doctor had been having them since his arrival. Finally, he gave up sleeping altogether. He just lay there holding the Doctor keeping him warm while he slept. Around morning, the Doctor began to thrash in his arms again. Whimpers filled the room as nightmares invaded the Doctor's peaceful sleep. Jack tried to calm him down, but the Doctor pulled away from Jack, a scream on his lips as he sat up.

"It was just a dream," Jack promised him while the Doctor's eyes darted around the room. "You're safe at UNIT with me. Take a moment to get your bearings while I make you a cup of tea. Then you and I are going to discuss your dream." The Doctor nodded still breathing heavily. He didn't want Jack to leave him, but a cup of tea was just what he needed to clear his head. He carefully got out of bed, going to the loo while Jack was gone. Splashing water on his face, he tried to clear his head of the dream. He didn't want to talk about it, but he knew that Jack wasn't going to give him a choice. He took the towel off the rack, drying his face before staring himself in the mirror. His cheeks were beginning to fill out again and his eyes no longer looked as sunken. While he still didn't recognize the man in the mirror, the shadow of the man he used to be stared out at him.

"Are you alright in there?" Jack called out after awhile.

"Fine," The Doctor answered back. Opening the door, he found Jack waiting on the bed with two cups in his hands. The Doctor sat down next to him, taking the cup of tea from him. He took a sip of it, savoring the sweet taste.

"Do you want to discuss your dream?" Jack questioned him. The Doctor shook his head no as he sighed, knowing that he didn't actually have a choice. Even if he knew that Jack would never judge him or use what he learned against him, he still felt exposed by having to talk to tell them what happened that led to his drug use. Except, if he ever wanted to be released to travel again, he was going to have to learn to talk about himself and if there was one thing he hated to talk about, it was himself. He could babble all day long about the various planets in the universe or what restaurant made the best banana milkshake. He could even tell you where to see the best sunset or view the most stars at one time. But when it came to talking about himself, he always managed to change the subject or avoid it all together.

"I was back on the Valiant," The Doctor admitted, at last, his voice soft. He could still picture the dream clearly and he shuddered at the memory.

"In the conference room?" Jack guessed. It was an easy assumption to make for while he had spent most of his time down in the boiler room, the Doctor had called the conference room home during that long year.

"No, in his office, the Master was standing at the window speaking to me as he stared out of it at the ground below. I don't remember what he was saying but he was angry about something. He, he, turned starting towards me forcing me over his desk," He stuttered. Going quiet, he took a deep breath before continuing. "I fought him managing to break free. As I turned around I looked right into Micha's eyes."

"The Master is dead right?" Jack questioned. The Doctor nodded.

"I burned his body Jack," The Doctor answered his voice free of any emotion. Draining his tea he handed Jack back the cup, before standing up.

"Where are you going?" Jack wondered as the Doctor headed across the room.

"I want to be alone," The Doctor replied. Going to the bathroom, he went in it, closing the door behind him. Sliding down the wall, he felt the pain of losing his people rising to the point he wanted to scream with grief he felt. At that moment, he would have given anything to taste the bitterness once more on his tongue. To feel the numbing relief that the drug brought him. Wishing he could feel it just one more time, he curled into himself and tried to forget.