Going into the room to wake the Time Lord, Jack had to fight back the urge to shake him awake as he was still irritated with him. He couldn't do that to the sleeping Doctor, though, as he stared down at him. The Doctor had turned onto his side wrapping himself so tightly around the pillow in his arms that he was almost in the fetal position. His face was lax as he snored softly and he would be mortified to find out that he had drooled in his sleep. He didn't even stir when Jack sat down on the edge of the bed, showing how much he trusted the Captain. He was deep in a peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time without the drugs to aid his dreams. Jack stretched out in front of him. Placing his hand on the side of the Doctor's head he gently stroked the hair back behind his ear.

"Wake up sweetheart," Jack cooed softly. The Doctor opened his eyes a crack, a smile crossing his face upon seeing Jack laying in bed with him still. He let go of the pillow, pushing it aside in favor of wrapping his arms around Jack's warm body instead. He let out a sigh, his eyes closing again as he snuggled against his lover. Jack chuckled kissing him on the forehead. "We can snuggle all you want later, right now, though, we need to get up and eat supper."

"I'm comfy," The Doctor replied his voice slightly muffled from pressing his face into Jack's neck.

"I know, but we can sleep later," Jack responded. He sat up bringing the Doctor up with him. Not deterred the Doctor kept his body limp relaxing against Jack's chest and making it as difficult as possible for Jack to get him out of bed. Jack won in the end as he pulled the sleepy naked Time Lord to his feet. He held him upright as he struggled to take him into the loo. He could hear the Doctor chuckling softly as his body remained limp.

"Is he alright?" Martha asked as she tried not to watch Jack carrying the naked Doctor across the living room.

"He's fine, he is just being childish," Jack answered her. He took the Doctor into the bathroom and placed him into the shower. He turned on the water causing the Doctor to yelp as cold water hit his body.

"Jack," He whined unhappily. He scrambled to the back of the tub glaring at Jack. Jack reached in, adjusting the nozzles to heat the water. The Doctor watched him, shivering while he waited for the water to warm up. Feeling sorry for him, Jack stripped down out of his clothes then climbed into the shower with the Doctor.

"Let me warm you up," Jack whispered wrapping his arms around the Doctor and kissing him softly on his neck. He kissed up the side of his neck, then caught the Doctor's lips as he turned his head. The Doctor kissed him back softly for a moment. Jack broke the kiss when the Doctor tried to deepen it, still upset that the Doctor had allowed himself to be hurt. Grabbing the shampoo, he helped the Doctor to bathe then cleaned himself off. Together they shaved, then Jack applied more of the ointment for the Doctor before dressing.

By the time they were done showering supper was almost ready. Jack sat the table while the Doctor made three cups of coffee, much to everyone's surprise. Martha had kept the meal simple making Toad in the hole with potatoes and gravy. The Doctor only picked at the food, not really hungry but knowing that he had no choice except to eat at least half of it. His bottom was sore and he could tell that Jack was trying not to comment on the fact that he had to keep adjusting himself on the chair. Tired of having everyone watch him, he decided that he had eaten enough of their supper. Retrieving a banana from the kitchen he retreated back to his room.

"That went well," Jack commented reaching for the Doctor's plate. He pushed the remaineder on to his own before setting the empty plate aside.

"Would you like me to talk to him about what happened this afternoon?" Martha questioned Jack. Jack looked at her horrified.

"And have him take off during the middle of the night because he is mortified that you know. No. I can deal with it. We can still have sex but I will have to keep a better eye on his reactions and not try to take it too far before his body is ready. I can hold myself back but I honestly don't know if he will let me," Jack answered her with a sigh.

"This relationship can't just be about him if the two of you are going to make it work. You need to take into account how you are feeling as well or you are just going to continue to feel guilty while you watch him squirm on the chair," Martha responded. Jack didn't answer her right away. If the circumstances had been different he would have enjoyed watching the Doctor knowing that the Doctor could still feel the way Jack had owned his body. Except with the Doctor already being hurt, all he could think about is how he had made it worse. How he never should have given in until Martha had confirmed that the Doctor was ready both mentally and physically.

"As strange as this sounds, especially that it is coming from me. I would have waited until he was ready if I had been given the choice. Physically he isn't ready for sex. But you should have seen him Martha. I have never seen him as relaxed as he was when I went to wake him for supper," Jack answered her. Martha smiled.

"We have to find a balance between his mental and physical health. Like I told you before I am not going to tell you not to have sex with him, but maybe you could try to keep the penetrative sex to a minimum," Martha suggested.

"I'll try. I just can't promise that he will agree," Jack told her.

"That is why you need to talk to him to set boundaries and discuss how he is feeling." Jack took in a deep breath blowing it out quickly.

"Fine," Jack huffed causing Martha to smile. Jack smiled back before turning his attention back to the meal.

"Oh and Jack. Just remember if you ever need to talk or need me to talk to him, my door is always open," Martha informed him. Jack rolled his eyes. Picking up his coffee cup he stood.

"Do you want another cup?" He asked her.

"No, but could I please have a glass of water instead," Martha answered. Jack nodded going to the kitchen and effectively ending their conversation for good.

-DW-

Laying down on the bed, the Doctor listened to their conversation. No longer hungry for the banana, he sat it down on the bedside table. He ran his hand along the sheets tracing out the familiar pattern of his house's seal. As a child, he had traced his hand over the family crest until he was sure that his hand had indented the wood. Now he just absentmindedly ran his hand as he wondered if his body would ever be his own again. Even now sex was supposedly his decision but Martha and Jack were openly discussing what he was ready for. Why did it matter if he was a little sore? Jack had been gentle not causing him any unnecessary pain like the other men he had been with. Jack had also taken the time to make sure he found a release and he had been looking forward to making love with him again. Now he wasn't sure he wanted to.

Rolling onto his back, he folded his hands across his stomach staring up at the ceiling. He had been happy when he woke up safe in Jack's arms. Now all he wanted to do was slip back into the oblivion that sleep brought him. A small dose of his drug would allow him to forget about tonight, but even that comfort had been taken away from him. He wondered if he was ever going to be allowed to be happy or if that had been taken from him as well.