Non-con warning for between the -DW-'s if you don't want to read it feel free to skip that part.
The Doctor was still laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling as he heard the bedroom door open. He didn't lift his head, only turning his eyes to look at Jack as he came into the room.
"Did you want something?" He asked Jack coldly as he turned his attention back to the ceiling.
"I was just coming into check on you since you left without finishing your dinner," Jack informed him wondering why the Doctor was angry. He wanted to lay with his lover but the Doctor was making it clear that he didn't want company as, despite his hands being folded on his chest, he seemed to be taking up most of the bed.
"I wasn't hungry," The Doctor answered simply. Jack nodded noticing the banana on the bedside table still hadn't been touched.
"Are you feeling alright?" Jack wondered in concern. The Doctor glared at him.
"Why don't you just ask Martha?" The Doctor asked him the sarcasm coming clearly. Jack visibly winced at his words.
"You heard that?" Jack wondered softly as he mentally kicked himself.
"Of course, I fucking heard that. The whole complex fucking heard you two talking," The Doctor snapped angrily. His eyes narrowed further when Jack took a step forward. He was the oncoming storm and people ran when he was angry, they didn't get closer to him. "Just go back to Torchwood and leave me alone."
"Doc," Jack started. He didn't want to leave the room. Not only was he worried that the Doctor was going to seize because of his swearing but he wanted to talk to the Doctor and explain why he had chosen to talk to Martha rather than coming to the Time Lord himself. He wasn't going to apologize for seeking Martha's help, though. He wanted to make the Doctor understand his concern over the fact that he was going to hurt him. The Doctor physically wasn't ready for sex and despite his happiness of finally being in the Doctor's arms, he couldn't help but think he was pushing him too much too soon.
"Just go," The Doctor spat interrupting him, not wanting to hear what he had to say.
"Doctor," Jack tried again.
"I said go," The Doctor yelled. He picked up the pillow off the bed throwing it at Jack. Jack caught it, letting it drop to the floor before turning towards the door. He slammed it angrily not looking at Martha as he stormed across the flat going out the front door. He slammed it behind him as well making sure that the Doctor heard it in his room. He wasn't the least bit surprised, though, when the door opened a moment later.
"The door to the roof is open if you need air," Martha informed Jack not really wanting him to leave her alone with the Doctor on his first night at the flat. She was worried that with only the two of them there, he would try to make a run for it and she knew physically she wasn't strong enough to stop him. Jack nodded turning towards the stairs. Martha watched him before going back into the flat. Going over to the Doctor's door, she knocked softly on the door. "Can I come in?" She asked. Her answer was a loud thump as something heavy hit the door. Taking that as a no, she went to the couch deciding to give the Doctor a while to cool down before she tried to talk to him again.
-DW-
Perhaps it was his anger as he finally drifted off to sleep. Or it could have been the fact that his bottom was slightly sore from laying on it. Regardless of the reason, he found himself once more outside of Micha's office in his dreams. He was standing at the door, barely able to support himself as his body ached from the lack of drugs in his system. Normally, he didn't go so long between doses, but with how weak he was from not eating, it had taken all of his strength just to stumble the short walk to Micha's office.
"He isn't here. You need to come back tomorrow," The guard snapped at him.
"I can't wait that long," The Doctor whined, running his fingernails on his arms.
"That's not my problem," The guard responded.
"Please," The Doctor begged. The guard swung, catching him off guard as he slapped him across the face the Doctor stumbled backwards. The guard raised his hand again. Taking the hint and feeling defeated, the Doctor stumbled backwards. He was so focused on not falling over and just getting back to the TARDIS, he didn't realize that someone was behind him until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jerked around falling to the ground. He wasn't able to stop himself and he felt his body slam painfully against the cement. He looked up as the guard laughed at him.
"You're pathetic, whore" The Guard laughed at him. The Doctor glared up at him.
"I'm not a whore," The Doctor spat indignantly.
"Don't give me that. I have watched you for months bending over the desk for Micha just for a few bags of powder. In fact, I am positive that you will bend over for me for just a bag," The guard taunted him. The Doctor shook his head no. The Guard reached into his pocket pulling out a small bag of the drug that the Doctor desperately wanted.
"No," the Doctor told him again. The Guard didn't listen to him as he reached down taking the Doctor's belt in his hands. The Doctor tried to fight him kicking and hitting at the Guard trying desperately to push him away as his trousers were removed and he was forced to roll over onto his knees. "I said no."
"Shut up and take it like the whore you are," The Guard hissed at him. The Doctor heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down before warm hands grabbed his hips. The guard didn't bother to prepare his body any before pushing himself inside. The Doctor screamed in pain, trying to fight against the man using his body but he was no match for the man. Giving up, he laid his head down on his hands closing his eyes as he fought back the tears while the man continued to move. He couldn't keep them back long, though, and soon he was sobbing softly. It seemed like hours had passed before the Guard spilled himself in his body. As soon as the man released his hips, he fell to his side curling into himself. His mind fought to remember how he had gotten himself into this position. The Doctor felt something small hit his bare legs and he opened his eyes to see a small bag of powder laying on the ground in front of him.
"Take it you whore," The guard hissed at him. Feeling disgusted with himself he reached down taking the bag into his hand. The guard spat at him then turned his back on the Doctor heading out of the alley while the Doctor looked for his trousers.
-DW-
The Doctor woke with a start. He coughed barely managing to turn onto his side before he was sick all over the bed. He coughed again, fighting back the tears in his eyes as he realized he was still alone. He hated himself for sending Jack back to Torchwood. At the moment, he would have given anything for Jack to come into the room and hold him. He knew that despite their argument if he needed Jack he would have been their instantly. In the morning, he would have Martha drive him to Cardiff so he could ask Jack to come back.
The tears were starting to come quicker now. He brushed them off of his cheeks with the back of his hand as he rolled to the edge of the bed. Wishing Jack was there didn't help him now and he wasn't exactly alone in the flat. He didn't want to bug Martha but he couldn't just lay here alone. Wiping the tears from his eyes again, he got out of the bed heading towards the door. The Doctor stumbled out of the room, trying hard to bite back the tears that were flowing down his face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Jack asked softly from where he was stretched out on the couch. The Doctor had never been so relieved that someone didn't listen to him as he was when he saw Jack. Jack stood up coming over to him. He quickened his step, throwing himself into Jack's arms holding him as tightly as he could. He laid his head on Jack's shoulder pressing against his neck as he sobbed.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," He stuttered over and over again his voice muffled.
"You have nothing to apologize for," Jack cooed softly. He picked up the Doctor in his arms starting to carry him back to the room for a cuddle while he tried to soothe the Doctor. Turning on the light, he immediately saw that wouldn't be possible. Sighing he headed towards the couch instead. He sat down on it, helping the Doctor to curl up next to him as he continued to hold him. The Doctor hiccuped, his whole body jolting with it as he sobbed harder. "Shh, you're alright. Whatever you dreamed about, it's over now and can't hurt you anymore. Do you want to tell me what you dreamed?"
"No," The Doctor whimpered between sobs.
"I think you should anyways. It will make you feel better," Jack informed him, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. The Doctor didn't agree. Talking about it would only reinforce the memories. He shook his head no trying to curl himself further into Jack. "Please Doctor, I don't know how to help you, unless you talk to me." The Doctor opened his mouth, only planning on telling Jack the least amount possible about his dream. Except once he began to talk, he couldn't stop himself from explaining everything that he remembered. Jack listened, struggling to keep his breathing even while the Doctor talked. When the Doctor finally went quiet Jack knew one thing for sure. While he was going to make Micha pay for causing the Doctor pain, he was going to kill his guard.