Rather than resting, Jack kissed the Doctor slowly as he held him close. The Doctor kissed him back thrusting his hips softly. Jack tried to let the Doctor take charge, but every time he backed down, the Doctor followed his lead remaining submissive. Jack couldn't help but wonder where it came from, though, as one thing he would never call the Doctor was submissive. It was one of the many things that they were going to have to discuss. Not wanting to ruin the mood Jack gave up on trying to make him take charge. Instead, he reached down between them taking them both in his hand. The Doctor moaned continuing to move as Jack guided his movements. Together they fell over the edge, crying out their releases into each other's mouths.

"We need a shower," Jack informed the Doctor as he kissed him on the forehead.

"I'm comfy," The Doctor responded with a sigh. Jack smiled.

"I know but we need to leave soon to get to your appointment with Ian on time and I don't think you want to go to him with cum on your stomach," Jack told the Doctor.

"No," The Doctor agreed. Reluctantly he got up out of the bed, pulling Jack with him to the shower. Together they washed, the Doctor happily allowing Jack to shampoo his hair and wash his back. The shower rejuvenated him and with renewed energy he dressed in his suit before heading out to the SUV. Jack climbed into the driver's side pulling out onto the road while the Doctor stared out the window.

"I thought we were going to see Ian," The Doctor commented in confusion when Jack turned left when he should have turned right to head to UNIT.

"We are," Jack responded. He glanced over quickly at the Doctor seeing the confusion on his face. "Ian doesn't work for UNIT anymore, his office is actually located in London." Jack expected the Doctor to ask why so he was surprised when the Doctor didn't seem to care. He just nodded before turning his attention to the world passing by the window. Rather than drive in silence, Jack reached over turning on the radio in the car to the local news. The Doctor made a face at him as he didn't care what was happening in the human world. He quickly changed the station to music and an upbeat pop song filled the car.

Sooner than Jack expected, though, they reached their destination. He pulled up in front of the small office building that belonged to Ian's office. Parking the two of them got out of the SUV heading inside. Just inside the main entrance was a sign with the names of the psychiatrist listed as well as the room number. Jack knew that Ian was in room five from the information that Martha had received. He headed down the hallway but turned back when he realized that the Doctor wasn't following him.

"Come on," Jack told him taking his hand. He gave his hand a gentle squeeze taking him down the hall. Reaching the correct door, the two of them went into a small room with several chairs and a secretary sitting behind a desk near a second wooden door.

"How can I help you?" She asked as they entered.

"He is here to see Dr. McCellan," Jack explained to the secretary as the Doctor just stared at her.

"Name," The secretary asked.

"Doctor John Smith," Jack answered. The secretary nodded.

"He is still with another patient. If you would like to have a seat he will be with you shortly," She explained. Jack took a seat near the desk, but the Doctor chose to pace the office while he waited instead. It was only a few minutes later when the second door opened and Ian stepped out with an older man.

"I'll see you next week James," Ian told the man. He then turned his attention to the Doctor. "I've already got the chess board set up for our game if you would like to follow me, Doctor." The Doctor's pace didn't change as he followed Ian into his office. The two of them spent the first half playing chess while the Doctor informed Ian who he rather be talking to than the therapist and Ian explained what he would rather be doing than talking to the Doctor. After he beat Ian three times in a row at the game, they switched to the Doctor throwing items at the wall while he finally began to talk about something that was bothering him.

"I feel like I'm not in control of my body except when I am here," The Doctor told Ian as he threw another small bean bag. "With Jack and Martha I am told when to eat, and sleep, what medicine I have to take and they even discuss whether or not I should be having sex with Jack." His face turned red as his brain caught up to his mouth. He opened and closed his mouth several times before continuing in a softer voice. "I should be able to control myself, but I can't. I don't know what is happening to me Dannyboy."

"What do you mean by you can't control yourself," Ian asked.

"I'm a Time Lord. I should be able to control my emotions and my body. I should be able to easily beat you at chess. I should also be able to concentrate on several things at once. I also should be able to control myself around Jack. I shouldn't be sleeping as much as I am nor should I be as lethargic. Instead, my brain feels clouded making it so I can't think. I can't control myself and it terrifies me," The Doctor explained.

"From what I know about drug abuse, it affects the brain. Have you considered that your inability to control yourself is from that?" Ian asked. The Doctor glared at him.

"Is that all you have Dannyboy. I thought you were smarter than that," The Doctor hissed. In reality, he hadn't thought about it and he should have. He wasn't about to tell that to Ian though. He knew the consequences of drug abuse, but it was hard to remember or even consider when it came to himself.

"You could have also hit your head and this is all an illusion," Ian answered. The Doctor smiled and threw one of the bean bags at Ian. Ian caught it chucking it at the wall with a loud thump.

"I think I would make up someone smarter to talk to than you Danny," The Doctor replied with a chuckle.

"I don't know. I like to think I am pretty intelligent," Ian responded.

"For a human," The Doctor clarified.

"For a human," Ian agreed.