The rest of the evening went by normally enough for Martha and Jack, yet made the Doctor feel trapped in routine. He was once again woken from his sated slumber to eat, then spent time with Jack and Martha on the couch watching the telly. He didn't care what was on, though. Even as he relaxed against Jack, all he could think about was the urge to run and how easy it would be to slip out of the front door when no one was looking. Finally, he was allowed to crawl into the comfort of his bed. He lay there curled on his side around a pillow pretending to sleep while he listened to the others move around the flat. He eventually heard the bedroom door open and Jack slipped inside coming over to the bed. He climbed in behind the Doctor cuddling him close as he drifted off to sleep. The Doctor waited until the flat was quiet before carefully getting out of bed.
He dressed as quickly and quietly as he could, taking care not to wake Jack. He wanted to be alone for awhile and now was his chance. With everyone asleep he left the flat heading down the stairs. He didn't hurry as he walked down the street. He tried to pretend that he didn't know where he was going as he took the path that would lead him to the park. He wondered if the man was still there leaning against the tree. It was silly to think he would be this late at night, but the Doctor hoped silently he was there. As he walked, he saw several others out late some of them were laughing and another man was laying on the sidewalk, obviously drunk. The Doctor stepped around him, determined to make it to his destination. He had to walk quite awhile but soon he was on the road that would lead him directly to the park. Once there, though, he hesitated. He paused looking down the road then turned to look behind him. He was slightly surprised when he saw Jack standing there watching him a short distance away. He had his hands in his pockets as he too wondered what the Doctor was going to do.
"We both know where this path leads, Doctor," Jack said breaking the silence as he started forward. The Doctor nodded, looking once more towards the park. "I know this has been hard for you, but trust me the answers to your problems aren't in that park."
"My life is out of my control, Jack and I am sick of it. I am tired of being told when I have to eat, what medications I have to take, whether or not I get an injection when I don't want it. I just want my life back," The Doctor answered.
"And you think you will get your life back if you go to that park?" Jack questioned. "The only thing that park will lead you to is your death Doctor. Those drugs didn't give you control of your life but took it away. You may not remember clearly how much pain you were in when you first arrive here, but I do and I will not let you go through that again."
"It's not your choice what I do to my body," The Doctor snapped at him.
"Fine, then let me remind you how much of a choice you had over your body when you were on the drugs," Jack seethed. Grabbing the Doctor's arm he drug him towards the nearby alley as the Doctor fought against him. He squirmed, trying desperately to break free but Jack was stronger than him. He cried out as Jack forced him to bend over a trash bin, Jack's groin pressing into his bottom.
"Jack, no," he whimpered desperately over and over as Jack's hands went around his waist grabbing his belt. He held onto the bin sobbing pitifully as he squirmed. He waited to feel the cool air of the night against his skin followed by pain, but Jack's hands didn't move. Instead, Jack released him pulling him to stand properly. He hung his head keeping his eyes towards the ground as he stood in front of Jack.
"Here," Jack told him pushing a handkerchief into his hands. The Doctor took it from him but didn't move. He was trembling so badly Jack was slightly surprised that he remained on his feet. He hated himself for being the one to cause the Doctor such pain and he would understand if the Doctor never wanted to have sex with him again. He deserved it after all. He could live with the Doctor hating him, though, as long as the Doctor remained safe and healthy. Reaching out he hesitantly took the Doctor's hand in his. "Come on," he whispered giving it a gentle tug to lead him out of the alley and back towards the flat. The Doctor had other ideas as he turned leaning into Jack's arms. He held onto him tightly as he continued to cry. Jack wrapped his arms around him running his hand soothingly along the Doctor's spine as he made gentle shushing noises.
"I'm sorry," The Doctor whimpered hiccuping.
"I'm sorry, too," Jack responded kissing him softly on the head. He stood there holding the Doctor close to him, thankful that he hadn't ruined everything between them in his moment of anger. They stood there just holding each other until the Doctor's trembling slowed. Jack kissed him softly on the cheek and the Doctor turned his head to kiss Jack on the lips. They kissed soft and slow for a moment, neither one trying to take charge. It was with reluctance that Jack broke the kiss tugging once more on the Doctor's hand to lead him out of the alley. The Doctor let him this time and together they headed down the street away from the park.
Rather than taking the Doctor to the flat, Jack instead led him to a small diner. They got a seat in the corner booth in the back of the diner. The Doctor was weary of eating there due to his last experience in a diner, but despite what happened between them, he still trusted Jack not to let them hurt him. Jack had succeeded in scaring him enough not to go to the park, yet he didn't feel the urge to run away from him back to the safety of the flat. Instead, he sat there while Jack ordered a steak and a cup of coffee. The Doctor only order a cup of coffee so Jack ordered a large side of chips to go with his steak. Neither one of them spoke while they waited for Jack's meal. They both thought about what happened that night as they sipped their coffee. The Doctor regretted his decision to leave the flat on his own while Jack wondered how he could help his lover. At least he hoped the Doctor was still his lover. After tonight, he couldn't be sure.
When the food arrived, Jack started in on the steak pushing the chips to where the Doctor could easily reach them. The Doctor grabbed one, eating it happily while he stared out the window. Jack cut off a piece of steak, offering it to the Doctor. He took it from the fork with his teeth causing Jack to smile. Jack lifted his arm and the Doctor leaned against him as together they finished the meal. The meal completed Jack paid then took the Doctor home to the flat. Neither one of them bothered to undress as they laid down on top of the blankets holding each other close. Soon exhaustion overtook them and they feel asleep snuggled safe in each other's arms.