Over the next week, little changed around the small flat and in the Doctor's life. Just like Jack predicted the Doctor seemed closed off when it came to sex. He no longer asked for it or implied he wanted it by laying on the bed naked. Instead, he remained dressed at all times when possible with Jack. Though they still shared a bed as well as a shower, hands no longer wandered and Jack hoped that one day the Doctor would forgive him for his actions. In the meantime, though, he relished the soft kisses he received as well as the long hugs even if they were becoming fewer and fewer. He was silently preparing to let the Doctor go while at the same time wishing he could take back that night.
The Doctor's sessions with Ian became more productive than just throwing things and Jack more than once had to pretend that he hadn't heard them arguing loudly about something. The Doctor desperately needed to talk and if yelling at Ian for an hour made him feel better, than as long as Ian was willing to take the abuse, Jack saw no problem with it. Their arguments reached a head on the following Friday afternoon, though, and the Doctor stormed angrily out of the office only a half an hour into the session. Jack didn't even try to persuade him to go back in as the Oncoming Storm glared at him before rushing out of the building. Jack followed him to the SUV where the Doctor got into the passenger side. He crossed his arms staring out the window breathing heavily in his anger while Jack drove.
"Do you want to talk about what you two were discussing that upset you so much?" Jack questioned the Doctor softly. The Doctor had an appointment with Martha that afternoon and Jack really didn't want to spend any length of time in the car with a grumpy Time Lord. The Doctor seemed to have other ideas as he glared at Jack again.
"Just drive," The Doctor hissed reaching over to turn on the radio. He turned the volume up high as pop music once more filled the SUV. The singer on the radio sounded strangely like Rose and Jack was about to comment on it when the Doctor changed the station. Another song came on about being broken hearted and the Doctor turned the radio off. The rest of the drive was quiet except for the sounds of the road and the Doctor's huffing.
Jack hoped that Martha would be able to calm down the Doctor when they got to UNIT, but if anything she only made him madder. Not only did she take several vials of blood, she also gave him a head to toe examination. The Doctor was humiliated as Martha had him drop his trousers and lay on his side on the table so she could check where his stitches had been to make sure he was still healing well. Jack had offered to leave the room, but the grip the Doctor had on his hand made it impossible as the Time Lord hid his face with his other arm. He wouldn't look at Jack as he quickly dressed himself.
"You're healing well Doctor," Martha informed him once he was dressed. "I am going to run some test on your blood and then once I know more we will discuss when your next appointment will be."
"Fine," The Doctor replied not caring.
"Do you have any questions for me before you go?" Martha wondered.
"Yeah, are you going to shut up and let me leave or do I have to stand here and pretend to listen?" The Doctor asked her crankily.
"Oi, be nice to Martha. Just because you are in a bad mood doesn't mean you can take it out on others," Jack snapped at him. The Doctor looked at Jack.
"You can shut up too," He offered. Jack sighed. He tried to take the Doctor's hand to lead him back to the SUV, but the Doctor didn't let him. He stormed back to the SUV climbing into the back seat. He didn't buckle as he turned to the side with his back to the window crossing his arms
"Will you let the Brigadier know he is in a foul mood and we can have tea together the next time he has an appointment?" Jack questioned as he stood next to the door, not really wanting to go back to the flat alone with the angry Doctor.
"Of course," Martha responded. She gave Jack a hug and Jack stood there holding her for just a moment. "I know days like today are hard, but I promise you that he is getting better Jack."
"I know," Jack agreed softly. He looked up as the horn from the SUV blared as the Doctor grew tired of waiting. "I better go before he wakes up the whole hospital." Jack released Martha going around the SUV and climbing in. The Doctor was still holding the horn down and Jack had to resist the urge to smack his hand away. "Sit back and buckle up so we can go."
"Finally," the Doctor sighed, flopping back but otherwise not listening to Jack.
"I don't know what has got you in such a bad mood, but I suggest you figure it out. I am not going to deal with you being cranky the rest of the night. Now put your bloody seatbelt on so we can go," Jack hissed at him. The Doctor didn't turn from the way he was sitting as he maneuvered the seatbelt so it was buckled. Deciding he had enough of the Time Lord, Jack sped all the way back to the flat. Upon arriving, he made sure the Doctor went into the flat first slamming the door behind him. Jack, though remained in the hall counting to ten to calm himself down. When ten didn't work, he counted to fifty and finally to one-hundred. Feeling a little better he went into see the Doctor sitting on the bed with the door open. In his hand, he had a pair of scissors as well as the box of condoms.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked even though he could see perfectly well the Doctor was using the scissors to shred the condoms.
"I'm not tainted," The Doctor screamed as he picked up a hand full of the shredded condoms and threw them on the floor.
"I know you're not," Jack offered quietly. He jerked back slightly as he received condom hitting him square in the forehead in reply to his reassurances. While it hadn't hurt, it had taken him off guard and he was able to bat the next one away without it actually hitting him in the face again. "Is that what you and Ian were talking about that made you so angry?"
"It's not just Dannyboy," The Doctor hissed picking up another condom to shred.
"Martha drew blood today to test to make sure the drugs are coming out of your system. We didn't want to tell you, in case she is wrong, but we might be able to reduce the medication you are on that restricts you from communicating with the TARDIS," Jack explained. He saw hope flash briefly across the Doctor's eyes as he glanced up at Jack. He quickly looked down again as he selected another condom to destroy.
"What is the point? I still won't be allowed to leave and you will still think I am tainted," The Doctor hissed.
"I don't think you're tainted," Jack told him loudly. The Doctor paused what he was doing to looking up at Jack. Jack saw, much to his surprise, that the Doctor wasn't angry. His eyes were filled with pain as he stared at his once lover.
"Than why won't you be with me?" The Doctor questioned him.
"I didn't think you wanted me to after what happened last week," Jack apologized daring to step closer. The Doctor watched him closely as Jack sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out carefully taking the scissors from the Doctor and laying them on the bedside table. The Doctor watched him as he held open his arms before leaning into them. Jack held onto him tightly. "I never met to hurt you. I was only giving you space because I thought that is what you wanted."
"It isn't," The Doctor whispered. He had missed the feeling of Jack's body moving with his and the safeness he had felt just laying in his arms. In his nine-hundred years he had never enjoyed sex and just when he was starting to, that pleasure had been taken away from him. He had tried to control himself, even if it was still hard, but if anything Jack had just become more distant making him wonder what he had did wrong. "I.. I love you."
"I love you, too," Jack responded softly as the Doctor said the three little words he had longed to hear. Jack kissed him deeply as the Doctor let him take dominance over his body. He guided the Doctor onto his back as their trousers were quickly discarded. Jack knew that he should have taken the time to find another condom, but he also knew it would set in the Doctor's mind once and for all that he was tainted if he took the time to put one on. Trying not to think about the consequences of his decision, he gently used his fingers to open the Doctor before guiding himself inside.
"Oh, Jack," The Doctor whimpered, gripping the blankets tightly as Jack moved in his body. Jack kept each thrust as long and as slow as possible, trying desperately to control himself. He relished in each whimper the Doctor made as well as each groan as he looked into the soft brown eyes of the man he loved. Finally, he could hold back no longer and he brought them both over the edge, spilling himself deep inside the Doctor. Collapsing forward he kept himself buried in his lover as he rested his head on his shoulder. The Doctor's legs wrapped around him, holding him close while the Doctor's hand ran along his spine. Jack turned his head to kiss his lover as he began to slowly thrust his hips once more.