Jack was only a few steps behind the Doctor leaving the flat. The Brigadier had offered to go in Jack's place, but Jack had refused the offer. The Doctor had come to trust and confide in him over the last few weeks. He couldn't back away now, just because the Doctor was angry. He had to continue to show the Doctor that he would love him and stand by his side regardless. Going out of the door, he wasn't surprised by the fact that the Doctor wasn't waiting just outside of the flat, Jack hurried over to the stairwell. Looking down he quickly determined that the Doctor had headed up rather than towards the street. He took the stairs two at a time as he rushed to the roof. While he was irritated with the Doctor for the way that he had reacted to their conversation, he wasn't going to let him take off on his own. The Doctor still wasn't feeling good and Jack was worried that he was going to have a second seizure or do something stupid in his anger. As he made it to the top of the stairs, his heart sank. Not because he found the Doctor seizing on the roof, but because the Time Lord was standing on the edge of the building with his arms spread wide.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Jack asked trying to keep his voice calm as he inched slowly closer to the Doctor. He didn't want to startle him and cause him to fall, but he was desperate to get the Doctor away from the edge of the building.
"Taking control of my life back while you celebrate what you have taken from me," The Doctor answered. His voice was now still full of all the anger that it held as he rushed out of the flat. Jack also knew that if he could see the Doctor's face that he would have tears streaming down his face. They had caused him this anger and despite his own anger at the Doctor's outburst, he wasn't going to let the Doctor regenerate.
"Doctor, listen to me. I know you are angry at us for talking about you again. The party, though, really is a celebration of your accomplishments and was never meant to embarrass you. I am sorry that it has, but regenerating isn't the answer," Jack told him moving even closer. He was almost close enough that he could grab the Doctor's coat and pull him away from the edge.
"I never said anything about regenerating," The Doctor answered. They had taken everything away from him except the choice to die. He could make that choice right now with just a single step off of the rooftop. While it normally wouldn't necessarily kill him, with his body weak he would be able to choose to end it rather than regenerate. He didn't actually want to die, though. He just wanted to feel the coolness of the air against his skin as he stared up at the stars. For one moment, he could pretend that he was back in his TARDIS staring out into the everlasting night rather than stuck here in London.
"Shit," Jack swore under his breath as he realized the Doctor was right. The Doctor turned so that he was looking at Jack. Despite his obvious anger, there was a calmness in his eyes even as he stood at the edge of the building. Jack paused in his movements frustrated that the Doctor was still just out of his reach. He worried that any attempt to get closer would send the Doctor off the edge. "Come back from the edge sweetheart and talk to me. I know that you want your life back, but this isn't the answer. Killing yourself won't solve anything."
"I know and that is why I am not going to kill myself. Even if it will give you your life back at Torchwood and Martha can return to working for UNIT. No one will have to worry about me or wonder about the next time I am going to have a seizure. I won't have people sticking me with needles constantly even as they claim to worry about my drug usage," The Doctor answered.
"Then please step away from the edge," Jack told him. The Doctor stared at him for a moment and then much to Jack's relief, he stepped away from the edge on his own. Jack let out the breath he didn't know he was holding as the two of them moved towards the stairs. Jack wrapped his arms around the Doctor holding onto him tightly for just a moment. He then grabbed the Doctor's shoulders so that he could look him in the eyes. "Don't scare me like that again. I don't want my life back at Torchwood if it means your death."
"What about once I am healed?" The Doctor questioned.
"Then you and I are going to travel the stars together if that is what you still want. I will have to return to Torchwood to check on my team and help out, but I won't be staying there permanently again. I know you don't want to look back on this miserable planet, but I can't just abandon it quite yet," Jack explained to him. The Doctor smiled at him. Despite what he said in his moment of anger, he wasn't ready to give up on the planet quite yet. Earth had been a second home to him since losing Gallifrey and he wasn't ready to give up on all the humans just yet.
"I do want to travel with you. I'm just tired of all this," The Doctor responded wrapping his arms around Jack.
"I know and in the morning, we will talk to Martha about letting you have some control over your life again. I can promise you this, though. You are lucky that I am the one who came after you. Because if Martha catches you up on the edge of the roof, she won't hesitate to restrain you again," Jack informed him. The Doctor sighed.
"Just another way she is in control of my body," The Doctor growled.
"She doesn't have control over everything," Jack reminded him. "You still get to choose, what you eat, where we go in the afternoons, and when we make love." Jack kissed him on the top of his head. He knew he was pushing it, but in the same movement, he gently pressed his groin against the Doctors. The Doctor didn't bother to answer Jack as he carefully pulled away. Despite Jack being his lover and therefore having to get use to Jack turning everything sexual, he wasn't in the mood. Jack was right on that aspect, though. He went back to the flat where the mood had turned somber because of his outburst. He didn't apologize for it as he picked up a beer off the table. He didn't particularly care for the taste, but that wasn't the point. He opened it taking a drink, as he dug the banana pudding out of the fridge.
"We didn't mean to upset you, old chap," The Brigadier told him as he straightened up with both the bowls of pudding balanced in his hand. "You have come remarkably far in your recovery and perhaps we can sit down and discuss your continuing treatment." The Doctor looked over at Martha. She was staring at the floor and the Doctor figured that she had been talked to while Jack went to get him from the roof.
"In the morning," He responded, pouring all of the chocolate pudding into the banana pudding's bowl. Picking it up, he took it with him to the living room and sat down on Jack's leg. Using his fingers he happily scooped up a glob of the pudding placing it in his mouth.
"You're disgusting," Jack whispered in his ear. The Doctor smiled at him as Jack took the beer from his hand. He offered Jack a bite of the pudding off his fingers and Jack took it.
"Get a room," Mickey called out from the floor causing them all to laugh.
"Later," Jack agreed, winking at Mickey. Mickey flushed bright red, but the Doctor just rolled his eyes. Leaning back against Jack, the Doctor continued to eat. By the time he was finished Tish was asleep on the floor and Martha was leading Mickey to her room. Jack showed the Brigadier out, thanking him for coming over and apologizing that it hadn't went as well as he planned. Thankfully the Brigadier was understanding. He bid them goodnight heading on his way. After locking up for the night, Jack carefully lifted Tish up off of the floor, placing her on the couch. "Coming to bed?" he asked the Doctor once Tish was settled.
"Yep," The Doctor agreed. He went into the room with Jack closing the door tightly behind them. Even with the door closed, they could both hear Martha and Mickey enjoying each other's bodies across the flat. Jack tried his luck kissing the Doctor and soon they were both naked in each other's arms. The Doctor let go of Jack rolling up onto his hands and knees. Jack hesitated as he stared at the Doctor's body. He knew that the last time the Doctor had been taken on his knees was when the guard had raped him and he didn't understand why the Doctor wanted sex that way.
"Are you sure?" Jack questioned, running his hand along the Doctor's naked bottom. The Doctor nodded. Trying to trust his lover, Jack positioned himself between the Doctor's legs then pushed slowly into his body. His heart broke as the Doctor tensed crying out. He paused in his movements.
"Please, Jack," The Doctor begged as he reminded himself that he wanted this from his lover. If he asked Jack too, though, Jack would have changed positions, but he needed this. He needed it to be his choice this time as he reclaimed a little control over his body. Jack made it easier as he reached out for the Doctor's hand gripping it tightly as he pressed in further. Laying himself across the Doctor's back, he nibbled on this shoulder, kissing across to the other and doing the same. He kept his movements slow as he continued to hold the Doctor's hand tightly. Pulling on the Doctor's shoulders, he guided him up off the bed so that he was supporting the Doctor's weight as he continued to thrust up into his body. The Doctor arched his back, turning his head to kiss Jack as they moved as one. He wrapped one arm around the Doctor's waist as the Doctor supported himself. The other hand moved to the Doctor's member. He brought the Doctor to completion, then followed him over the edge. The Doctor groaned as Jack filled his body with his release. Jack started to pull away, but the Doctor followed him, wanting to keep the feeling of his lover deep inside for just a little longer. Jack rolled them to the side keeping himself pressed against the Doctor. The Doctor held onto Jack's arms as he drifted off to sleep feeling safe as he was both filled by and held in his lover's embrace.