With the Doctor asleep, Jack went to the TARDIS kitchen for a cup of coffee. He poured himself a cup, then settled down to work on his laptop. He was busy updating the information on an unknown artifact that came through the rift when Martha returned. She had calmed down a little thanks to Mickey, though, she was still upset with the fact they had lied to her. Pouring a cup of tea for herself she took a seat across from Jack. Jack finished up what he was typing before lowering the screen so that he could look at her. She had her doctor's face on, making it clear she wasn't there for a social call.

"How can I help you, Martha?" Jack questioned her keeping his voice pleasant.

"I need to know the truth about how long you two were gone," Martha informed him. Jack opened his mouth to tell her, but she cut him off before he could. "And don't you dare lie to me again. While you two may think it is alright to sneak off in the TARDIS for a few hours, then lie to me about it, I can't take care of the Doctor properly without the correct information. That is part of the reason I wanted him to keep the time the same both on Earth and on his ship. Now if he needs medication, I can't give it to him because I don't know how much time has elapsed."

"We were gone about ten hours," Jack answered finally. Martha's eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth. "Before you go in there and wake him up to yell at him, we didn't do anything stupid like run for our lives. We took care of Micha and his guard then relaxed on a beach for the afternoon. It was even the Doctor's decision to come back here without me coaxing him. Hell if he wanted to I would have happily stayed in one of the rooms the place rents, but he came back on his own."

"Is that supposed to make me happy with the fact that you two left even after I told you to wait for a couple of days," Martha snipped.

"You didn't see him, Martha. Ian asked him about his children and he was breaking down. I told you before that we were killing him and I meant it. I am not going to lose him when a short trip can save him. He had fun and then came back to UNIT to relax after taking his medications without prompting," Jack informed her, his voice rising angrily as he spoke.

"He shouldn't have left in the first day. I ordered him to have a day of rest after he collapsed in his garden last night. Or have you forgotten that part," Martha hissed at Jack rising to her feet. Jack knew she was right. He should have rested the day away. Only that wasn't the Doctor. Jack didn't know the man to ever slow down unless he was forced to and Jack wasn't about to restrain him to a bed again. Well not unless the Doctor wanted him too, but that was play they could explore at some time in the future.

"I'm sorry that I took him out without telling you, but I'm not going to apologize for him having fun," Jack told her.

"I just hope your fun didn't set him back even further in his recovery," Martha hissed. She headed to the kitchen door and Jack followed her. He kept pace with her as she went to the Doctor's room, letting herself in without knocking. The Doctor was still sleeping peacefully but he woke as Martha began checking his vitals. He lay there staring at her with sleepy eyes as she pricked his finger to check his blood energy levels. They had fallen throughout the day which explained the Doctor's exhaustion. Leaving the room for a moment, she quickly returned with a syringe filled with potassium and another form of energy medication. She injected it into the Doctor's shoulder, being gentle despite her anger.

"I am going home for the night after this. Being that you are completely off on your medication schedule, a nurse will have to give you the dose in the middle of the night. Next time you leave, I expect you to keep the time schedule the same," Martha scolded him.

"I could move her forward in time now," the Doctor offered, knowing that there was no point in lying to Martha again about being gone only a minute.

"Don't worry about it at the moment. Rest and move her when you are ready," Martha told him calmly. She didn't speak to him again as she pocketed the empty syringe, checked his energy levels again and then left the TARDIS. The Doctor knew he had really upset her by leaving without her permission, he was just trying to figure out how much that bothered him. After all, he had the right to travel when he wanted to regardless of Martha trying to keep him on Earth for another three months. Then again she was his doctor and he was trying to listen to her, so he could travel again. Deciding that she would get over it, he curled beneath his blankets falling quickly off to sleep once more.

-DW-

While Jack didn't lay down with the Doctor, he stayed close to his room. He was worried that the Doctor's sleep wouldn't be peaceful after having to deal with Micha and his guard. Sure enough, only a few hours later the Doctor began to cry out in his sleep. Jack rushed back into his room to find the Doctor thrashing around on the bed fighting off an unknown assailant. Jack climbed up on the bed with him trying to take the Doctor in his arms in order to comfort him. The Doctor fought him, leaving deep scratches on Jack's arms and chest as he continued to scream. Jack tried his best to calm him, except the Doctor was too far gone in his nightmare to realize his lover was there.

"It's alright, sweetheart. I've got you," Jack cooed softly. He released the Doctor with one arm to reach up and run his fingers through the Doctor's hair. The Doctor tried to bite him and he nearly succeeded. Jack barely managed to get his arm away from the Doctor's mouth as the Doctor tried again.

"No. Jack help me," the Doctor screamed in his sleep. "Jack please, I'm sorry. Just help me."

"All right it's time to wake up," Jack informed him as the Doctor begged for his help even as Jack laid next to him. It broke Jack's heart to hear his lover so distressed. Jack took the Doctor's shoulder in his hand giving it a firm shake. Rather than wake the Doctor up, it only served to make him madder as he screamed louder for Jack to save him. Jack tried to remain calm and let the feeling flow through the bond they shared as he continued to stroke the side of the Doctor's head. It seemed to work as the Doctor began to calm down. He stopped thrashing on the bed, rolling onto his side to curl around a pillow. Jack waited until his breathing had settled before standing up. He carefully pulled on the blankets untangling them from around the Doctor's legs. Once free he covered his lover tucking him back in. Walking quietly, he made his way to the door. He had almost reached it when the Doctor began to scream again.

"Jack, please help me," The Doctor cried out desperately reaching out for his lover. Jack immediately returned to the Doctor's side. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled the Doctor up to lean against him. The Doctor was still crying out in his sleep, trying to get away from Jack. Jack held on, rocking him as he ran his hand comfortingly along the Doctor's spine. The Doctor calmed, his hands gripping Jack's hands tightly. Jack didn't need to look down to know that the Doctor was awake. He could feel his mind clearly as upon waking the feeling of fear and pain filled the bond that they shared. The Doctor leaned more heavily into Jack's arms, turning his head so that he could listen to his heart.

"Did you dream about Micha and his guard?" Jack questioned softly. The Doctor nodded swallowing hard. He didn't want to think about the dream where Micha held him down using his body as he stared up into his cold dead eyes. He cried for Jack to help him as Jack struggled with the guard. He watched on in horror as Jack killed the guard before attacking Micha. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," The Doctor whispered as his grip on Jack's shirt tightened.

"I think you should," Jack informed him. The Doctor looked up at Jack with wide brown eyes.

"I'll talk to Ian tomorrow, Jack, I promise," The Doctor told him. Jack held the Doctor closer as he rested his head on top of the Doctor's. He would have no way of knowing if the Doctor followed through on his promise as neither the Time Lord nor Ian had to tell him anything they talked about in their sessions. While he was happy that the Doctor trusted Ian enough to speak to him, Jack wished that the Doctor would tell him what was bothering him. Still there were other things he could do to comfort his lover while he waited for him to speak to him. Standing up, he scooped the Doctor up in his arms and headed towards the bath.