It was just past three hours from the time he arrived when Ian finally stepped off the TARDIS. The Doctor was still sitting on the floor thinking about Ian's words. He looked up with a smile as Jack came on board with a hot cup of tea in his hand. He handed it down to the Doctor before taking Ian's place on the Captain's seat.

"Feeling better?" Jack questioned. The Doctor shrugged. He was still feeling confused about what Ian said and hurt over what happened the day before. The worse part was that he never actually got to confront Micha. He had imagined himself marching into the office and looking Micha in the eye telling him that he didn't need him nor the drugs anymore. He would let the oncoming storm flash in his eyes as he ordered Micha to close down his library and leave the city. Jack had taken that from him by killing him. While it had saved Ben, it had still stolen the closer from him. He had also lost that same closer from the guard as Jack had taken it upon himself to kick him in the head. While he loved Jack for protecting him, he also hated him for it.

"No, but I'm getting there," The Doctor answered him. Jack moved off the seat to sit next to the Doctor on the ground. He wrapped an arm around the Doctor's shoulder and he leaned into him.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Jack questioned. The Doctor shook his head no. He turned to face Jack, kissing him softly on the cheek before easing himself up. Jack offered him a hand, letting him push himself to his feet. He stretched his sore muscles then looked at the handbrake. Despite having the ability to travel all of space and time again, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. He patted the console, then headed off the TARDIS intending to do just that. Leaving he was unhappy to see Martha was still there. With the Doctor back at the flat, she had taken the day off of work for the first time in over a week.

"Ready for lunch?" She wondered. In front of her, she had a plate of fish and chips. He could see that there was more fish in the kitchen with two plates set out.

"I'm not hungry," He replied automatically continuing towards his room.

"Nonsense, you didn't eat breakfast," Martha started. The Doctor sighed loudly cutting her off.

"And if I'm not hungry then I won't eat dinner either," The Doctor snipped at her. He stormed to his room, slamming the door behind him. Pulling out his sonic, he locked it intending on keeping everyone out. He didn't care if he had a seizure, he didn't care if they became angry at him or if they forced him back to the hospital for an IV. In the safety of the room, he could be alone.

"Sweetheart, unlock the door and let me in," Jack called out to him. He could hear the annoyance in Jack's voice over the fact he had locked him out but he didn't care.

"Go away," The Doctor replied. He unbuttoned his suit jacket taking it off before unbuckling his trousers. He toed his converse off before kicking his trousers off after them. Jack and Martha always made him pick up his clothes but with them locked out he was free to leave them on the ground. He threw his overshirt on the ground with the rest of his clothes. Flopping down on the bed, he peeled off his socks throwing them at the wall.

"Doctor, please don't do this. Just open the door and talk to me," Jack practically begged him. He didn't answer as he flopped down on the bed covering his face with the pillow. "Sweetheart?" He still didn't reply. He knew Jack would eventually give up and leave him alone. Jack was persistent, though. He heard Jack sit down against the bedroom door with a thump. "When you finally decide to come out of the room, perhaps we can take another short trip. I have always wanted to see Felspoon in person, even if I have heard that you have to watch out for landslides. Or we can go to the Infernal district of Lakespur. I heard the flowers that they grow there make the land look as if it were on fire."

"If I unlock the door, will you shut up and let me sleep?" The Doctor questioned him crankily as he continued to ramble on.

"Yes," Jack answered. The Doctor removed the pillow rolling over to reach for the sonic. He pointed it at the door as he pressed the button on the side. The lock clicked and almost at the exact same time, the door opened as Jack entered. He came over to the side of the bed sitting down on the edge of it. "While I can respect that you want privacy, if you lock me out again I will remove the hinges from the door."

"Fine, can I go to sleep now?" The Doctor wondered glaring up at his lover. Jack nodded. He stretched out so that he was eye-level with the Doctor staring into his unhappy brown eyes.

"You can try to hide Doc, but I know you're not tired or angry. So rather than playing these games, why don't you tell me what is bothering you," Jack told him. He could feel the Doctor's unhappiness through the bond. It was the only thing he had felt from his lover since he began talking to Ian. He had hoped that Ian would help him to feel better, but the unhappiness had only increased until Ian left for the day.

"Ian wants me to talk to Ben. He thinks it may help me see that I am no better than an ape who lets my body get used," the Doctor informed Jack.

"He called you an ape?" Jack teased light trying to make his lover smile. It didn't work.

"I may have summarized," The Doctor admitted. Jack chuckled leaning forward to kiss him quickly on the forehead.

"It is up to you Doctor but I think it is a good idea. There is a reason that they have different groups that you can go to and talk about your addiction. You aren't the only one who was used by Micha nor are you the only one who took that drug. Maybe talking to Ben will help you realize that you aren't alone in what happened," Jack commented. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"You sound like Dannyboy," The Doctor informed him. "I will tell you the same thing I told him. I'll think about it."

"So, in other words, no," Jack commented knowing his lover. The Doctor glared at him turning his back to Jack. Jack lay there quietly while he pretended to be asleep. Jack knew he wasn't, though, still he let him pretend. After a short while, he crept out of the room quietly. Jack closed the door tightly behind him and the Doctor resisted the urge to lock it with his sonic. Alone with his thoughts, he wondered if he should just give in and go see Ben. With the thought of Ben, however, he could see him bent over the desk again being used by Micha. He pushed the thought away as his stomach flipped and he leaned over the bed to be sick into the bin. At this rate he didn't think he would ever eat again.