"I want to go to Torchwood today," Jack announced over breakfast the next morning. The Doctor nodded but didn't respond verbally as he continued to drink his cup of tea. Jack could tell that he wasn't happy with the request. The TARDIS needed to refuel though and Jack wanted to make sure that his team was alright. He didn't feel the request to head to Cardiff was unreasonable even if the Doctor didn't like it.
"She should be able to make the short jump. We will have to make further repairs before I will risk taking her any further at the moment," The Doctor responded finally as he stood up. He walked over to the sink and started to put his cup in it. He hesitated, then moved to the kettle instead. Pouring himself another cup, he returned to his place at the table.
"Do you want to come in with me and meet my team?" Jack wondered. The Doctor looked at him like he had just asked the Doctor to live in a flat again. "It won't be that bad."
"I want to call Sir Alistair and there are more repairs I need to make to the TARDIS," The Doctor stated.
"All of which can be done later today or tomorrow even," Jack replied. Since they had gone to breakfast a few mornings ago, the Doctor had refused to leave the TARDIS. He was being subtle at avoiding Jack's inventions off, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that he was afraid to leave. The TARDIS didn't make it any easier as she hummed angrily at Jack every time he suggested they go somewhere. Jack knew she was protecting her driver and Jack didn't blame him for being scared. He was terrified himself, but he wasn't willing to spend the rest of eternity locked inside the TARDIS. If either one of them were going to move on, they had to leave the TARDIS sometime.
"Jack," The Doctor whined, his mouth forming into a pout. Jack shook his head. He leaned across the table kissing the Doctor on his lower lip.
"No whining," Jack told him.
"I'm not," The Doctor complained. He didn't feel he was whining even if Jack claimed he was.
"All right if you don't want to meet my team, why don't we go out for tea. There is a seafood restaurant not too far away," Jack suggested. The Doctor shook his head no. "You have to leave some time Doc."
"I'm not hiding," The Doctor argued getting snippy with Jack.
"Yes, you are," Jack snapped back at him. The Doctor's eyes filled with tears. He wiped them away as he glared at Jack.
"No, I'm not," The Doctor practically yelled at him.
"Then come outside with me," Jack hissed.
"I don't have to go anywhere to prove that I'm not hiding," The Doctor growled at Jack. He stood up and stormed out of the kitchen leaving Jack sitting at the table. Jack waited for a moment before deciding to go after him. They were both hormonal, even if neither one of them would admit it and both their tempers were closer to the surface than normal. Jack found the Doctor in the control room. The tears were running freely down his face now. He sat down beside the Doctor, pulling him close.
"You don't have to go into Torchwood if you don't want to," Jack reassured the Doctor. The Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack.
"You're going to leave me," The Doctor pouted.
"I'm not," Jack replied as he felt tears in his eyes at the thought. He cursed his hormones as he kissed the Doctor on the side of the head. As he held the Doctor, trying to calm down, he couldn't help but wonder if Owen would help him end this unwanted pregnancy. He didn't mention it as the Doctor got up to make the short jump to Cardiff. He parked the TARDIS directly on the rift, opening her engines up to absorb the energy.
"If you change your mind and want to come in later, just come to the visitor's entrance and I will let you in," Jack informed the Doctor.
"I won't," The Doctor replied. Turning he left the room. Jack sighed and headed out. He walked straight into the familiar entrance, letting himself in. He was surprised to see that no one was in the hub as it was the middle of the day. Jack considered looking for them but changed his mind as he went into the autopsy room. Digging through the medicine cabinet inside it, he found a small bottle of pills. Jack's heart raced as he took the pills out. Opening the bottle, he poured a couple of them in his hand. Looking down at his stomach, he opened his mouth, lifted his hand to his lips and stopped. The Doctor's devastated face as he asked about losing the baby popped into his head.
"Damn it," Jack swore as he threw the pills back into the bottle. He put the bottle in his pocket storming out of the room. As much as he wanted to take the pills he couldn't. Not without discussing it with the Doctor again. The Doctor wouldn't want him to end his pregnancy, he had already made that clear. Rather than return to the TARDIS, Jack went up to his office. Closing the door behind him, he locked it. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet as he headed to his desk. Once there he placed the whiskey, bottle of pills and a small glass in a line. He sat down at his desk, staring at the three items. He had everything he needed now. The whiskey would help him to forget his decision. He poured himself a glass before turning his attention back to the pills.
He picked up the bottle once more and opened the top. The pills scattered on the floor of the office as they hit the wall. Jack didn't bother to pick them up as the cup of whiskey joined them. He was going to have to pick it up eventually. For now, he just leaned back in his chair and stared as the full consequences of his decision hit him.