"So have you decided where you are going to take Tish for the surgery on her arm?" Jack wondered the next morning as the two of them sat in the library. Jack was laying on the couch reading a fiction novel about a hero from the fifty-first century who saved people before riding off in his gleaming space cruiser. Jack remembered reading similar novels as a child and enjoyed the nostalgia of it. The Doctor, on the other hand, was sitting at the desk. He had several books in front of him, balled up pieces paper and a chewed on ink pen. His hair looked as though he had been electrocuted due to the number of times he had run his hands through it and his thinking glasses were nearly hanging off his nose. The Doctor growled at Jack in reply.
"Why not take her to the clinic on Salimataron?" Jack questioned. The Doctor looked up at him quizzically. He was trying to figure out if Jack was kidding or not. While the clinic there was one of the best in the galaxy at treating and fixing bones, their aftercare left a lot to be desired. They were a small clinic with just a waiting room, two surgical theaters and a break room for the staff. People who entered were expected to leave as soon as their surgery's were completed and they were awake. A hotel across the street from the clinic made good money watching for people who were being escorted out of the clinic and making sure they got safely to their room. That was if they could afford the service fee. Most ended up bring a friend or family member to take them home or there was the unlucky few who ended up sleep off the anesthesia in the alley beside it.
"No," The Doctor stated at last when he realized Jack was being serious. "Even though they would be able to repair her arm, in order to save it I have to make sure they follow the guidelines I give them. If possible I want to be in the operating room guiding them. That clinic values their privacy and I have never made it past the waiting room."
"What about the hospital on new Earth in New New York? The cat nuns work miracles." The Doctor wasn't looking at him, so Jack missed the frown that crossed his face. "I took a friend there while in the Time Agency who should have lost his life. Not only were the nuns able to cure him, they had him back on his feet in a matter of days rather than the month it should have taken."
"I shut that place down," The Doctor told Jack.
"Why?" Jack wondered in surprise. He was sure that the Doctor would have appreciated the work they were doing.
"They farmed humans with diseases in order to cure people," The Doctor hissed.
"Alright. Then the next option is that you could perform the surgery," Jack suggested. The Doctor finally turned to look at him. As he did he pushed his glasses up, making Jack's heart skip a beat. "Not alone of course," Jack continued.
"I'm not a surgeon, Jack," The Doctor stated.
"Not even in the war?" Jack questioned. The Doctor shook his head no. He closed his eyes for a moment as a darkness crossed them. "Martha and I could help you."
"We would need more than three people to make sure the surgery goes smoothly. At the very least I would need an anesthesiologist as well as an orthopedic specialist," the Doctor commented. He opened his eyes again.
"Owen could help. He knows about anesthesiology and I am sure Martha could find a surgeon she trust to perform the surgery," Jack tried. Jack could see that the Doctor was considering it. He didn't want people he didn't know on the TARDIS, though. They were going to have to perform the surgery in either Torchwood or he could see if UNIT would allow them to operate there. He shuddered at the thought of having to deal with a large group of people he didn't know. Absentmindedly his hand drifted down to his stomach.
"I'll think about it," The Doctor said finally. Jack smiled. He moved closer to the Doctor wrapping his arms around him.
"I think you need to stop thinking for a while," Jack told him. He dropped a kiss on the top of the Doctor's head, kissing his way down to the Doctor's lips. The Doctor felt the shift in Jack's attention immediately. The thought of being intimate with Jack scared him almost as much as being in a crowd again. He wanted it though. He wanted to feel someone moving with his body because he wanted them too and not because they had forced themselves on him. He kissed Jack back slowly, savoring the taste of Jack's lips on his. Jack may have started the kissing, but he was the one who removed Jack's shirt. He reached up to take his glasses and Jack stopped him. "Leave them on," Jack whispered.
The Doctor reached for Jack's belt, unhooking it as he slid his hand into Jack's trousers. Jack gasped at the feeling of the cool hand touching him. He looked down to see the Doctor watching him nervously. Jack took a deep breath and reminded himself that he was Captain Jack Harkness. That did little to settle his nervousness as well. He pulled the Doctor to stand up and helped him to remove his trousers. From there he walked them backwards to the couch, he laid down on it, pulling the Doctor on top of himself. The Doctor thrust gently against him as he kissed Jack softly.
"Can I?" The Doctor mumbled against Jack's mouth. It wasn't the way Jack planned it. Hell, if this had been planned they would have been in their room not on the library couch. Jack thought about it for less than a moment before nodding his agreement.
"Lube is in my trousers," Jack replied. The Doctor moved off of him to retrieve the lube before taking his place again. They both moved slowly as they kissed softly, neither one of them wanting to be separated for long. Jack didn't know how long they kissed and laid there before the Doctor was pushing himself into his body. Jack stared at him wide-eyed, remembering the cool feeling of the Time Lord. Only being able to watch the Doctor reminded him that this was the man that he loved, not the one who used his body for his own pleasure. A hand gently stroked the side of his face as their hips touched.
Jack caught the hand in his, kissing the back of it. Their movements remained slow until the Doctor tensed, falling over the edge first. He kept up his movements after, making sure Jack also found a release before collapsing down onto him. He held Jack tightly, their bodies covered in sweat, but the Doctor still wasn't ready to separate from him.
"I love you," Jack whispered. The Doctor kissed the side of Jack's neck softly. He felt the Doctor's mouth move, but no words came out. Even if the Doctor couldn't say it, at that moment, Jack could feel how much the Doctor loved him. He snuggled the Doctor closely, wishing more than ever that the baby was his. Wishing wouldn't change the fact that it was the Master's but he tried anyways.