The closer it got to the day of Tish's surgery, the more nervous that the Doctor became. Jack could feel it clearly through the bond, even if the Doctor tried to deny it. He was worried that he wasn't going to be able to fix her arm or that he was going to end up scarring her for life with a semi-useless arm. Jack tried to remind him that the absolute worse case scenario was that she was going to lose her arm, which was the best scenario modern doctors had been able to give her. It didn't help the Doctor any, though, and the night before her surgery, Jack was woken up to him screaming in bed.
"No, no. I'm sorry," the Doctor called out as he tossed and turned. Jack could feel fear through the bond as the Doctor continued to scream.
"Shh, it's alright. I've got you," Jack reassured him gently. He wasn't able to hold the Doctor with how much he was squirming. So instead, he sent the feeling of calm through the bond, trying to help the Doctor relax. It didn't work as the Doctor cried out for him but continued to squirm on the bed.
"Jack, help me," He cried out. Jack laid down on the bed next to him grabbing the Time Lord in his arms. He held him close as he was elbowed and kicked as the Doctor tried to run away in his sleep. "Jack," he whimpered.
"I'm right here Doctor. You're safe in my arms and I promise I am not going to let you go. You just need to calm down," Jack cooed softly. Another twenty minutes passed before the Doctor finally went limp against him, as he opened his eyes.
"I don't feel good," he moaned as he rolled over pressing his face to Jack's chest.
"Please don't get sick on me," Jack replied. The thought made his stomach churn, but still he didn't push the Doctor away.
"I won't," The Doctor promised. He curled further into Jack as his stomach threatened to break the promise. He moaned, pressing his face further into Jack's bare chest. Jack ran soothing circles on the Doctor's back as he held him. He didn't push the Doctor to talk about his dream as they were both prone to nightmares. If the Doctor wanted to talk, though, Jack would be there to listen. He dropped a kiss softly on the Doctor's head.
"Going back to sleep?" Jack wondered as the Doctor yawned. The Doctor shook his head no. "It must have been a bad one then."
"Yeah," The Doctor agreed not lifting his head.
"I will hold you all night if I need to, but you need to sleep. You don't want to be tired while performing Tish's surgery tomorrow," Jack informed him. The Doctor tensed in his arms. Jack sighed as he realized he had guessed right about why the Doctor was having nightmares. The Doctor was still doubting himself that he could help Tish even though Jack had reviewed the x-rays with him. Jack agreed the Doctor's idea could work based on his knowledge and when he had emailed it to the other doctors who would be helping in the surgery, they had agreed as well. There was no reason for the Doctor to continue to worry. "Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart," Jack tried to reassure him.
"And if it's not?" The Doctor questioned softly.
"Then we will figure it out like we always do," Jack answered. He kissed the Doctor again as the Doctor didn't answer him. Jack lay there holding the Doctor quietly until he fell asleep. When he woke up several hours later, he was stiff and sore from laying in the same position all night, but the Doctor was sleeping soundly against him. Jack didn't move as he held the Doctor, letting him sleep as long as he needed to. They were taking the TARDIS to UNIT in London so they didn't need to worry about being up early in order to drive the three plus hours to get there. Eventually, though, Jack's bladder won out and he carefully got out of bed leaving the Doctor sleeping peacefully.
He used the loo before heading to the kitchen to make coffee. The kettle had just started to whistle when a sleepy looking Doctor appeared. He was completely naked and Jack tried not to stare at his member as he wandered over to the kettle to make himself tea. Jack tried to remember if the Doctor was wearing trousers when they were sleeping earlier, but he was too focused on the fact that the Doctor was naked to concentrate. He picked up his own coffee, trying to take a drink as his hand shook. He hissed in pain as hot coffee landed on his chest. The Doctor turned around looking confused.
"I spilled coffee on myself," Jack explained grabbing a towel. He wiped the coffee off of his chest as he tried and failed to keep his eyes on the Doctor's face. "Not that I am not enjoying the view but is there any reason you are naked?" He asked finally. The Doctor raised one eyebrow at Jack.
"I'll go get dressed," He replied, starting to head out of the kitchen.
"Don't you dare." Jack set down his coffee grabbing the Doctor and turning him around. Their lovemaking was quick as the Doctor held on to the counter crying out Jack's name as Jack moved behind him. Jack had never imagined that having sex with the Doctor could be carnal like this. He always pictured it more tender in their bed. Now they both raced towards their own release with little regards to the other's pleasure. Jack found it first deep inside the Doctor. He didn't stop moving though until the Doctor found his own. After Jack stumbled backward, collapsing in a chair as the Doctor slumped against the counter breathing hard.
"We need to get showered and ready," Jack informed him.
"This is a time machine Jack," The Doctor replied as he laid his head on the counter. He gave a slight wiggle to his hips and Jack felt his body responding. He didn't know if the Doctor's new sex drive was just to his change in hormones but Jack planned on taking full advantage of it while he could. Standing up again, he once more took his place behind the Doctor.