After their second round of lovemaking, Jack practically dragged the Doctor to the shower when he tried to initiate a third. Jack had no problem with making love to the Doctor all day. Except at that point, he was positive that the Doctor was using it to distract him. He wasn't going to let the Doctor continue to hide and as much as it pained him to do it, he refused to have sex with him a third time. The Doctor grumbled under his breath but realizing Jack wasn't going to give in, he showered then dressed in his brown suit.
Jack showered after him, not giving the Doctor a chance to distract him in the shower as well. After his shower, he dressed in his normal military outfit before setting out in search of the Doctor. It was then he realized his mistake of leaving the Doctor alone when he was trying to avoid going somewhere. The kitchen was a mess as the Doctor cooked an elaborate breakfast for the two of them. Various empty bowls and spoons dirtied the counter, egg shells sat scattered about and flour dusted almost every surface excluding the Doctor. Somehow, despite the mess, he was still spotless as he cooked.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Jack asked finding himself growing irritated. Yes they had a time machine, but they were due to be at UNIT for Tish's surgery in about a half an hour. Being that they weren't leaving Earth, Jack thought it was better that they weren't in two places at once.
"Making breakfast," The Doctor stated as he glanced at Jack. Jack sighed it was his own fault for asking the obvious question. He cleared his throat.
"Yes, but why are you making breakfast? You normally just have a banana with tea," Jack informed him.
"I was hungry and you like English breakfasts so I decided to make you one. I am also making scones to go with it," The Doctor explained. Jack took a deep breath and counted to ten. When it didn't work he tried to count to twenty. Though he was still irritated, he realized that he should expect things like this when he was in a relationship with the Doctor. The Doctor was a very unpredictable man. Jack was going to have to get used to it or he was going to be counting to ten a lot. Jack decided just to go with it for now. Rolling up his sleeves he went over to his lover.
"What can I help with?" He asked. The Doctor grinned at him broadly, kissing him quickly on the cheek. He passed Jack the spatula so that he could finish making the bangers and bacon while he focused on the scones. They worked together cooking with very little conversation between them. By the time they were finished, they had enough food to feed several people. There were scones with Jam and clotted Cream, potatoes, bacon, bangers with peanut butter for Jack, fried tomatoes, toast, eggs, mushrooms, and onions along with several bananas. They sat at the table, eating their fill as the time passed. Eventually, the Doctor could eat no more and he leaned back in his chair, resting his hand on his stomach. Jack followed suit a few bites later with a groan.
"We really should get going. We were supposed to be at UNIT forty-five minutes ago," Jack told him. The Doctor made a face looking around the messy kitchen.
"We should clean up first," he replied. He stood up, grabbing for Jack's plate. Jack put a hand on his to stop him.
"I know you are nervous sweetheart. Putting off the surgery isn't going to help your nerves any. It is only going to make it worse. Let's go out to the control room, you can take us to UNIT and while you are in surgery, I will clean the kitchen," Jack offered. The Doctor stared at him a moment, then sighed. Holding his head as high as he could, he left the kitchen. Jack followed him, making sure he went to the control room. He sat on the captain's seat as the Doctor danced around the console. It was only a short trip and they landed within minutes. The Doctor walked to the door, not bothering to grab his coat. He put his hand on the handle, holding it there a moment. Jack joined him and together they walked out into the UNIT hospital waiting room. Martha was already there with her mum and dad. Francine narrowed her eyes at the Doctor as he exited the TARDIS.
"Sorry we're late," Jack apologized.
"You're right on time. Tish is being prepped for surgery now, if you want to get in there Doctor," Martha said. She walked forehead giving him a hug. "I couldn't lie to her about Tish having surgery. She would never forgive me," She whispered.
"I understand," The Doctor replied as he hugged her back. He released Martha, then gave Jack a hug and kiss goodbye before Martha led him back to where the other doctors were waiting. They reviewed the details of the surgery one more time, then scrubbed up.
The surgery took longer than everyone expected due to the amount of damage to Tish's arm. They had to scrap away the calcium build ups that formed at the ends of the bones. Then had to a line the bone. For the worst breaks, they used plates and screws to hold the bones in place. For the rest, they were relying on the cast to keep them in place. Her arm was pulled moved and looked as though it had been butchered by the time they had all the bones back in place. They lined her arm with staples and in some places stitches, then covered all of them with a pad to keep them from sticking to the cast. Once her arm was cast, she was moved to the recovery room. The Doctor cleaned up then stepped out to speak to her family. Jack was sitting with them talking softly and he smiled at the Doctor as he approached.
"How is my daughter?" Francine asked as soon as she saw him, standing up.
"The surgery went well and she has been moved to the recovery room. As soon as she is awake you can see her. We set all the bones in her arm and once they have healed we are going to have to perform at least two more surgeries to fix the ligaments. Then she is going to need rehab in order to get any use of her arm back," The Doctor explained. "There is no promise at this point that she will get full use, but she should be able to keep her arm."
"Thank you," Francine told him. Much to his surprise Francine hugged him. He stood their stiffly as he looked at Martha. Martha shook her head, smiling. Once Francine released him, Clive shook his hand. Once they were done thanking him, Martha took her parents down the hall towards the recovery room. Alone with Jack, he stepped into his arms, resting his head on Jack's chest. Jack kissed him on the head.
"I knew you could do it," Jack informed him. He hugged the Doctor close to him feeling the Doctor's exhaustion through the bond. "Let's get you cleaned up and then to bed."
"I have to check on Tish first, then I will rest," The Doctor responded. He straightened up, heading back towards her room. He went in the room, running through Tish's vitals and checking the cast. He finished his post op checklist, before passing her care over to the doctor on duty at the hospital. As he finished Tish was beginning to wake up. The anesthesia made her weepy and she cried for no reason as she woke up. Francine was allowed into calm her daughter and the Doctor took the opportunity to sneak back to the TARDIS. A bath with Jack, then falling asleep in his arms sounded like a good plan at the moment. Taking Jack's hand, the two of them headed towards their room.