After his cup of tea, the Doctor actually did manage to drift off to sleep. Jack worked as he listened to the Doctor's breathing even out. The Doctor was whimpering softly and Jack felt sorry that he wasn't sleeping peacefuly this time. Jack would have also bet good money that the Doctor was once more aboard the Valiant and at the mercy of its guards. Jack wanted to comfort him, but any attempt to move cause pain to coarse through his body. Instead he comforted the Doctor the best he could through the bond they shared. He sent the feeling of love as he tried to remind the Doctor he was safe. The Master was in his past and could no longer hurt him.
As he focused on the feeling of love, he felt the strange fluttering in his stomach again. He stared down at his abdomen as the realization that he was feeling his baby move hit him. He placed his hand gently on his stomach. Despite his morning sickness, and mood swings and also despite his pain as well as who her father was, he felt genuine hapiness that he could feel her. He also found himself dreaming of the day she would be big enough for the Doctor to be able to feel her movements as well when she kicked. He beamed proud of her progress as he shared his happiness through the bond. His daughter was growing and making herself known to him.
Despite his happiness tears filled his eyes as he thought of his other children. It had been a few months since he had spoke to Alice. He was going to have to call her soon and let her know that she had two little sisters on the way. He wasn't sure how Alice would take it. He hoped that she would be happy to hear that she was going to be a big sister and Steven would have two new Aunts. Well he would think they were his cousins as he thought Jack was his uncle. One day Jack planned on telling him the truth, but that could wait until he was old enough to hear it.
"Your emotions are loud Jack," The Doctor complained as he was awoken. He couldn't tell what Jack was thinking, but he was getting a wide varity of emotions through the link. The strongest two were happiness and love, yet the Doctor also felt concern among other things.
"Sorry, I just felt our daughter move," Jack informed him happily. The Doctor's face lit up at the information.
"She is growing faster than her sister. I haven't felt any movement yet," The Doctor told Jack. He looked down at his stomach as he poked at it. "Move," He demanded.
"I don't think it works that way," Jack laughed. He watched as the Doctor stared at his stomach. Slowly his eyes widened in horror as he continued to poke at his stomach. "What?" Jack wondered in concern.
"What if she doesn't like to run?" The Doctor asked. He was completely serious, but Jack couldn't contain his bark of laughter at the question. He was still laughing as the Doctor swore at him in Gallifreyan and a pillow hit him in the face. He immediately stopped laughing as he glared at the Doctor.
"Oi, what was that for," He snipped angrily. The Doctor glared right back at him.
"You laughed at me and I was being serious," The Doctor growled back at him.
"Enough," Martha intervened as she could hear them from the lab where she had stationed herself. "You both are sore and cranky. I suggest you remember that when you talk to each other or it is going to be a long week. And if I have to I will seperate the two of you so that you get the rest you need."
"You wouldn't," The Doctor told her reaching out to take Jack's hand. Jack gripped it back, squeezing it tightly in his own.
"I would if I have to," Martha replied. They both glared at her and Martha didn't know how to react. Regardless of whether or not they allowed their emotions to get out of control, they were quick to gain up and defend each other. Once the babies were born and they were back on their feet, they would be an unstoppable duo because even now Martha pityed anyone who got in their way.
"We'll be good," Jack promised sarcastically. Martha rolled her eyes at them.
"I doubt that will ever happen. In the meantime, just try to relax and I am going to make you both a cup of tea," Martha told Jack.
"I want coffee," Jack pouted.
"He needs coffee," The Doctor agreed with Jack. He moved the blankets back to make it himself, wincing as he tried to sit up.
"Rest, just this week I will make him coffee," Martha told the Doctor. Going over to his bed, she helped him to fix the blankets and relax back again. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain he felt as Martha left the medi-bay. She didn't realize he was in pain as his face was lax and he seemed to be trying to rest. Only Jack could tell he was in discomfort due to the bond, but even then the Doctor was able to keep most of it from him.
Over the next two days, the pain had become almost unbarable as his hips continued to split. The Doctor though didn't want drugs to take away the pain. As a good Time Lord, he should be able to control the pain. He should be above such things. Still he bit his pillow to keep from crying as the pain overwhelmed everything, until all he could think about was the pain and how much he wanted it to end. Tears streamed down his face as his sweat drenched body shook. He was exhausted, desperate to slip into the oblivion sleep would bring, but even that was beyond his reach at the moment. Martha sat by his side, rubbing his back with a syringe full of painkillers in her pocket. If the foolishness went on much longer, she was going to have to make a decision and go against the Doctor's wishes with Jack's permission.
"Sweetheart, you can't continue like this. If you won't take the painkillers for yourself, then do it for me and our daughters. The little one your carrying has to be close to distress from the pain your in. Do you want her to suffer as well?" Jack questioned softly.
"I'm blocking my pain from her," the Doctor replied through gritted teeth.
"You shouldn't have to block your pain. You should just take the pain medication that you need and relax. You can't go on like this for three more days," Martha informed him.
"Three more days," The Doctor squeaked. Martha was right, good Time Lord or not, he needed to rest. The thought of three more days of this constant pain made him want to give in and accept the painkillers.
"At least," Martha clarified. The Doctor groaned unhappily.
"I can handle it," He panted.
"You shouldn't have to handle it," Jack chastised him. "Now stop being stubborn and take your painkillers willingly or I am not going to stop Martha from giving them to you against your will." Jack felt hope through the bond that they shared and he sighed. "You stubborn Time Lord. Martha give him the painkillers, so he can rest."
The Doctor didn't fight as Martha uncapped the syringe and injected it into his leg. Martha continued to rub his back as they waited for the medication to take effect. As it did, the Doctor visably relaxed into the bed, the tension gone from his body. He yawned sleepily, but Martha made him wait to rest. Instead she first checked on him and the baby, making sure they were both alright. Next she gave him a sponge bath, washing all the sweat from his body. He protested half-heartedly, more for show than because he really cared.
"There now rest and when you wake up, I will have a cup of tea ready for you as well as something for you to eat," Martha informed him as she tucked him in.
"K," He agreed, his eyes already closed. "Love you, Jack."
"I love you too, even if you are too stubborn for your own good," Jack replied. The Doctor didn't respond as his breathing evened out. Jack reached out and took the Doctor's hand in his own as he closed his eyes to join him in his dreams.