Despite the Doctor insisting the two little ones needed to remain together, Martha tried to separate them while he slept. She immediately noticed her mistake as both their heart rates increased and Kui'la's body temperature dropped. She quickly moved the two babies back together, keeping a watchful eye as their vitals evened out. Still she wasn't happy with Kui'la's progress and discussed her options with the two concerned fathers. The Doctor felt like a failure as Martha explained they were going to have to assist Kui'la further in order to get her strength up. He didn't want to be comforted, but Jack still sat with him, holding him close as the two of them watched her insert a temporary feeding tube for Kui'la later that day. At the same time, she also hooked her up to an IV to get medication into the infant's body. The Doctor didn't try to stop her as he watched on sadly. His daughter was struggling and despite what he told Jack, he felt as though it were all his fault. He cursed his body for betraying him and giving birth early. If he had been a better Time Lord he could have blocked Jack's worry rather than letting it cause him to go into premature labor as well.
"Knock it off," Jack snipped, startling the Doctor from his thoughts. He looked over at Jack confused. "You're blaming yourself for her needing assistance. You need to stop it. If anyone is to blame it is me."
"I shouldn't have told you that," The Doctor sighed. "You did nothing wrong."
"And neither did you," Jack responded. There was only one person that Jack blamed for the babies being born early and surprisingly it wasn't Rose. It was the Master. He was the cause of their pregnancies in the first place. If he hadn't tried to enslave the universe none of this would have ever happened. There was nothing they could do to change it since the Master had chosen to die rather than face the consequences of his actions. Actually that wasn't quite true. They could stop it from happening again by raising their daughters right. Teaching them not to be like the man who sired them, but instead be loving and do what is right like the fathers who would raise them.
"I gave birth early. She needed eleven months in the womb and I only gave her just over eight," The Doctor explained. He leaned his head against Jack as he tugged his arm with the IV. Jack grabbed his hand to stop him from trying to take it out again.
"It is my fault. I worried about you leaving me for Rose and yelled at you. I stressed you out knowing that you needed to relax," Jack argued.
"Are you really going to fight about who is to blame?" Martha wondered as she looked up from the babies for a moment. "Because blaming yourselves and each other won't help anything. Your daughters need you to be strong for them. Now Cerys needs her nappy changed and a bottle soon. Which one of you wants to feed her?"
"I will," the Doctor replied. Martha got Cerys out for him and handed her to him along with a clean nappy. Jack used that opportunity to excuse himself from the room. He made his way out of the TARDIS for the first time since giving birth and back out into Torchwood. Leaving his office, he was surprised to see that everything in the hub looked normal when his own life had changed so much in the last few days. It was just like when he returned from the Valiant and saw that life had continued in the hub, even when his life would never be the same. He had been pregnant, scared and just wanting to abort the baby that now he loved with all his heart. He ran his hand over the desk that held the computer that controlled the rift. Without even thinking about it, he hit the buttons that would send a print out of all the recent rift activity to the computer at his desk.
He was on his way back to his office when his phone rang. Pulling it out he saw that Gwen's name was on the Caller ID. He took a deep breath, not wanting to answer it and find out what she wanted. If she found Rose, it could mean the end of his relationship with the Doctor and he would give anything not to let that happen. Avoiding the call wasn't going to change anything. So even though he didn't want to answer the call, he answered it anyways.
"Hello?" Jack questioned as he flipped the phone open.
"Jack, I found her," Gwen stated. He closed his eyes as he grabbed ahold of the railing behind him, leaning heavily against it.
"Where?" He wondered not trusting his voice to say anything else as he struggled to stay upright. Giving up, he sunk down onto the stairs.
"She was staying in a little hotel just outside of London. It was near one of the anomalies like you said it would be. I've met up with her and she is asking to speak with you," Gwen explained. Jack took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Put her on," He whispered.
"Jack?" Jack's heart dropped at the voice on the other end.
"Rosie," He responded. Her voice took him back to the first time aboard the TARDIS. He could clearly see her dancing around the control room with the Doctor.
"I can't believe it is really you. Last time I saw you was on the game station. Gwen says that you run Torchwood now and that she works for you," Rose babbled on happily. Jack was tempted to hang up on her.
"I do," He replied, not sure what else to say as he fought to keep down what little food he had ate in the last few hours.
"Great. You can help me find the Doctor," Rose told him happily.
"Sure. Have Gwen bring you here to Cardiff and we can look for him together," Jack responded. Whether or not she heard the unhappiness in his tone wasn't clear.
"I will see you soon." The phone went silent and Jack thought she had hung up. A moment later Gwen's voice came on the line.
"Are you sure you want me to bring her?" Gwen questioned.
"Yes. Just don't tell her anything before she gets here. I want to be the one to explain it," Jack responded. He hung up the phone, willing himself to stand up again. Making his way back up to his office, he forgot about the paperwork as he returned to the medi-bay. He entered seeing the Doctor happily cooing at Cerys as he fed her a bottle. The Doctor looked up at him as he approached the bed, his brow furrowing in concern.
"Jack, what's wrong?" He wondered. Jack laid down on the bed beside the Doctor wrapping his arms around the waist of the man he loved. He hid his face and the Doctor barely heard him as he responded.
"We found Rose," Jack whispered. He felt the Doctor's hand on his back rubbing it softly as he continued to hold him.
"It will be alright Jack. I will talk to her," The Doctor informed him. Jack didn't answer as he breathed in the familiar scent of the Doctor and just let himself be comforted for a little while. London was about three hours away so he had at least that long to prepare for her arrival.