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Please do no sue me.
Notes: AU. I have nothing against the 11th Doctor, but I am far too fond of the 10th regeneration. Complete AU.
Second Chances
Part Three
Jack stormed into the TARDIS and across the Console Room. He had intended to take the unconscious Time Lord to the
Medical Bay and was taking the same path he had used before to get there. But instead, he found himself standing in the
doorway of a room he had never seen before.
Even though he had never been here before, he knew somehow that it was the Doctor's bedroom.
The room was large, but simple. The walls were bare. There didn't seem to be very many personal touches. Aside from a
scattering of clothes on the floor and bits and pieces of wiring, circuitry and machinery that he was apparently tinkering with,
there didn't seem to be much of anything. The bed was massive though. For someone who didn't do anything other than
sleep in it, it seemed a sin in Jack's mind to waste all that space.
Jack shook his head and crossed the room to the expansive bed. He gently settled the Doctor down and sat at his side.
Taking a look at the unconscious man, Jack noticed the head wound. It wasn't serious, but it had bled quite a bit. Most of it
was dry now, but a faint dribble was still oozing out. The bump had already started swelling.
He got up and left, returning minutes later with a damp cloth. Jack sat again and dabbed at the blood, washing it away with
gentle touches. He brushed his fingers through the man's fringe, sweeping it back away from his face.
"You are so much trouble," Jack stated, setting the bloodied cloth aside.
A circular piece of metal on the bedside table caught Jack's eye and he leaned over to it. A hologram generator. He'd know
it anywhere. He had a few of them himself. His curiosity got the better of him and he pressed the single button on the base.
Immediately a flicker of lights erupted from the emitter, forming the shape of an attractive young girl with short dark hair. The
style of her clothes was from Earth, around the 1960s, if Jack had to guess. She was smiling, and waving.
"Pretty girl," Jack murmured.
"Susan." The Doctor's voice startled Jack. He reached past Jack and flicked off the device. "My Granddaughter."
Jack pressed the backs of his fingers to the Doctor's cheek. He wouldn't ask any questions, even though he was dying to
know more about the Time Lord's past. "You should rest," he said instead, offering a kind smile. "Hey, I think you might
actually have a fever." The Doctor's skin almost felt warm, instead of the chill he was used to.
"I'm fine," the Doctor argued, shakily pushing himself up on his elbows. He winced, closing his eyes. "Where's everybody?
The Master?"
Jack shrugged. "Don't know. The Hub probably. I had more important things to worry about at the time." He pushed the
Time Lord down again. "Gwen and Martha can handle things for a bit. You need to sleep."
The Doctor shook his head, though he seemed to regret it instantly as he winced in pain. He leveled a weary glare at the
immortal. "No. You can't keep me here, Jack."
They both looked over as the door to the room shut. They could hear the locks engaging. The TARDIS groaned around
them.
Jack smirked at the Doctor. "I can't. But SHE can. Looks like she wants you to get some rest too."
"But I'm fine," the Doctor argued, staring up at the ceiling.
The lights in the room flickered in response, accompanied by another moan from the ship.
"This is ridiculous!" The Doctor pounded his fists in aggravation, crying out in pain an instant later. He grit his teeth, taking
slow controlled breaths.
Jack slid his fingers around the Doctor's hand, lifting the bandaged appendage. He soothed his fingers over the wrist. He
had an idea, but the Doctor would hate it.
"She wants you to rest, yeah?" Jack inquired.
The Doctor let out a sigh. "Yes. She seems to think my injuries require time to heal."
Jack kept stroking the Time Lord's wrist, focusing his eyes on the bandage. The Doctor wouldn't like this idea and he knew
it, but he had to ask, to offer the option. "You know, I could help you out there."
The Doctor snatched his wrist away and pushed himself up on the bed. He backed away, glaring at Jack. "I am not kissing
you, Jack. How many times do I have to say that I'm not interested?"
"The one time you can say it without that little hint of doubt in your eyes. You are curious about it. What it would feel like
with me. Your body seems to like it when I touch you." Jack smiled. He ran his fingers along the Doctor's leg, slipping
around to stroke his inner thigh through the fabric of his trousers. He was amused by the way the muscles tensed and
fluttered under his touch. Reluctantly, he drew his hand away, settling it with a reassuring pat on the Doctor's knee. "But this
isn't about sex. This is just healing."
The Doctor didn't look convinced. He looked tired. He sat there, back against the headboard, watching Jack warily. There
was a nervousness in his eyes that didn't belong.
"Come on, I can kiss it and make it all better." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
He received a glare in response. "I'm not human, Jack. It won't work that way."
"But it will help, right? Even a little?"
The Doctor sighed loudly. "Yes, I suppose the energy infusion will ... invigorate me. Perhaps help with a few superficial
injuries."
"Well then, come on, pucker up. Although, you could just take a nap until the TARDIS is satisfied you're well enough."
The Doctor leaned forward, resting his forearms across his legs. He brushed Jack's hand away. "I don't like this idea, Jack."
He shook his head. "But it looks as if I have no choice."
"Wow, you really know how to make a guy feel desired."
Rolling his eyes, the Doctor sat up straighter. It looked like the effort of moving even that little bit hurt him. "Just, get it over
with. And no ... no ... don't touch me."
"It's going to be difficult kissing you if I can't touch you. Lips are required to have contact for this sort of thing."
"This is no time for joking, Jack!" He wrapped his arms around his skinny body, shuddering. "I don't want to do this." He
swallowed. "Please. Please just kiss me so we can go."
Jack shifted, easing his body closer to the Doctor's. "Calm down," he urged, cupping a pale cheek with one hand.
Disturbingly warm to the touch. The Doctor definitely had a fever. He leaned closer, their lips mere milimeters apart.
"You'll stop when I tell you to?" the Doctor inquired, his eyes closed.
"Absolutely," Jack replied, erasing the space between them.
He tentatively pressed his lips to the Doctor's, gauging his reaction before continuing. When the Doctor didn't immediately
recoil, he passed his thumb across the Time Lord's chin, pressing lightly and urging him to open his mouth. As soon as the
other man's jaw relaxed, Jack pushed his tongue past unresisting lips.
He tasted the recesses of a mouth he'd waited ages to savor, plying his tongue around the Doctor's own to lure the timid
muscle into play. Hesitantly, the Doctor obliged, opening his mouth wider, a frail whimper issuing from his throat as Jack
deepened the kiss.
Soon the Doctor was actively participating and Jack had to focus his thoughts to remember why he was devouring this man's
mouth and not going any further. Hands gripped his biceps, one more strongly than the other and Jack remembered that the
Doctor needed his help to heal. He could feel the energy passing between them and lost himself in the moment again.
He leaned forward, pressing the Doctor down on the bed, his hands braced on either side of the Time Lord's wiry body. He
wanted more. This felt so good.
The hands on his arms squeezed, then faltered. The Doctor whimpered again, hips raising a fraction, the hard lines of his
body pressing into Jack's thigh.
'Stop,' a single word, calling out in his head, snapped Jack from the haze consuming him.
He broke away from the Doctor, sitting up fully away from the other man. He kept his hands to himself, taking slow careful
breaths to get himself back into some semblance of normalcy.
The Doctor seemed to be having just as much trouble with that as he was, if not more. The Time Lord's cheeks were flushed
pink, his lips bruised by Jack's kiss. He was panting heavily, his eyes screwed shut, his hands clenched at his sides. His
body was trembling and Jack couldn't help but notice the man had an erection. But then Jack had a similar problem himself.
"You okay?" Jack asked.
The Doctor nodded. He slowly sat up, grimacing as he did so. His bandaged arm wound around his bruised abdomen.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked to the ceiling. "Was that enough for you?" he asked.
The TARDIS whirred in reply and the doors to the room unsealed and opened.
"Let's go," the Doctor said, easing himself from the bed.
Jack worriedly helped him, not sure if this was a good idea. He didn't look any better. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
The Doctor nodded again, flinching away when Jack gently grasped his arm to help him up.
Jack pretended not to notice.
To Be Continued ...