"Is that why life hasn't developed here?"

"Quite possible. Oxygen is produced by photosynthesis, but with a day this long there would be more than enough oxygen produced to last throughout the long night." The Doctor automatically lapses into lecture mode and Benton gets a flash of a young blond man dressed in cricketing clothes looking over his glasses at him.

"So are the nights equally as long?"

"Not quite, like Earth days are longer during the growing season when the planet is closest to the sun and nights longer when the planet is further away. During the growing season, night is around seventy-eight hours, during the winter season, it's the opposite."

"So how long until the sun sets?"

The Doctor looks up at the sun, judging the position in the sky. "I'd say 48 to 72 hours, we're just past the midday point."

Benton stretches and winces, rubbing his back absently.

"Let me look." The Doctor helps Benton roll onto his stomach, fingers probing the area around the sore area. Reaching for the picnic basket, he opens a different area and pulls out a small but complete medical kit, including scanner, dermal regenerator, sterile field and surgical instruments,a synthetic blood substitute and drugs to induce unconsciousness and paralysis for surgery in case of major injuries. Benton looks over his shoulder and doesn't even blink, nothing about the Doctor surprises him anymore. Even if the medical kit the Doctor just opened is bigger than the picnic basket he just pulled it from.

Benton winces at a high-pitched whine, but the Doctor pats his shoulder comfortingly and he settles back down.

"You have an old injury here that's inflamed." The Doctor says.

"I hurt it playing football back in school. It healed well, or so I thought at the time."

"Did you see a physician at the time?"

"The school nurse told me it was a pulled muscle, told me to rest, take paracetamol, and alternate heat and ice on it."

"It wasn't a pulled muscle, it was a blown muscle." The Doctor says, pulling out a hypospray. A hiss is heard as Benton feels it press against his back. The pain soon eases and Benton's eyes close in relief.

"When we get back to the TARDIS, I will have to repair it. As for now, a nerve block will keep it from bothering you." The Doctor pulls the bottle of suntan lotion towards him, popping the cap and pouring some onto Benton's back before laying his hands on his back, giving him a massage and coating him with suntan lotion at the same time.

The Doctor's hand slides between Benton's ass cheeks, Benton spreading his legs to give the Doctor more room. He moans as a finger presses against the puckered opening, sliding into his ass.

"Get on your hands and knees my Dear James."

"Are. . .are you going to fuck me already?" James looks over his shoulder at the Doctor as he moves into position under the Doctor's hands.

"Oh no. . .not yet my dear James, there is much satisfaction in the waiting." the Doctor purrs as he turns Benton into a babbling wreck. Benton comes before the Doctor even touches his cock, how had he spent his entire life without knowing how big a turn-on having a finger up his ass could be? Judging from the smile on the Doctor's face as Benton shudders from his third orgasm, the Doctor did.

They spent the next few hours walking around the clearing where the Doctor had set up the blanket and picnic basket, the Doctor showing him native fruits and vegetables that he thought the younger man would enjoy.

Benton settles on the blanket after another swim when the Doctor coats his fingers in oil again. Benton opens his legs invitingly as the Doctor's hand slips between his ass cheeks.

"My dear James, you are so beautiful lying on the ground with my finger in your arse. I wish I was artistic so I could sketch you like this, I'll just have to settle for remembering this always. Now that you're used to a finger in your bum, it's time to go to the next step."

"Next step?" Benton asks, puzzled. He moans as the Doctor removes his finger, panting as  . . .something larger pushes it's way into his ass.

"You're up to two fingers, my dear Benton." The Doctor nips as Benton's earlobe as he allows the younger man to get used to the added bulk. "And when you're used to two fingers." The Doctor begins moving his fingers when he feels Benton relax around them, "Then the fun will really begin. Did you know there are a lot of planets that specialize in carnal relations? There is a great industry in the development of . . .toys."

"Toys?" Benton asks, what does carnal relations have to do with jacks and building blocks?

The Doctor pulls his fingers from Benton's ass, causing the younger man to moan as he pulls open yet another door on the picnic basket, pulling out a small wooden box that he shoves in his hands. Looking at the Doctor, he silently asks the question and the other man nods, telling him to open it. Benton's eyes open wide as his face grows bright red as he sees the objects inside, oh, he thinks dumbly as the Doctor pushes him back onto the blanket, fingers sliding into his ass again. . . TOYS!!!

Benton takes a tiny breath, beginning to cough on the water. The Doctor immediately pulls him back up to the surface, patting his back until the coughing stops.

"Feels strange." he says, leaning against the doctor's chest. He looks up into the other man's eyes. "Didn't hurt, but the water tickled. Felt like I needed to cough, so I did."

"It takes a while for the lungs to become used to the liquid, the cough reflex will vanish the more you breath." The Doctor chuckles. "The reflex happens because you are either trying to remove something from your lungs or are trying to get in oxygen. You are getting in oxygen, so the reflex vanishes. It reappears when you start breathing air again to remove the last of the liquid from your lungs.Are you ready to try again?" The Doctor brushes Benton's hair off his forehead and lowers him gently back down into the water at his nod.

Benton takes tiny breaths, slowly working his way up to a deep breath. The Doctor smiles, stroking a hand over his head. By the end of the hour, Benton is easily switching between breathing air and water.

The Doctor dives into the water, grasping Benton's hand and pulling him along behind him as they swim out into deeper water. Benton watches as the water changes color around him the deeper they go. A cord keeps Benton and the Doctor from being separated while small headpieces, much smaller than he's used to, keep them in communication.

The doctor stops swimming as he brings Benton to what appears to be an altar at the bottom of the lake.

"Doc, I thought there wasn't any life here?" Benton asks, running a hand over the stone.

"There's not, this is a natural formation." The Doctor says, a hand on Benton's back.

"I feel like I should be offering myself up on the altar as a sacrifice." Benton says. The Doctor purrs deep in his throat as he picks Benton up and lays him down on the stone, hands on either side of his shoulders.

"My dear James, do you know what you look like, all spread out on that slab? There are many cultures that had rituals where a teen would lose their virginity to an older tribe member as part of their rite of adulthood."

Benton snorts. "It's been a while since I could be called a teenager, Doc, or a virgin."

"Really?" the other man purrs, nipping at his neck. Benton moans, a weird feeling when they're underwater.

"There were other cultures where a couple would be chosen to have sex on a newly planted field, their seed would bless the earth. Many cultures thought that a field blessed that way would have a better yield than a field that wasn't blessed.  Of course, if the sex brought a life into the world as well as a good crop, it was a double blessing from the gods."

"Oh god." Benton moans as the Doctor continues to nibble on his neck. The moans of the other man are like an aphrodisiac, and he's forcing himself not to drop his fangs and drink that delicious blood he can feel under his lips. No need to traumatize the poor boy this early in the game of seduction.

"No, not a god." the Doctor purrs. "But would you like that Benton. Would you like to be the one chosen to bless a field with your seed. And if you were in turn blessed with a child."

Benton looks sad for a second. "Doc, I. . .uhh, I can't have kids. I had a fever when I was younger, it made me sterile."

"Oh my dear Benton, I'm so sorry to hear that, but I can fix that." the Doctor says. "How would you like to be able to be a father?" The Doctor smiles, not telling him that he'd be a father all right, and a mother.

"Doc, that's not possible. The doctors told me that I can't."

"Ahh, normal human doctors no, but I'm a special Doctor. And cloning is common on other planets. There is more way to get samples of DNA than sperm."

"I . . I could have kids?" Benton asks.

"My species didn't have children the regular way, when a new child was needed in the house two people would donate DNA and the child would be grown in a loom. Then of course there's the option of having the DNA mixed out of the body and the resulting embryo injected into the mother. It's called invitro fertilization and is common after the 1980s."

Benton moans as the Doctor continues to nibble on his neck, extending a fang enough to scrape the skin, licking off the faint taste of blood before the water washes it away.

Benton shudders from another orgasm, eyes closing as the other man licks him clean. That is what he had been waiting for, the spilling of seed on the altar. The sacrifice has been made to the gods, hopefully they will find this offering to their liking. Pulling Benton into his arms, he kicks his way towards the surface while Benton snuggles into his arms.

The Doctor walks out of the water like Poseidon emerging from the sea, walking back up the hill and settling Benton back down on the tablecloth.

"I don't know why I'm so tired." Benton yawns as the Doctor dries him off with a towel.

"I do, my dear Benton. The day here is longer than you are used to, and it has been a while since you ate." Turning to the picnic basket, he opens it again and pulls out a bottle. "Drink this, then you need to eat."

Benton looks at the bottle, plain green glass then at the Doctor. The other man wouldn't do anything to hurt him he thinks, pulling the cork out of the top and drinking it. He makes a face at the taste, but feels better almost immediately as the Doctor pulls food out of the basket.

Benton ends up curled up next to the Doctor as they eat thick sandwiches with homemade bread that tastes faintly of nuts, piled high with meats, cheese, pickles, and slathered with mustard. A bowl of assorted fruit, some of which definitely did not come from earth, and more of the lemonade and water fills out the meal.

"So how long are the days here?" Benton finally asks, leaning  back against the Doctor who's leaning against the backdrop of the tablecloth, and he shakes his head at the idea that he can lean against a cloth and it's as sturdy as the ground under them. He's been around the Doctor how long??? He should be used to having the Doctor do five impossible things before breakfast.

The Doctor looks up, "Roughly the equivalent of an Earth week, when you woke up earlier and said you felt like you'd been asleep for hours? You had been."

AN: Part of my vampire 4th Doctor universe.  I've made a few changes, Benton didn't have a first name on the show, the novels gave him the name of John for the actor who portrayed him on the series, I'm using the name James because I like it better.


The Doctor smiles as he hears James start chanting, varying his thrusts into the younger man's ass as he reaches over and drops a cloth over the other man's cock as he levitates himself off the ground with the force of his orgasm.

James lies panting on the tablecloth as the Doctor crawls up his body and puts a hand behind his head, pulling his head up for a kiss. A part of him yells that he should be upset to have the other man's mouth on his after where it has just been but the rest of him tells him to fuck off and enjoy the kiss. The Doctor rolls onto his back and this time Benton doesn't fight as the Doctor's arm pulls him close, head drooping onto one broad shoulder as his eyes close.

"Sleep my beloved Benton, sleep." he hears the Doctor purr into his ear as he drifts off into an exhausted sleep. He's not as young as he used to be and it's been a damn long time since somebody brought him to three orgasms in one day.

The feeling of hands roaming over his body wake Benton an hour or so later and he opens his eyes to find the Doctor rubbing suntan lotion all over his  body.

"A white sun is hotter than earth's yellow sun, you really need to be protected." the Doctor murmurs, lifting one arm and rubbing his hand up and down it, leaving a protective layer of oil behind.

"Mmm," Benton moans, still half-asleep. Normally he'd be appalled, he's used to snapping to complete awareness, born from years as a soldier not knowing when he might find himself in danger and honed to a razor sharpness from years of associating with the Doctor in his various incarnations but right now he feels too damn good to want to move.

Benton allows his eyes to close, curling back up around the Doctor. A thought crosses his mind and he opens one eye, checking the angle of the sun.  He's not wearing a watch, but he swears he's been asleep for a while.

"Wha timzit?" he waves a hand up at the sky, narrowly missing the doctor's nose. "Feels like I'v' been 'sleep for hours, but sun hasn' moved." He blinks, why does his voice sound so strange?

The Doctor chuckles. "Go back to sleep, my dear James. This planet has a longer day, that's why the sun isn't setting."

"Hokay," Benton closes his eyes and goes back to sleep in seconds. The Doctor lifts his head enough to place a kiss on his hair before lying back down on the cloth.

An overwhelming need to use the bathroom wakes Benton what seems like a few hours later.

"There's a small sanitary unit up the hill." the Doctor says, pointing that direction. The Doctor places his hand on Benton's arm when he goes to rise. "Do you trust me?" he asks seriously.

Benton shudders a second at the almost dark look in the other man's eyes and nods. "With my life." The doctor helps him to his feet and leads him up the hill, leading him inside the small shed, showing Benton how to use the facilities before leaving him some privacy.

Benton emerges and walks into the Doctor's arms, burying his face against the hard shoulder before wrapping his arms around the other man's waist.

"Hungry?" the Doctor asks, running his hand up and down the other man's back. He makes a mental note to make the other man eat more, he's too thin.

"Only for you." Benton murmurs, lifting his face from the other man's chest. The look on his face begs the Doctor to kiss him, so he does.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hold me, please? I'm always attracted to men, but in the military letting others know you're . . . that way . . . is bad for your career. I never dared act on my feelings. . . until I met you Doc."

"Really?" The Doctor purrs, hands moving downward to cup Benton's ass.

"Yeah Doc, the first couple of times I met you I felt .  . . something but we were too busy fighting for our lives for me to recognize what it was. Then you .  . . changed and became UNIT's scientific advisor. I started spending more time with you when we weren't running for our lives, and I realized I was feeling like a giddy schoolgirl with her first crush."

"I'm surprised that you felt that way about my previous incarnations. My second one was nothing to look at really and my last body was, while good looking, something of a dandy. I must say though, you have good taste." the Doctor smirks. "You're lucky this time I around I have looks, manners, a charming personality. . ."

"Modesty," Benton snickers.

"That too."

The Doctor takes Benton by the hand and walks him into the sanitary unit, flipping the switch for the cleansing unit, leading the younger man inside.

"This is a sonic shower, it uses sound waves to vibrate off dirt and dead skin cells. You can enter it naked or dressed." the Doctor says, setting up a cycle before the door hisses open and they walk inside.

Benton yelps as his skin starts tingling.

"Tickles," he complains.

"Some people do complain of tickling, they soon become used to it." The Doctor says calmly, pulling him into his arms.

"Why use sonics for bathing?" Benton asks, burying his face in the Doctor's chest.

"Most space ships have a limited amount of water. Precious water would be wasted bathing. Even if it was cleaned and reused, it would not be fit for drinking."

Benton nods against the Doctor's chest, not looking up until his skin stops tingling and the Doctor moves them out of the cubicle.

Benton looks down, he'd have thought his skin rubbed raw but it's not even pink. The Doctor smiles at the look. "Sonic showers take some getting used to, but they do get you clean."

The Doctor takes Benton by the hand and they walk out of the sanitary unit down to the lake. Benton watches the Doctor dives into the water, standing up and pushing his hair back out of his eyes before holding out his hand to Benton.

Benton takes his hand and they walk deeper into the water, until they're waist deep. "Come with me," The Doctor says, "There's something I want you to see. It will be okay, the water in this lake is super oxygenated, you can breath it just as easily as air. It will take some getting used to, but it's perfectly safe."

Benton looks at him skeptically. "I'll be with you every step of the way, we can start slow. Lie down here in the shallows." The Doctor lays Benton down. "I'm right here," he soothes as he lowers Benton's head under the water, his hand cradling the back of his head.

Benton's eyes never leave the Doctor's face as the water covers him.
               

 AN: This is part of my fourth Doctor universe where he's part vampire.  Veers off canon after the Great Vampire episode. Main changes are Romana did not stay behind in E-Space, the Doctor did not regenerate in Logopolis, and Adric is alive. In addition, the fifth Doctor (from another universe but canon through the second leaving of Tegan) also appears in this universe as his mate.

I am slowly working on the backstory for this universe which will be found in Unnamed four/five/Adric/Turlough, part of which can be found on my livejournal.


"Doc, what are we doing?" Benton asks, looking around them.  The doctor had showed up unexpectedly, whisking him off into the TARDIS, giving him barely enough time to pack a bag.

The Doctor smiles as he unfolds a checkered tablecloth, shaking it open onto the ground.

"I thought it would be obvious Benton," he smiles again as the other man looks at the pale lavender sky, blue grass, and white sun. "We're having a picnic." /And you my dear Benton, are the main course./ he silently purrs.

The Doctor takes the picnic basket from Benton's hands and begins to open it. It might look like a normal wicker picnic basket on the outside, but like the checkered tablecloth looks are misleading.  The wicker basket contains a unit to keep the food at the correct temperature, it's bigger than it looks, and has a few extra . . . contents not normally found in a picnic basket.

Likewise, the cloth is as comfortable as a feather bed, something Benton is surprised to discover when he finally settles down on the ground.

The Doctor smiles at him over his shoulder. "What, you were expecting a normal picnic?" He opens the basket and pulls out a large loaf of bread.

"With you Doc, nothing surprises me anymore."

The Doctor smiles again as he pulls sandwiches, thick with meat, veggies, and cheese, small containers of various salads, and tall frosty bottles of something the Doctor swears is lemonade. Of course, they were made on Ingus VII, where lemons and most other fruits are naturally alcoholic.  While not enough alcohol to produce ill effects, it will help in loosening the younger man's tight grip on his inhibitions. The Doctor snickers silently, not to mention his clothes.

"This is an interesting planet," he chatters, watching as the younger man begins to relax. "No intelligent life yet, but marvelous weather. It's going to turn warmer, you might want to take your jacket off, you don't want to become overheated." The Doctor looks around, there's a nice hint of breeze from the lake hidden out of sight down the hill, there's shade from the trees overhead and if needed he can extend the blanket behind them for more protection.

Benton looks at him askance, how often has he heard the Doctor, any version of him, say everything would be nice and peaceful only to have all hell break loose.

"I saw that," the Doctor chuckles.

"Saw what?" Benton asks, unbuttoning his jacket and folding it before pulling off his tie.

"That 'how many times has he said that before only to have all hell break loose' look." Benton chuckles, especially when the Doctor mutters 'It's not my fault' in a near whine.

The Doctor smiles  as he sees Benton begin to relax, handing over a plate with a sandwich, various salads, and opens a bottle of lemonade. He watches the other man begin to eat and turns his  attention to the food on his own plate.

Benton unbuttons his shirt, opening his collar when the sun begins to get a little hotter and he wipes a hand over his forehead, not at all surprised to find it covered in sweat.

"Oh dear," Benton blinks, the Doctor sounds surprisingly like his second incarnation, the first one he'd met, and he looks over to see the Doctor getting up and pulling the blanket up behind them, watching in disbelief as it stretches and hardens into a shade behind them.   
Benton blinks at the Doctor as he drops back down onto the blanket and begins to unbutton Benton's shirt. Benton just blinks at him, the liquor in the lemonade leaving him in a pleasant haze. "Doc?" he finally asks when the Doctor finishes with the last button and begins to pull the shirt out of his pants.

"You're becoming overheated, Benton." The Doctor says soothingly, pulling the shirt off his shoulders.

"That feels better," he says muzzily as a cool breeze skims over overheated skin. His eyes open at half mast as the Doctor's fingers move down his body to remove his belt, unfasten the buttons on his uniform pants, unfasten his boots, and remove them and his pants.

The Doctor stares at the lump hidden in Benton's underwear, who knew the other man had been hiding that under his pressed uniforms. He snickers silently, it gives a whole new meaning to going armed all the time, he thinks silently as he pulls off his shirt and kicks off his shoes and pants, sliding down beside the other man on the tablecloth, sliding his folded coat under the other man's head.

"Sleep Benton, it's going to turn hotter. It will cool off in a couple of hours and we can go swim in the lake." he whispers silently into the other man's ear. Once the other man's breathing settles into the pattern of sleep, the Doctor leans over him and places his hand over the lump in his underwear. "And I will finally have the excuse to see this in all its glory."

Bending down, he plants a gentle kiss on Benton's forehead and runs a hand through his hair before lying down next to him on the cloth, closing his eyes and making plans.  His eyes open when a weight settles on him and his fangs come out automatically as he opens his eyes, his fangs retracting as he sees a still sleeping Benton snuggle against his chest, face buried in his shoulder, one arm and leg thrown over the other man.

"You would be so embarrassed if you were awake right now." the Doctor chuckles quietly, stroking a hand over the other man's back, hand briefly resting on the underwear covered ass cheeks.

"Tegan would probably say you could bounce a quarter off somebody's ass. I never knew what she meant, I do now." he pats the firm ass hidden by the white boxers. "All that running for your life keeps you in shape."

The Doctor closes his eyes again, wrapping an arm around Benton's waist. Two hours later, when the worst of the midday heat is beginning to pass, he's awakened by Benton trying vainly to move away from the Doctor without waking the other man.

"Mmmpphhh?" he says, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Umm Doc, can you let me up?" a small voice finally says. The arm around Benton's waist loosens and with a red face he slides off the older man who thankfully looks like he hasn't woke up.

"Dumb, dumb, dumb." Benton shakes his head, hitting himself on the thigh. "What the hell were you thinking, James?"  He stands up and pulls on a pair of light sandals that look to be his size and walks across the clearing to a small bush and relieves himself.

"Oh come on, please don't do this to me." he moans when his erection refuses to go down. "I can't jack off with the Doctor around." Two strong arms reach around his waist as a figure presses against his back.

"Easy Benton, just let it go." the Doctor whispers in his ear as he slowly begins to stroke his length. Benton whimpers, burying his face in the other man's neck as he comes, shaking from the force of his orgasm.

The Doctor lifts Benton into his arms, carrying him back to the cloth and lying him down.  A warm clean cloth comes out of the picnic basket and a mortally embarrassed Benton allows the other man to take off his soiled boxers and clean the signs of orgasm off his stomach and thighs.

"Feeling better?" the Doctor asks quietly, looking down at Benton who's got his arm thrown over his eyes.

"Not really Doc, embarrassed as hell."

The Doctor chuckles, "It's not as if this isn't the first time I've had bodily fluids all over my hands, and the circumstances were much nicer this time." The Doctor chuckles softly again as Benton's cock twitches under his hands. "And your cock seems to agree with me."

"Oh gods, not again." Benton begins pounding his head against the cloth as his cock springs back to life under the Doctor's ministrations.

His eyes fly open as something warm that is definitely not cloth wraps itself around his aching cock and he looks down to see the Doctor suck his cock into his mouth.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Benton babbles, hands clenched in fists clutching the cloth to keep himself from grabbing that dark head of curls and fucking the other man's face.

The Doctor grins around the cock in his mouth, fangs extending slightly to brush against it as he plays with Benton's balls, coating his fingers with suntan lotion he'd pulled from the picnic basket as Benton obligingly spreads his legs.

Benton comes with a scream as a finger nudges his asshole.  Benton pants from the strength of his orgasm, opening his eyes wide when he feels the Doctor's finger slide into his ass.

"Like that, did you?" the Doctor purrs, letting Benton's limp cock slide from his mouth. "You liked having me suck your cock while one of my fingers is up your ass."

Benton whimpers softly.

The Doctor chuckles again. "Oh yes, you liked that. And you're going to love having something even bigger up your ass."

Benton whimpers again as the presence in his ass is removed when the Doctor stands up and pulls off his underwear, his cock springing up. It's got to be at least eight inches and it's not totally hard yet, and Benton knows he'd love to get his hands and lips on that. Not that he'd be able to get the whole thing in his mouth, but he could try. And then he realizes what the doctor had said about having something even bigger in his ass.

The Doctor chuckles at the look on Benton's face, part hunger, part lust, as he picks up the bottle of suntan lotion and motions the other man onto his lap.  Benton gulps and climbs into the other man's lap, sighing as he's coated in suntan lotion.

"Relax James," the Doctor nips at his earlobe, "We're not going to make love until you're ready."

"You called me James." Benton turns to look at the Doctor, the confused look on his face making him want to kiss him. So he does.

"Well that is your name." the Doctor chuckles. "Now come, there's a lake just down the hill and the water looks inviting."

"Doc, suits?"

"Why, it's just us?" the Doctor chuckles. "Besides I like looking at your ass." he pats him gently on the ass and the other man scrambles to his feet, reaching over to pull the older man up.

The Doctor wraps his arm around Benton's shoulders and both men slide on the sandals before walking down the hill.

Kicking off his sandals, Benton follows the Doctor into the warm water. The Doctor turns around and pulls Benton into his arms, pulling him into a quick kiss, hands cupping the younger man's ass.

An hour or so later the two men trudge back up the hill to the picnic cloth, the doctor taking towels from the basket and wiping the younger man off, planting kisses on his body as he's dried.

Benton sighs as he's laid back down on the cloth, his legs spread by the Doctor. James howls, clutching the Doctor's head as his ass is spread open and the Doctor's tongue forces it's way through the puckered opening.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Benton chants as the Doctor fucks him with his tongue.

"Like that, don't you?" The Doctor lifts his face and grins at the younger man before burying his face in the other man's ass again.

AN: This story takes place in my Four/Five/Adric/Turlough story, part  of a new universe for me.


Turlough moans silently as pain brings him back to consciousness. He lies motionless, taking stock of his various aches and pains while trying to remember what the hell had happened.

/We were flying in the desert, the natives had told the Doctors about a legend that supposedly appears every fifty years or some such nonsense./ he tries opening one eye, seeing nothing but blackness.

/Please just let it be dark out./ he thinks muzzily before opening the other one. A dim light greets him and he sighs.

"Turlough?" a familiar voice is heard in the darkness and he feels somebody moving closer to him.

"Doctor?" Turlough croaks out. A cloth brushes against his lips and he feels liquid against his lips.

"Shh, don't try to talk." the fourth Doctor says softly into his ear, adding a touch of 'influence' to make sure Turlough listened to him. "The flyer crashed.  You're tangled in wreckage, I'm going to get you free but it's going to be painful." His hand comes up to cup Turlough's cheek and his eyes close, his last sight the Doctor's eyes glowing.

Once Turlough's heartbeat levels out to unconsciousness, the Doctor begins moving the debris pinning Turlough's legs.

The buckled metal is the last thing holding him in place when the Doctor pauses and straightens up, eyes automatically looking over the wreckage of the cab of the vehicle he'd taken. The body of the vehicle survived relatively intact, but the passenger side of the cab had taken the most damage. Well that and Turlough, it's obvious he's gotten at least a couple broken ribs.

Grabbing a piece of metal knocked loose in the crash, he sticks it in the metal and pulls, forcing the metal up just enough that he can pull Turlough free. Lying Turlough down in the middle of the floor, he pulls the small medical kit off the wall and opens it.

Turlough's head wound is quickly cleaned and bandaged, strong hands run over his ribs and find the breaks he'd suspected were there. Running his hands over Turlough's legs, he's gratified to find only gashes and some deep bruising, no broken bones.

Having done all he can to check injuries while the young man is unconscious, he runs his fingertips over Turlough's forehead, bringing him back to consciousness.

Turlough moans as he wakes up again, eyes fluttering as he makes out the Doctor leaning over him.

"How do you feel?" The Doctor asks.

Turlough stops to think a second. "Like hell." he finally says.

"What hurts?" The Doctor asks, running his hands over the younger man's body.

"My head," Turlough lifts his hand to touch it but the Doctor grabs it and puts it back down by his side.

"You probably have a concussion." The Doctor says quietly.

"My . . . my chest." Turlough gasps as the Doctor touches a painful spot.

"You have a couple broken ribs. Are you having any trouble breathing?" From one of his many pockets the Doctor pulls out a stethoscope and listens to the younger man's heart and lungs. Turlough's eyes drift close almost involuntarily as the Doctor stuffs the stethoscope back into his coat pocket and unfastens Turlough's shirt and pants, palpitating his stomach.

"Well, I can't find any internal injuries, but I'll keep an eye out for them anyway." the Doctor says softly, brushing red hair off of Turlough's forehead. He slides a hand behind his back and lifts him into a sitting position, leaning him against his chest and wrapping his coat around them both.

"What happened?" Turlough asks, burrowing his face into the Doctor's shirt.

"One of those storms the natives warned us about blew in, lightning hit the wing. I was able to land us relatively intact," He looks over at the wall where Turlough had been seated. "Can you sit by yourself a second? I need to go in the cargo bay, see if I can find something to cover the hole. It's going to turn cold in a couple of hours."

Turlough nods against his chest and sits up, his hand braced on the floor to keep him up. The Doctor gets to his feet, wrapping his coat around Turlough before heading to the lock separating the two compartments.

Turlough's eyes close again and he shakes his head, he knows he has to stay awake. Pushing off the Doctor's coat, he slowly gets his way to his feet and across the room to check out the debris, wincing when he sees his own blood glittering on the metal.

He slowly takes a deep breath of air, this planet has an even lower oxygen level than Earth and it takes more for him to get enough oxygen into his system. Grabbing a hammer from the kit by his chair, he starts banging the metal into it's previous spot.

"Turlough, what do you think you're doing?" the Doctor says, running back into the compartment when he heard the banging.

"We need to get this back into shape before we can put plastic over the hole." Turlough says through gritted teeth."I've done some desert training, sandstorms can find the smallest crack in an object and scour you to the bones." He turns to the Doctor, terror in his eyes as he remembers . . . something, the hammer dropping from his suddenly limp hands.

The Doctor wraps an arm securely around Turlough's shoulder, walking him back to where they'd been sitting. "I've got something a little stronger than plastic to put over the hole."  Settling him against the wall, the Doctor whispers soothingly in his ear, sending him back in a semi-conscious state. The coat is draped back over him as the Doctor holds sheets of flexible material over the hole, spraying something over it. His knuckles rap the material, the ring of metal greets his actions.

The damaged side of the craft is soon covered and the Doctor sets his attention to making a nest of blankets and other supplies in the corner Turlough is tucked up in. Turlough is soon settled in the nest of blankets, the contents of the second medical kit from the cargo bay spread out around them.

Turlough opens his eyes when his arm is patted. "Small poke Turlough." he hears the Doctor say, and he winces as a needle slides into his arm, attached to a bag of artificial saline liquid. The Doctor tears a strip of tape off with his teeth and fastens the bag to the wall, holding Turlough down with one hand when he twists in the blankets. 

"The stinging should pass in a second." the Doctor says softly, "the artificial liquid is safe for humans, it just takes getting used to." the Doctor strokes Turlough's forehead until he relaxes into his touch.

"Better, my own?"

Turlough's eyes open again and he dimly wonders when he'd closed them as the Doctor tapes the tubing to his arm, pulling out a vial of .  . . something.

"Turlough, I need to clean your legs." The Doctor says quietly, making soothing noises as he injects the contents of the vial into the iv line and waits for it to take affect.

The fuzzy feeling from the drug has Turlough blinking and yawning as the Doctor slits Turlough's pant leg up to the thigh and peels away the bloody dressings. Looking up at Turlough he begins cleaning the gashes in his leg.

"Blast, wish I had a dermal regenerator." the Doctor mutters at the deepest wound. "This is going to need more than a bandage."

The Doctor binds his wounds with clean dressings and gets him settled in clean scrubs from the cargo compartment. The head wound is checked, dusted with the powder the natives use for minor wounds to promote healing, and the Doctor crawls into the nest of blankets, pulling Turlough into his arms and his coat over them.

Turlough closes his eyes and allows himself to drift off, knowing he's safe in the Doctor's arms. Even the sound of the wind picking up outside the flyer doesn't disturb him.

The small box by them is putting out heat when the Doctor slides out from under Turlough to change the empty bag. A dose of antibiotics is injected into the line as the Doctor kisses his forehead, scowling when he realizes his young mate is running a fever.

A few hours later the Doctor looks up with a smile as he feels Jack beginning to wake up again. His almost audible complaints of falling asleep all the time has him grinning broadly.

“Your body knows it's not up to snuff Captain,” the Doctor says coming into the room. “Now quit fussing and allow yourself to recover, you'll be out here soon enough. Try to get up to soon and you're going to end up relapsing and you really will be stuck in that bed. Now why are you in such a hurry to get up? My hospitality not up to your liking?” he leans against the wall by Jack's bed, his arms folded over his chest.

Jack looks down, twisting the light blanket in his hands. “Doc, in my . . . line of work . . .”

“Conning,” the Doctor says dryly.

“You don't get much of a chance to recover from injuries. It's more of a chance to get caught or hurt worse, you get yourself patched up as soon as possible and get yourself somewhere else as soon as possible. If you're lucky you have a few hours to lick your wounds, if you're not . . .” Jack's voice trails off, he doesn't want to think of the possibilities.

The Doctor pats him on the shoulder roughly, trying to comfort him as he would Rose. “Well, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Think Rose would like to bathe my fevered brow?” Jack asks with a leer, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“She did plenty of that while you were unconscious Captain, you really had her worried there you know. She refused to leave your bedside, I had to promise I'd be right here with you to get her to leave long enough to get a shower, something to eat, and a couple hours sleep.”

The Doctor expects Jack to make a smart comment about that but a sad look crosses his face. “She did?” he asks in a little lost boy voice. The Doctor nods. Jack closes his eyes, leaning back in the bed. “Do you know how long it's been since somebody was worried about me? Not somebody I was trying to con, but genuinely worried about me?”

The Doctor moves before he's even aware of his actions, wrapping Jack in his arms. The other man buries his face in his sweater and silently cries, soaking it with his tears. The Doctor silently holds him as he cries, he's not as touchy-feely this incarnation as he has in previous incarnations, his seventh incarnation would be mouthing meaningless platitudes, his fifth incarnation would be telling Jack to have a brave heart, and his second incarnation would be running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Jack's tears finally trickle off and he looks down to see the man has fallen asleep, the dark side of him snidely says that Jack is a conman, he'd have to be a good actor to survive this long. The rest of him tells himself to fuck off and simply holds the man.

The Doctor ends up sitting on the head of the bed leaning against the wall, Jack lying on his chest when the door across the room opens, Rose in the doorway.

“Doctor?” she asks quietly as the Doctor finally disentangles himself from the octopus Jack became in his sleep, pulling off his sweater and tucking it in beside Jack as the other man starts whimpering. Jack smiles in his sleep as he buries his face in the Doctor's sweater, inhaling the other man's scent.

“How is he?” Rose asks quietly as the door shuts behind them, trying not to stare at the Doctor as he walks down the hallway. Who knew his leather jacket and sweater hid muscles like that?

“He's okay,” the Doctor ducks into the wardrobe room and emerges in yet another black sweater. “We worked briefly on his shields before he fell asleep.” No, he won't tell Rose about Jack's little breakdown, let the man have some secrets. “How was your visit with your mother and . . .Rickey is it?”

“Mickey,” Rose corrects him automatically, her attention still on the sight of Jack sleeping in the Doctor's arms. “Mum didn't like the idea of us picking up Jack, she was convinced he'd try something with me, but I think I finally convinced her that Jack is harmless, at least for now. Mum offered to come help us nurse him.” she says brightly, rewarded by a full body shudder from the Doctor.

/Yes,/ she thinks brightly. /The Doctor is scared of my mum!/ inwardly she wants to dance the halls of the TARDIS, chanting but that would be childish. She scowls as she remembers how churlish Mickey had become when she had told them of the TARDIS's new guest.

/Oh my god, Mickey was jealous./ she stops in the hallway, the Doctor walking on talking and gesturing with his hands. /Mickey and mum thought that. . . / she laughs silently as the Doctor turns to look back at her, finally realizing she wasn't with him. /If they could have seen the Doctor's face when he was holding Jack, they wouldn't need to worry./ Rose hurries to catch up with the Doctor and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, easily picking up where he had stopped, smiling down at Rose as she looks up at him. /No, there's no reason to be jealous of Jack./ she thinks, smiling up at the Doctor.

AN: I found a picture on a Doctor who live journal sometime last year that spawned a full grown bunny howling in my ear demanding I write.  I did, and let it sit a while since the bunny disappeared as quickly as it arrived.  I'm posting here since I found the picture again and the author hoped that a story would be created from it.

This story is incomplete, I'm planning to go back and flesh out the beginning some more.  Also, there are more stories coming in this universe if the dratted bunny ever shows up again.

Here's a link to the  final version of the picture--http://community.livejournal.com/500year_diary/65191.html


Turlough curls up against his Doctor's legs, both men only wearing jeans that hug their hips.  He closes his eyes as the Doctor runs his fingers through his hair, listening to the older man talk softly with  . . . his other self?

The Doctor looks down and smiles as Turlough presses himself against his legs like a cat before looking over at the other end of the couch where the fourth Doctor is fussing over Adric.

"Doctor, who are they?" Adric asks as the Doctor pulls his clothes off him, running a warm cloth over his chest and stomach.

"He's me, or I'm him." the Doctor says,rubbing a healing salve onto the rash the youngest member of their group had received from crawling through the underbrush after pulling himself out of the river.  Adric looks over at the other teenager, wondering if he and his Doctor have the same 'special' relationship that he has with his Doctor.

"So, how far apart are we in the timeline?" The fourth Doctor asks the other man in Gallifreyan as they both run their hands through their boys hair as the younger men lean against them.

"Not too far, Tegan just left us for the second time."

"Have you?" the fourth Doctor asks, nodding his head at Turlough before looking down at Adric.

"Oh yes," the doctor smiles.  "My little gingerminx loves having my cock buried in his bum.  You and Adric?"

"No, not yet, just my fingers.  I am a little larger than usual." The Doctor smiles at Adric.  Both boys look at their Doctors, somehow knowing they're being talked about.  "I don't want to hurt him his first time." The Doctor looks over at the smaller lump in the other man's pants.  "But perhaps you could loosen him for me.  . .?"

"I'm actually larger than you are if you go by inches." the fifth Doctor says, "but more slender.  I'd be more than happy to break Adric in for us.  Would you like to have a go at Turlough? I doubt my little brat would mind."

"Doctor?" both boys ask in unison.

"Adric, you know how men have sex with other men, right?" the fourth doctor asks.

"Of course, since men don't have vaginas you would have to use the anal passage for penetration." Adric says.  "I've seen pictures of men being taken in the library on the starliner, purely for scientific study of course."

"Hmmph, I never would have thought there'd be gay porn in the starliner library." the Fourth Doctor snorted, pulling Adric up so he's sitting in his lap.  "Anyway, you've enjoyed it when I've put my fingers up your ass, haven't you?"

"Yes sir, even though you won't go any further than your fingers because you're afraid you'll hurt me since you're so big and I'm so small." Adric pouted.  "I know I could take you, I know I can. I've been. . ."

"Playing with yourself?" the fourth doctor asks, nipping at his earlobe. "Naughty boy there.  Anyway, I was talking to my friend here and he says that he wouldn't mind taking your anal virginity, stretching you enough so I can finally fuck you with my cock, not just my fingers.  Would you like that?"

"Oh yes sir." Adric says, wrapping his arms around both Doctor's necks.  "Please sir, I'd finally like to know what Tegan has been talking about.  She says the first time leaves you sore, but it's usually worth it."

"The first time usually is sore for women Adric," the fifth Doctor says, pulling the young Alzarian in his lap.  "Women have a membrane in their vagina that is torn during the first penetration.  There's some pain and blood.  Women usually don't have anal sex, they don't have a prostrate so it's not as enjoyable.  Anal sex is usually used to keep women from becoming pregnant."

"Doctor, how?" Adric asks.

"A man will pull out of a woman's vagina before he comes and enter her ass instead, this way he can continue fucking her until he comes.  This was more prevalent in the centuries before birth control became common." The fourth Doctor says, pulling Adric to his feet and walking him over to the huge four poster bed in the middle of the room.  The Doctor begins stripping Adric before lying him on the bed, gathering the lube.

"Doctor?" Turlough asks as he's pulled to his feet by his smiling lover.

"You don't mind, do you Turlough?" The Doctor says, pulling him into his arms.  "I've offered you to him, since I know you're wondering how big he really is. I'll stretch you for him of course." He says with a small smirk, kissing Turlough on the lips.

"Doctor," Turlough moans as his jeans are pulled down to his ankles and he's walked out of them.

"Adric, would you like to watch me take Turlough?" The fourth doctor asks, pulling up Adric's legs around his hips as he rubs circles around the puckered opening.  Adric watches with wide eyes as Turlough lies on the bed,a pillow stuffed under his hips while holding his legs up as the fifth Doctor coats his fingers with lubricant.  Turlough moans as a finger sinks up to the knuckle in his ass, slowly fucking him.

"Turlough, I swear you get virgin tight every time we go more than a day without sex." the Doctor whispers huskily in his companion's ear, looking at the other men out of the corner of his eye, seeing the fourth Doctor mirroring his actions.  Once Turlough is stretched to the Doctor's satisfaction and he's reduced the younger man to a babbling wreck, he lubes his cock and enters his companion.

"See Adric, this is what I haven't been able to do with you, not until now." the fourth doctor says as he pulls his fingers out of Adric's ass, leaning against the boy's back as they watch Turlough writhe on the sheets as the doctor enters him.  Adric's eyes grow even huger than they were before as the Doctor enters Turlough fully, his balls brushing the stretched opening with each thrust.  The Doctor snorts.  "I still don't think you're bigger than I am." he says to the other man.

"Want to find out for yourself?" The fifth Doctor says in gallifreyan.  The fourth doctor mumbles and buries his face against Adric's shoulder.  "Your loss." he smirks, thrusting rapidly as he comes.  Turlough's eyes roll back as he comes as well, spurting onto his chest and stomach.  He pants as his legs slip off the Doctor's shoulders, moaning as his muscles push the Doctor's cock out of him.

"Come here Adric," the fifth Doctor says, pulling Adric against him as he and Turlough switch places.  Turlough moans as the fourth Doctor slides two fingers into his loosened asshole, adding a third finger and stretching him further before slapping him on the ass.

"Up on your hands and knees." He says, lubing his cock.  Turlough complies, spreading his legs as he looks into the mirror at the head up the bed that reflects up at the mirror on the canopy, watching the fourth Doctor arrange himself between his spread legs and press the head of his cock against the loosened opening.

"Ohhh shit," Turlough moans as the mushroom-like head spreads him further than he'd ever been spread before. "You are bigger than my Doctor."  He pants as the Doctor slowly pushes his way inside, the curls around the base of his cock a huge difference from his Doctor's hairless cock and balls. The Doctor allows the younger man to get accustomed to the larger cock in his ass before starting to move.

Adric watches his Doctor fuck the other boy with huge eyes, leaning against the other Doctor as he watches them.  He moans as fingers make their way between his ass cheeks,slowly fucking him in time to the Doctor's thrusts.

Adric and the Doctor come at the same time, the Doctor rolling himself and Turlough onto their sides,playing with Turlough's limp cock and balls as he watches his next incarnation prepare to pop Adric's cherry.

"Adric, I want you to move your leg forward a little." The Doctor whispers in his ear.  Adric does so, wishing he was able to watch the other man fuck him like Turlough had been able to, but there's no mirror behind them even if they'd been able to see anything the way they're lying.  Adric feels the head of the Doctor's cock press against his puckered opening.  "Push out like you're having a bowel movement."

Adric can't help but moan as the head of the Doctor's cock pushes past the opening, panting as he'd seen Turlough do.  The Doctor reaches over and begins caressing Adric's flagging erection.  Adric motions that he's ready and the Doctor begins slowly making his way inside Adric, finally stopping when he's all the way inside.

"Is. . . are you all the way inside me?" Adric asks, turning to look at the Doctor.

"I'm inside you, all of me." The Doctor says nodding, "Tell me when you want me to start moving."  Adric blinks at him and he pulls his head back to kiss him.  Adric nods and he begins pulling out,until only his head is still inside Adric before taking Adric's hand and bringing it around to his cheeks so he can feel the head of his cock still inside him.  Wrapping his fingers through Adric's he begins sliding back inside the young boy."

"Why are we on our sides while you had Turlough on his back and the Doctor had him on his hands and knees?" Adric asks, turning his head to look at the Doctor behind him.  He moans as the Doctor smiles and nudges something inside him.  "What was THAT?!?!?"

"That was your prostate, it feels different brushed by a penis than it does when he plays with it with his fingers, doesn't it?" The Doctor says, nipping gently at Adric's lower lip.  "As for why I'm taking you on your side?  It's gentler for the first time, my little love."

"Please, can we move into another position?  I'd like to see you entering me." Adric asks softly.

"Okay, let me do all the work." the Doctor says, slowly pulling out of Adric.  The fourth and fifth Doctor maneuver Adric into the middle of the bed, Turlough moving out of the way with a small smile, putting him up on his hands and knees.  The fifth Doctor pulls Adric's ass cheeks apart and Adric stares at his loosened opening before the Doctor presses against it.  Adric watches as the head of the Doctor's cock pushes inside him.

"Adric, for once stop analyzing everything and just enjoy yourself." the fourth doctor says with a smile, kissing him on the lips before pulling Turlough back down on top of him. He grins as he sees Turlough watching the other pair, "Never seen him fucking anybody else before?"

"No, I know he's been with Tegan in the past, but he's not one to have sexual relations in front of others."  Turlough looks up at the fourth Doctor as he feels his hand move possessively between his ass cheeks. Turlough moans as a finger slides inside him, slowly fucking him as he writhes against the other man. He comes, panting as he droops against the Doctor's chest.

"Tegan always did feel that sex should be private, for all that she loved to talk about it with Nyssa and Adric." The fourth Doctor says, kissing Turlough on the forehead.  He watches the other pair climax together, the fifth Doctor pulling them onto their sides and rubbing his hand up and down Adric's stomach as his cock softens and Adric's muscles push him out.  His fingers immediately replace his cock as he checks for tearing.

"No blood." He says, looking over at the fourth Doctor. "Adric, do you want me or him to hold you for a while?"  Adric rolls over with a hiss and buries his face in the Doctor's shoulder.

"Please, can you hold me while the Doctor fucks me?" He asks softly.  He closes his eyes as he can feel the bed move behind him and another body brackets him from the back, familiar fingers pushing into his asshole.  The Doctor fucks him with his fingers for a moment, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before sliding out.

Adric's eyes fly open as 'something' begins pushing against his asshole and he knows why Turlough had moaned that his Doctor was even bigger than the other man.  He pants, moaning as his just popped asshole is stretched further than ever before, biting his lip as the Doctor  pushes his way inside him slowly but steadily until he feels like it's going to come out of his mouth.

"I'm inside you Adric," the fourth Doctor says, nipping at his shoulder.  "I'm finally inside you, you've got my cock buried in your ass up to the root."

"Ohh Doctor," he moans as the Doctor gently slides out, the head popping out of his ass with a loud pop.  He moans at the loss, yelping when he's rolled onto the fifth Doctor's stomach, his legs spread over his waist and he's taken again, the Doctor pushing in with one quick motion.  The fourth Doctor sets up a bone-rattling pace, so different than the fifth Doctor's gentle lovemaking.

"You're not a virgin anymore Adric, he's finally able to fuck you like he's wanted to for months." The fifth Doctor whispers in his ear, pulling his head down for a kiss. The fourth Doctor comes with a shout and Adric feels his bowels filled with cum for the second time that night.  The Doctor pants as he lies on Adric and the fifth Doctor, finally raising himself on his arms and sliding out of Adric's tender hole.  He moans as the Doctor's fingers enter him again.

"Shh Adric, it's okay. He's just making sure that you weren't torn when he took you.  I did the same thing."

"How would you tell if there was some tearing?" Adric asks.

"Blood would be the first clue." the fifth Doctor says, sitting up as the fourth Doctor pulls Adric into his arms, kissing him gently.  A warm bath is the best thing for you boys." he says, getting up and walking across the huge room to where a claw foot tub is sitting, bending over to put the plug in the bottom before drawing water, unconsciously flexing his ass and making the fourth Doctor harden again under Adric.

"Doctor," Adric says.  "Are you going to. . . ?"

"Yes Adric, I think I will.  The bond has already started with Turlough when I fucked him." The fourth Doctor says, nibbling gently  on Adric's neck. "You don't mind my little love, do you?" The Doctor looks at his first chosen, his fangs dropping momentarily.

"No sir, I know you've got to wait for me to finish growing up before you'll turn me." Adric curls against the Doctor's chest as the fifth Doctor comes over and helps Turlough up from the bed and over to the tub.  Turlough is having obvious trouble walking and settles into the water with a hiss.  "Damn, now I know why he didn't want to be the first to take Adric, he'd have torn the poor kid apart."

The fourth Doctor carries Adric over to the tub, settling him in front of Turlough before turning to watch the other man start to strip the soiled bedding off and stuff it in the cleansing unit.

"Do you need some help?" 

"Come help me remake the bed, if you think the boys can take care of themselves." the fifth Doctor calls.

"Boys, do you think you'll be okay for a few minutes?" the fourth doctor asks, kissing each of them on the forehead and giving them a slight mental 'push' to rest until they return. Both boys nod and he turns to walk away.

"What are you?" The fifth Doctor asks, staring at the other man.  "You're not me."

"I am, but things went very different in my universe." the fourth Doctor purrs, dropping his shields.  "We destroyed the great vampires, but not before they started to turn me.  I'm half vampire." he stalks over towards the fifth Doctor and pushes him against the wall, bending his head to nibble on his neck.  "The White Guardian contacted me when we got back from E-Space, telling me that Adric and I would be sent on a small quest to find our other mates. When we had found them and bonded, the others would arrive."

"Others?" The fifth Doctor says, trying to fight the glamour the fourth Doctor is putting out.

"Nyssa, Romana, and Tegan.  Tegan and Romana are pregnant with my children, Nyssa stayed behind to watch over them."

"Are you going to force us to bond with you?" The Doctor asks.

"Force you?  Oh no my love, I'm not going to force you to do anything.  I'll give you a week, and if you still don't want to bond with me, I'll let you and Turlough go, breaking the partial bond I already started with him."

"Sex causes the bond to form?" The fifth Doctor asks, turning to look at the boys relaxing in the tub. 

"Sex starts the bond, sharing blood and linking mentally strengthen it, turning you would complete it." He wraps an arm around the younger man.  "Now, let's get this bed made up again so the boys can get some sleep.  And while they sleep, I plan on having a little fun."

"What, what kind of fun?" the fifth Doctor asks.

"You bent over the couch as I fuck your tight little ass, my cum dribbling down your legs. You sitting on my lap, fucking yourself on my cock while the boys watch." the fourth Doctor whispers harshly in his ear. He chuckles softly at the moan that causes.  "Oh, you like that idea don't you?  You're looking forward to finding yourself riding my big. . . thick. . . cock, screaming as I shoot my load deep into your ass." The fifth Doctor moans again, his cock filling out and rubbing itself against the other man's erection. 

The fourth Doctor drops to his knees, pushing the fifth Doctor against the wall as he takes him into his throat, swallowing him to the root.  The Doctor buries his hands in his previous incarnation's throat and humps against his mouth, coming with a cry.  He moans as he slumps against the wall, his legs shaking.

The fourth Doctor straightens up, wrapping an arm around the other man and kisses him.  The fifth Doctor moans at the taste of his own cum on the other man's lips.

"Boys, time for bed." the Fourth Doctor orders around the other man's lips.  "Get out and help each other dry off."  Turlough and Adric wince as they clamber out of the cooling water, drying each other off before crawling under the covers.

The fourth Doctor sits on the couch after the boys have fallen asleep, patting his lap then rolling his eyes and pulling the fifth Doctor into his lap.  Almost despite himself, the fifth Doctor leans against the other man, ignoring the sounds of hands moving around him until a hand ventures between his legs slick with something, nudging his way between his ass cheeks to tap at the puckered opening hidden between them.

The fifth Doctor moans as a fingertip nudges its way through the pucker, burying his face in the other man's shoulder as it slowly pushes its way inside him.

"Ohhh," the fourth Doctor purrs as the fifth Doctor shakes in his arms.  "Are you a virgin my love?  I would have thought that Turlough would have taken care of that little matter before now." The fifth Doctor mumbles something too low to be heard in his shoulder, whimpering as the finger inside him begins moving.

"And I suppose you've let Adric take you?" The fifth Doctor says, trying to ignore the feelings running through his body.  He moans as the finger pulls out of him and the Doctor adjusts him on his lap.

"Ahh, but we're not talking about me." the fourth doctor purrs, sliding a second lubed finger into the fifth Doctor's virgin asshole. His other hand loosely wraps itself around the Doctor's cock and the fifth Doctor finds himself rocking between the two hands, whimpering as he has a dry climax.  A yawn appears out of nowhere and he snuggles into the other man's embrace.

The fourth Doctor smiles as he lets his fingers slip out of the other man.  "Bath, and then we can go to bed ourselves." he murmurs in the fifth Doctor ear. The fifth Doctor blinks up at him and he stands up, carrying him over to the tub.  He steps carefully into the tub, placing his precious burden in front of him as he puts the plug in and starts the water running.

The fourth Doctor picks up the bar of soap, sudsing a cloth that he runs over the slender body of the man leaning against his front.  The fifth Doctor sighs under the skillful hands of the fourth Doctor, closing his eyes suddenly exhausted.

The fourth Doctor chuckles at the slight snore as he finishes cleaning both of them, pulling the plug with his toes and carefully standing up, the other man held securely in his arms as he steps out of the tub.  He walks across the room and, holding him with one arm, pulls the covers down on the bed. A thick towel dries him off before the covers are pulled over him and he walks around the bed, drying off and sliding under the covers, one arm stretching out to cover the others. He smiles as he feels the fith Doctor's arm reach over the sleeping boys, his hand resting on the fourth Doctor's side.

“I usually get dinner first, or at least a drink before people see me naked.” Jack smirks at her.

“True, but the usual people who see you naked aren't trying to stop the bleeding before you die of blood loss.” The Doctor says, rolling his eyes at Jack's antics.

Jack nods, waggling his eyebrows. “We're usually engaged in more . . . pleasant activities.”

“You need to buy me a drink first Captain.” the Doctor says dryly. Rose giggles at the look on the two men's faces. She reaches up, kissing the Doctor on the cheek, bends down to kiss Jack, and hurries out of the room, calling over her shoulder. “Sorry to run, but the Doctor said we were going to be in London to see Mickey and Mum.”

“Mickey?” Jack asks, looking over at the Doctor as he drops into Rose's empty seat.

“Her. . . boyfriend.” he finally says, his lips twitching.

“Ahh, and we don't quite approve of him?” Jack asks, turning his head enough to look at the Doctor.

“He's young. . . pretty and thinks he knows everything.” the Doctor scowls.

“The same could have been said about me, the pretty part anyway.” Jack sighs. “I thought I knew everything, but I was so damn dumb. He'll learn, I did. And I doubt he ended up nearly destroying the human race.”

“You proved you're more than just a pretty face, Captain.” the Doctor says calmly. “Now that Rose is gone, let's work on getting some shields around you, hmm? What sort of training have you had?”

A couple of hours later the Doctor pulls the covers back up around Jack's chin, the younger man had drifted off again in the middle of the shielding exercises. He'd always knew the Time Agency was lax in training their operatives, but this was worse than he'd expected. They hadn't even bothered to adequately teach Jack how to shield himself from the most basic of telepathic scans. It was almost like they wanted the man to be an open book. He snorts, knowing the Time Agency, they probably had. Why bother debriefing an operative when their telepaths could get the truth out of him?

The Doctor goes back to the control room, sliding back into the panel he'd opened to work on while they were in London. He'd had an ulterior motive for landing in London, besides allowing Rose to visit her Mum and Mickey, proving to Jackie her little girl was in no danger so she wouldn't be likely to come after him again as well as making Mickey the idiot jealous when Rose no doubt tells the others of their new traveling companion. The boy had been taking for granted Rose always being there for way too long, let's see him step up now that he's got a little competition. With an evil little smirk that would have Jackie slapping him if she could have seen it, he settles back to work the sleeping Jack's presence in the back of his mind like an angel sitting on his shoulder.

A few hours later, at least that's what it feels like, Jack wakes up again. He lays there blinking up at the ceiling, the Doctor's lecture from earlier ringing in his ears. He reaches for a familiar set of controls, tilting the head of the bed up a little until he's in a sitting position.

“You're awake.” a female voice squeals from the door and Rose runs across the room to gently hug Jack and kiss him on the forehead. “Doctor, he's awake.” Rose says, talking into a screen by his head.

“I'll be right there, Rose.” the Doctor's voice says. Rose turns her attention back to Jack, “The Doctor said you were awake earlier, but I was sound asleep.” she pouts, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to his bed. She reaches over and wraps both her hands around Jack's hand, her mind automatically running back to the hours she sat beside him in exactly this same position, but this time the circumstances are greatly different.

The Doctor smiles slightly as he comes near the door, hearing Rose talk a mile a minute from her spot at Jack's side. He opens the door to find Jack listening intently to Rose's story, or rather just letting the sound of her voice fill the room. Rose smiles, she's seen the Doctor do the same thing, he's not tuning her out if you asked him later he could repeat what you'd said word for word.

“And then the Doctor stripped starkers and did a mating dance around the TARDIS console.” Rose says with a smirk. Jack grins at her and leers at the Doctor. “Would have paid good money to see that.”

“Behave children,” the Doctor sighs, rolling his eyes at their antics. Rose smiles, she knows he's not upset, despite appearances to the contrary. And though Jack hasn't been with them long, and unconscious most of that time, he can see the slight twinkle in his eyes that tells the conman he's not upset by Rose's words.

Jack moves in the bed, hissing slightly.

“What did I tell you about trying to get up?” The Doctor swiftly moves across the room, checking the monitors.

“Leg cramp.” Jack hisses. The Doctor pulls the cover back and runs his hands over Jack's legs.

“Here?” the Doctor finds the knot of muscle, massaging it with fingers. Jack's face loses the pained expression from the muscle cramp, only then realizing that the Doctor had removed the covers to examine him and Rose had seen his naked body.

“EEEPPP!” he quickly covers himself with his hands. Rose can't help it, she giggles at the look on his face. “Relax Captain, I saw it all before.” she pats him gently on the shoulder. “Who do you think helped the Doctor patch you up after you collapsed.?”

“Mr Jones, you mentioned hallucinations. What did you experience if you don't mind my asking?”

“Lisa, telling me that if the rift was opened, we could be together again.” Ianto says.

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.” The Brigadier picks up another file, her attitude telling him that she's finished with the interview.

“Yes Brigadier, will there be anything else?” Ianto says, standing up.

The Brigadier smiles, causing Ianto to be almost scared a second. “Yes, please go and get Dr. Harper for me. I would like to talk to him next.” Ianto nods and leaves the room, the guard outside the door following him to where the others are waiting.

“You wanted to see me, Brigadier Bambera?” Owen says from the doorway.

“Please come in, have a seat.” Brigadier Bambera nods him towards a chair, pretending to study the papers on the desk in front of her, but watching his every move. She watches him begin to twitch and squirm in his seat and smiles.

“Tell me Dr. Harper, was it worth it?” she asks out of nowhere.

All Owen's bluff and braggadocio vanishes in thin air. “No,” he says quietly. “No it wasn't.”

“Tell me, what did you see in your hallucinations?”

“Diane, I'm sure you already know about her.” the Brigadier nods. “She said that she had made a mistake leaving me and that if I opened the rift, we could be together again.”

“The hallucinations all seem to be of people loved ones, would you have any idea who the others saw? Mr. Jones mentioned hallucinations as well.”

“I'm not sure who Tosh saw, but Gwen saw her boyfriend Rhys who had died. She went with me to open the rift to get him back.”

“It seems to have worked, since he was seen at her flat last night.” Owen nods. “Yeah, she's the only one who got what she wanted, the bloody teaboy's Lisa is still dead, Diane is still gone. . .”

“And Captain Harkness is still dead.”

“He wasn't supposed to die permanently.” Owen yells, getting up and pacing the room. “We all bloody knew that he could come back from the dead, he'd done it before. We didn't expect a fucking demon to come through the rift and tear up the city, or that Jack would be so bloody stupid as to try to save us after we killed him. We should have died, not Jack.” Owen drops into the chair, exhausted by his outburst.

“Dr. Harper, when is the last time you slept?” Brigadier Bambera says.

“Not since we brought Jack's body back, every time I close my eyes all I can see is Jack's lifeless eyes staring at me from the floor.”

“Most people would say 'serves you right.'” the Brigadier says.

“And I'd be one of them. Nothing anybody can say to me is any worse than I'm saying to myself.”

“Ohhh I doubt that.” A familiar voice says from the ladder to Jack's room. Owen watches as the Doctor's head comes into view, glaring at the other man. “Brigadier, would you please leave us for a minute. I think Dr. Harper and I need to have a little . . . talk.”

Owen shrinks under the other man's gaze as the Brigadier stands up and walks out the door. The Doctor takes the Brigadier's place behind Jack's desk, putting his feet up on a pulled out drawer.

“You know who I am.” the Doctor tells Owen, watching the other man like a hawk.

“You're the Doctor.” Owen says dryly.

“Very good, you do have some brains. After your actions this last week, I was wondering.”

“I deserve that.” Owen says, looking down at the floor. Anything is better than staring at those hard eyes. Hell, even letting Gwen scream at him sounds good right about now. If she killed him, it would at least be quick, for killing Jack the Doctor would make it slow and extremely painful

“You know why I'm here.” Again a statement of fact, not a question.

“You're here to kill me because I killed your friend Jack.”

The Doctor blinks. Owen looks up, seeing his stunned expression. “Of course I knew that Jack traveled with you, I'm not a fool. Jack didn't say anything, but some things he said. He kept talking about the right type of Doctor, and I wasn't it. He wasn't talking about any old Doctor, he was talking about the Doctor. . . You. You travel through time and space, there's only one reason for you to be here now that Jack's gone, you're here to deal with me for killing Jack.”

“Mr. Jones, the Brigadier would like to see you.” the guard at the door says. Ianto nods and pushes away from the wall, following him out the door. Another guard takes his place at the door, this one smirking as he sees Owen curled into a ball on the floor, his arms protectively over his head as Gwen yells at him.

“Mr. Jones, please have a seat.” Brigadier Bambera says, not looking up from the file she's reading when Ianto enters Jack's former office. Ianto swallows, nods shakily, and sits in front of the desk, his eyes falling on the ladder leading down to Jack's bedroom.

“Mr. Jones, thank you for bringing this to my attention.” the Brigadier finally says, looking up from the file she'd been reading.

“Thank you for agreeing to the cover story and not telling the others that I was the one who sent you that information.” Ianto says quietly.

“I see that UNIT has been trying to hire you for years, can you tell me why you chose now to join us?”

Ianto looks down the ladder, imagining he can see Jack coming up the ladder and sighs.

“It's a long story. I was there at Canary Wharf, my girlfriend was captured and partially turned by the cybermen. I was able to save her and kept her hidden here in the basement, hoping to find a way to reverse the process and restore her to humanity.”

“That's not possible, Mr Jones.”

Ianto sighs. “I know that . . . now. Lisa got away and stole a young woman's body, trying to convince me that we could be together. But she wanted to be together by converting the rest of us to cybermen. We had to bring her down. I told Jack that given the chance I would leave him to die if given the chance, I was upset. I didn't mean it.”

“Yet you did leave him to die.” Brigadier Bambera says, crossing her hands over the papers she had been reading.

Ianto jumps to his feet and begins pacing. “I tried to stop Owen from opening the rift the first time.”

“Yes, you shot him in the shoulder.” Brigadier Bambera says, looking down at the papers in front of her. If Ianto hadn't been upset, he'd have noticed that the papers bore a familiar scrawl. Jack's scrawl.

“Jack muttered something about shooting him in the balls, and I should have. None of this mess never would have started.” Ianto drops into his seat and runs a hand through his hair.

“Tell me,” the Brigadier says in gentle tone.

“It all began when Jack and Toshiko were trapped back in World War II. No, skip that, it truly began when a woman named Diane Morgan from the 1950s was brought by the rift to the present. She began a relationship with Owen and he 'fell in love' ” Ianto says, making quotation marks in the air. “Bloody fool has a string of women to his name, including a couple members of Torchwood.”

“Dr. Sato?”

“No, not that she'd give him the time of day, but he's been with Gwen and Suzie while she was alive. Anyway, she decided to fly through the rift looking for new adventures and Owen was 'heartbroken.'” Ianto says in a sarcastic tone. “Bugger must have been heartbroken, he broke it off with Gwen and opened the rift, supposedly to get Jack and Toshiko back, but really he was trying to find Diane again.”

“And opening the rift started the problems you'd been having.”

“Yes, Jack fired Owen but before he could retcon him, things went bad. Rhys, Gwen's live in boyfriend, was killed and the rest of us started having visions. The visions told us that we could have our loved ones back if we opened the rift. So we came back, Owen overthrew Jack as head of Torchwood, shot Jack and we opened the rift.. .”

“And then what happened, Mr. Jones? I am aware of Captain Harkness's 'special' talent.” the Brigadier says calmly. Ianto turns to stare at her. “Really Mr Jones, UNIT isn't as stupid as Torchwood. We did take notice of the same man being around for decades without aging and seeming to 'magically' heal from wounds that would kill a man. Unlike Torchwood though, we didn't think anything of it. If Torchwood had found out the truth about him, they would have killed him. . . permanently after trying to figure out how he did it.”

“Jack revived, but opening the rift again had released a demon called Abaddon. Jack saved us by sacrificing himself. We found his body and brought him back, but the body disappeared.”

“Do you think that he revived?”

“As the Americans would say, that's the 64,000 dollar question isn't it?” Ianto says, standing up to pace again. I hope he's alive somewhere, no scratch that. I pray he's alive and happy somewhere. I know that he traveled with the Doctor and was hoping to find him again, I hope the Doctor found him and took him with him since there isn't anything here for him anymore. I've looked, Jack's belonging are gone, all traces of him in the computer system and the tapes for the time he disappeared have been wiped.”

“So you think the Doctor did this?”

“I do, I think the Doctor was disgusted at what happened to Jack when he found him and made sure that Torchwood had no records of them.”

“Of both of them?”

“I'm certain Jack already made sure there was no traces of the Doctor in the systems here, I don't know if anything survived Canary Wharf, but I know Jack would have made sure there was no trace of him in our system.”

“You're correct, Mr. Jones, there are no traces of the Doctor in any of his incarnations in the Torchwood system.”

Ianto smiles softly. “Knew Jack would, he protects those he cares about.”

“You don't think that Jack removed the traces of himself from the system?”

Ianto drops into his seat again. “I don't think he would have had the time. He would have had to revive, grab his belongings, and put the virus in our system all within an hour. Now, he could have written the virus previously, but I don't think he did.”

“Correct, Mr. Jones, he didn't.” The Brigadier says, holding over the papers she'd been reading. Ianto gulps silently when he sees a familiar scrawl on the page.

/Ianto, if you're reading this, stop beating yourself up! And yes, that's an order! I know you're upset because I died, but I'm happy now. The Doctor found me, I'm back with him traveling. The Doctor didn't know I'd survived the . . . problem that separated us, he only found out I was alive again after Abaddon killed me. If you think the Doctor is the one who took me from the morgue and put the virus in the computers to remove all traces of me in the system, you're right. My heart started beating the second the Doctor took me from the Hub, it took two more days for me to regain consciousness.

I don't blame you for what happened, you're not the one who shot me and opened the rift. Kick Owen in the arse for me, Jack./

“No, but I might as well have been the one who killed you.” Ianto says, handing the paper back over the desk. Brigadier Bambera waves him off. “Captain Harkness wrote it for you.” she says. “Now what should we do about the others?”

“Retcon doesn't work on Gwen, but she can be hypnotized. Owen, I'd like to retcon until he can't think straight and stick in the coldest, wettest place on earth.” Ianto mutters. The Brigadier's lips twitch. “That was Captain Harkness' s suggestion as well.” she says. “I believe he said something about Antarctica? If you want my suggestion, I'd give each of them part of the truth, that Owen betrayed Jack, killed him, and opened the rift because his 'beloved Diane' told him they could be together. The other three of us were under the influence of hallucinogens Owen used to get us to go along with killing Jack and opening the rift. The shock of Jack's death snapped us out of it and we closed the rift, but not before something came through and tore up the city. We were able to stop what had come through the rift and send it back, but the damage was already done. When we came back to the Hub, Jack's body had vanished and all traces of his existence had been wiped from the computer systems.”

“Almost the truth.” Brigadier nods. “I will allow the use of retcon this once, but I want all supplies of the drug turned over to be destroyed. Torchwood will not be allowed to mess with the memories of others anymore.”

Back at the Hub a few days after Jack's 'disappearance' the others look up at Jack's empty office, sigh (Ianto) cry (Gwen) or shake their head (Tosh) and glare at Owen before freezing as armed individuals enter the room.

“Gentlemen, Ladies, please keep your hands where we can see them.” a male voice says. “This facility is now under the control of UNIT.”

“You can't do that.” Owen starts blustering, pushing his way to his feet..

“Sit down and shut up you.” a female says, pushing him back down into his seat and sending the chair rolling.

“I am second in command of Torchwood three, I demand to know what is happening.”

“And where is the leader of Torchwood three?” the man who appears to be in charge says, waving members of his team toward the various computer stations. Ianto is the only one who calmly nods and lets them into the system. “Oh that's right, he's dead, thanks to you lot.” Another woman enters the facility. “Brigadier Bambera, we have taken control of the facility as you instructed.”

“Thank you, Sergeant Lethbridge-Stewart.”

The young man flushes in pride before straightening up and nodding.

“Sergeant, do you think your grandfather would mind coming out of retirement for a few months to help us with the situation?” the Brigadier asks.

“No Ma'am, he wouldn't have any problems, his wife on the other hand. . .” he snickers softly.

“What the devil is going on here?” Owen demands.

“I thought it would have been obvious, even for you.” Brigadier Bambera says with a sniff. “We have been working with Captain Harkness for the last few years. Two days ago, we got a package delivered your team leader had arranged to send if something happened to him. Imagine our surprise when we open it to see him being betrayed and murdered by his own team members. In the orders was paperwork that if anything happened to him, we would take over this facility immediately.”

“Torchwood won't stand for that,” Owen splutters.

“My dear man, there is no Torchwood anymore. The debacle at Canary wharf that cost 700 people their lives was the end of Torchwood One, Torchwood Two is one very strange little man who sends you information after he sends it to us, Torchwood Three was the only facility that actually had a duty until now, and Torchwood Four was lost years ago thanks to your agency's incompetence. Now, please hand over control of the facility to my people.”

“And if we don't?”

“I'm sure your facilities have cells for unwelcome guests, I think they could hold you as well.” Bambera smiles. “I'll even make sure the cell is nowhere near your weevil 'guests.' ” Owen is left spluttering as the others turn over control of the facility and are led off to another room. Gwen winces as she passes the empty morgue, the table where Jack's body had been placed by them empty as it has been since it mysteriously disappeared along with all traces of him in the Torchwood computer system..

Tosh pats her shoulder gently. “Gwen, it will be okay.” Gwen turns and looks at her. “No, it won't. We killed him Tosh, we killed Jack. . . and for what? Some bloody fucking hallucinations we knew weren't real? Was it really worth it?”

“Gwen, shut up,” Owen says hoarsely, grabbing her arm. “They don't know what happened, they're just trying to make up say whatever. . . “ Owen's voice trails off as Gwen turns on him, pulling back a fist and hitting him in the mouth. She stands over him as he lays moaning on the floor. “Was she fucking worth it, Owen? Was Diane fucking worth killing Jack, destroying Torchwood, and nearly ending the fucking world. Tell me, was she fucking worth it?” she angrily hisses.

“Dr. Sato, do we need a tranquilizer for PC Cooper?” the man at the doorway says.

“No, let Gwen yell at him, it will help her.” Tosh says calmly. “Ianto and I will pull her off him if it goes too far.” Tosh looks at Ianto again. “At least I think Ianto will help me pull her off him.” She walks over to where Ianto is standing by the wall, his eyes never leaving Owen on the floor. “Jack will come back.” she says quietly. “He's revived before.”

“Even if he did revive from being destroyed, why would he? We betrayed him, Toshiko. We let Owen shoot him and open the Rift Generator, then he ends having to save us from our own stupidity. No I wouldn't come back if I were Jack, even if he is still alive.”

“I think UNIT taking us over is the best thing that could have happened. With Jack gone, there is no Torchwood.” Tosh says sadly. Ianto turns to look at her. “I know,” he says softly. “Why do you think I sent them that information?” Tosh turns to stare at him and he smiles sadly. “I'm more than just the bloody tea boy, Toshiko.”

“The moons won't start rising for a hour or so, do you want to go for a swim?” The Doctor asks, pulling off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Jack's eyes begin to glaze over as the Doctor begins to strip and the Doctor smiles, knowing what affect he's having on the other man.

“Umm, moons?” Jack says, blinking as he tries to gather his thoughts. “As in more than one?”

“Three actually, the third one has an eccentric orbit so you only see all three of them in the same sky once every six or seven weeks. If my calculations were correct, all three will be rising tonight.” the Doctor's hands move down to his belt, seemingly ignoring the whining sound coming from Jack's throat.

“What happened to 'go find a pair of swim trunks Jack, so you're not running around starkers'?” Jack asks as the Doctor kicks off his shoes and socks, his pants falling into a pile around his feet and kicked off. The Doctor's underwear soon joins them on the sand and he hums under his breath as he picks them up, folding them neatly and putting them on his chair.

“We were talking about you, not me Jack, but I can go find a pair of trunks if you really want me to?” the Doctor says in his most innocent,'I don't know why you're making a fuss' voice. He smirks as he hears Jack make a sound he would have swore no human voice could make. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Jack staring at his arse and smirks. “Coming?” he asks as he runs into the water and dives in. Jack blinks, takes a deep breath, and begins undressing muttering under his breath the entire time about teasing Timelords.

Jack walks down to the shoreline, watching the Doctor cavorting in the water like one of the seals he'd watched one day when he'd went to the zoo. The Doctor wipes water out of his eyes and holds a hand out to Jack. Jack takes the Doctor hand and is pulled into his arms, his lips finding the other man's in a kiss that leaves them both trembling before they walk into the water.

“Jack, what are you thinking?” the Doctor asks at the smirk on Jack's face.

“Wanna recreate the scene from 'From here to Eternity' where they're kissing on the beach when the tide comes in?” Jack waggles his eyebrows and leers at the Doctor, who sighs, shaking his head in amusement..

“And when did you watch that old chestnut?” He asks.

“One of my team members at Torchwood drug us off to a small theater that was showing it, a 'team building' exercise.” Jack makes exclamation points in the air when he says the words 'team-building' and smirks. “Yeah, it built the team all right, made us all swear we'd never do it again. Funny. . .” Jack's voice trails off as he remembers something.

“What, Jack?” the Doctor puts a hand on his arm, bringing Jack back from wherever his mind had gone.

“We did end up doing a 'movie night' at the hub afterwards, but the guys made sure that there weren't any any 'chick flicks' on the menu. When the girls got their way and there was a chick flick? Well, Owen always used to find 'something' to do in the morgue, Ianto would hide in the vault, claiming he was doing an inventory, and I'd shut myself in my office claiming paperwork. The women pretended to believe us, but we could hear them snickering about men running and hiding at the slightest hint of romance. Funny thing is, I did end up watching a few of them with the girls, mostly thinking that Rose would have loved that movie. I didn't watch too many of them, Owen and Ianto laid down the law after a while 'claiming' it made me damn moody to work with the next couple of days.” Jack snickers. “Though I thought Gwen was going to shoot Owen when he asked if I had PMS and he had some feminax in the medical kit if I needed it.”

The Doctor sighs, shaking his head. “Your man Owen sounds like a right idiot.”

Jack sighs and nods, “Yeah, sometimes, but he was good at his job. Though now I wish I'd shipped him off to that project the Americans wanted him for, see how Owen would have liked Antarctica. But then if I had, I never would have found you again.” Jack wraps his arms around the Doctor, burying his face in the other man's shoulder. The Doctor sinks to the sand, wrapping his arms around Jack and rocking him, making shhing sounds in his ear as the other man shudders in his arms.

“Antarctica?” the Doctor finally asks.

“Yeah,” Jack says, blinking up at the Doctor from his spot draped across the other man's lap. “Owen would have hated it.” Jack snickers softly. The Doctor looks at him, “Owen was always bitching about being cold and wet, Antarctica's gotta be a hell of a lot colder than Cardiff. ” Jack burrows deeper in the Doctor's arms, “Should have shipped him off when the bastard opened the rift the first time, he wouldn't have shot me then to open it a second time.”

The Doctor freezes for a second, his hand pausing in rubbing Jack's back that had been soothing him. “Doc?” Jack asks, looking up at him.

“Your man Owen opened the rift twice and shot you?” The Doctor softly says.

“Yeah, first time he claimed he was doing it to save Tosh and me when we were trapped during World War II, but he finally admitted he was trying to get Diane back.” Jack mumbles against the Doctor's broad chest.

“Diane?”

“Diane Holmes, a woman from the past who was brought to the future by the rift. Owen's a loverboy with a string of women to his credit, but it looks like he really might have cared about her. I fired him after we realized that opening the Rift caused all the problems we'd been having, but he got back into the Hub and shot me in the head four or five times so he could open the rift again cause a 'vision' of Diane told him to.” Jack mumbles into the Doctor's shoulder. “You know what happened next, I revived again and Abaddon killed me.”

The Doctor growls deep in his throat, causing Jack to look up at him. “I think I need to have a little 'talk' with your friends.”

“I'd like to let Ianto know I'm okay, he's the only one I was really close to.” Jack sighs.
The others were just teammates, Ianto was the only one who made an effort to get to know the real me. “ Jack smiles softly, “and he made a mean cup of tea. He's the only one I could admit to that I used to travel with you, the others thought of you as the enemy, he didn't.”

The Doctor puts his chair down in the sand next to Jack's, settling down with a 'hmph' belied by the big smile on his face, quickly vanishing when Jack comes into view. He scowls grumpily at the other man, receiving a smirk in reply.

“Nice try Doc, but I know you're not really upset.” Jack kisses the Doctor on the temple and settles back down in the chair next to him, absently leaning into the arm that goes around him as they watch the sun begin to dip below the horizon. Jack turns to look at the Doctor when the sun finally goes down.

“That was magnificent, the holo-vidders in the 70^th century would have been hard put to come up with something a quarter as good.”

“Mother nature always puts on the best shows.” The Doctor says smugly. “And how do you know about 70^th century holo-vidders?”

“When I was on the Station, while I was working on getting home, I found a number of museums on the lower levels devoted to various eras of humanity. I couldn't leave them there to be destroyed when the satellite finally lost orbit and burned in re-entry so I took them and put them in my ship. When I got back to the the 19^th Century. . .”

“The 19^th Century?”

“I went back too far making sure I got back to a time when I could try to find you.” Jack shrugs, “anyway I couldn't leave all of humanity's accomplishments be lost with humanity so I left in a very safe spot. I hoped that that you and the old girl would be able to find a place for it in the TARDIS somewhere.”

“We can go to your ship when we leave. Where did you hide it?”

“In Saturn's rings, I figured it would be a while before I had to move it.” Jack smirks.

“Since Saturn was never colonized or the rings studied extensively, I'd have to say yes.” the Doctor says, smirking back at Jack. He pulls Jack to his feet and leads him to the water's edge, watching Jack's eyes grow huge when he sees the transformation from earlier in the day.

“Doc?” Jack asks, never taking his eyes off the softly glowing water.

“Bio-luminescence from a variety of seaweed. You can't see it during the day.” The Doctor says, dropping automatically into lecture mode. Jack smiles as he lets the words wash over him, the sound beginning to ease the raw spot in his soul even he wasn't aware of.

“Is it dangerous?” Jack asks, counting the seconds on his fingers before the snort he'd been expecting arrives.

“Jack, really would I knowingly do something that put you or anybody else in danger?” Jack's rolling his eyes, the Doctor knows he is even if he can't see him. “All the excitement that has happened during out travels has been purely coincidental. As for the seaweed? Yes it is perfectly safe, in fact it is even edible.” The Doctor smiles at the sideways glance of disbelief Jack has got to be giving him. “Dried, it can be used in soups and stews. In fact, you've eaten it in the past.”

“If you say so, Doc.”

“Yes, I 'say so.', Jack.” The Doctor says with a smile. Jack whoops in laughter, wrapping his arms around the other man.

“Jack, really.” the Doctor splutters, trying not very hard to push him away. His exuberance so much better than the lost expression he's seen pass his face when he thought nobody was looking. And he shudders inwardly, so much better than the nightmare images he caught flashes of in Jack's nightmares those first few days he was recovering.

The Doctor enters the TARDIS, following the sound of singing to find Jack putting away the empty basket in the kitchen. The younger man had pulled on a pair of shorts he's relieved to see, though the tiniest bit of hair when he moves tells him he hadn't bothered with underwear. The empty water bottles are put on the counter to be refilled later and the Doctor stirs a bubbling pot of vegetable soup the TARDIS had put on for them. The Doctor smiles when he sees Jack put the bottles of beer back in the cooler, he had listened to the Doctor's assertions that alcohol was the last thing a person needed to drink when it was hot outside.

Jack smirks over his shoulder. “Yes Doc, I finally did get it through my thick human skull.”

“Good.” he says firmly, “It's probably the only thing you listened to me about.”

Jack chuckles again, standing up and stretching. He sniffs the pot of soup and pulls down a couple of bowls. The Doctor grabs his wrist and pulls him out of the room. “Medbay first, then we can eat.”

Jack rolls his eyes behind the Doctor's back as he's dragged down the hall.

“I saw that, Jack.” the Doctor chuckles despite himself. “I'm just making sure you weren't hurt when. . .”

“You made my wildest dreams come true? Trust me Doc, I feel fine.”

“Let me make sure anyway.” The Doctor sighs, pushing Jack onto a bed and setting the scanners humming. Jack leans back on the bed and puts his hands behind his head.

“Am I gonna live, Doc?” he asks when it looks like the Doctor is finally done running tests.

“Yes, no tearing or even bruising.”

“Told you you didn't hurt me Doc, besides I heal pretty quick.”

“Yes, be that as it may do you really want to get salt water in a cut down there?” The Doctor asks with a raised eyebrow. Jack thinks a second and winces. The Doctor nods smugly. “I thought that would get your attention.”

“Now let's get you fixed up.” Jack says, standing up and stretching.

“I can take care of that later.” The Doctor begins to say as Jack opens a drawer, pulling out the dermal regenerator.

“Doc, unless you're triple jointed, you can't bend enough to get a good look at that area. Now be a good little boy, drop your trous, and bend over the bed.”

The Doctor looks over his shoulder at Jack, smirking. “I've told you before Captain, not without buying me a drink first.” Jack laughs and the Doctor smiles, dropping his trousers. A few waves of the regenerator fixes him right up and he puts a hand on Jack's shoulder, pushing him out of the room.

“The soup should be about ready to eat, but first we're going to stop in the wardrobe room for some swim trunks.”

“Why?” Jack asks.

“So you're not running around starkers, Jack. Not that that would bother you, but still.”

“Doc one word, vacation.” Jack sounds the word out with a smile. “Time to let your hair down, relax, and have some fun. And what's more fun than skinny dipping in the moonlight?”

The Doctor sighs and rolls his eyes, “Okay, but don't come whining to me when you get some unmentionables sunburned.”

An hour later, both men have finished their meals of soup and bread before walking out the TARDIS door, the Doctor carrying a second canvas deckchair under his arm while talking to the other man. “Jack, the sunsets here are magnificent, you have to see them to believe them. The colors. . .”

“Debris thrown up from the volcanoes?” Jack asks, smiling at the other man's exuberance.

“Exactly,” the Doctor says, waving a hand. A sound behind them has both men turning around to look. Jack blinks and begins laughing while the Doctor scowls.

“Looks like the TARDIS is getting into this whole vacation thing too.” he says, looking at the grass hut standing where the blue police box had been seconds before. “Doc, what's the matter?” he asks at the Doctor's upset look.

“I can't go around with the TARDIS looking like that. . .” he splutters, “It's not dignified.”

“Ohh, and haring around through Time and Space in a blue police box is?” Jack asks with a smirk. “Relax Doc, I think she'll be ready to change back by the time we get ready to go.”

“She'd better.” the Doctor says with a huff, stomping off. Jack snickers at his retreating back, reaching over to pet the side of the hut. The TARDIS purrs under his hand.

“Jack, quit flirting with my ship and get over here.” the Doctor bellows from the shoreline.

AN: This is the sequel to bring me to life with your touch.

Jack mumbles as he wakes up, hissing slightly as his abused nether regions let him know that he's going to be eating soft foods for the next few days. A smile crosses his face as he looks down at the snoring Time Lord draped protectively over him. Not that the older man would ever admit to doing anything so . . . human . . . as snoring. He can almost see the Doctor crankily proclaiming 'I do not snore' while glaring at him. Though it does look like he's going to be getting something as human as a sunburn on a very sensitive spot if he doesn't wake up soon.

Stretching one arm out from under the Doctor, and how could somebody look so damn small but be so damned heavy asleep, he snags the sunscreen and fumbling with the spray attachment, he mists a protective coating over the other man's back and reddening posterior.

“Jack, what are you doing?” the Doctor asks, opening one eye as he feels the other man moving under him.

“Spraying some sunscreen on you before your ass gets any redder.” Jack says with a smirk.

“Tine Lords do not do something as mundane as burn.” The Doctor begins to say with a huff while moving, but a slight wince as his butt lets him know that he spent too much time in the sun proves him a liar. He scowls at Jack when the other man starts snickering.

“Looks like we're both going to have a sore ass for a few days doc.”

“Ahh, but mine will clear up after a few waves of the dermal regenerator. Yours is going to take more time to get over.”

“Ahh, but there's another way mine will stop hurting, a time honored tradition.” Jack leers.

“Oh really?” the Doctor asks, his eyebrow rising into his hair as he grabs for his clothes, briskly trying to shake the sand out of them.

“Yeah it's called the hair of the dog, or in other words you fuck me until I can't walk straight. Then everything will be sore, not just my ass.”

“Jack, don't you ever think of anything besides sex?”

Jack looks at the Doctor. “Doc, how long have you known me?”

The Doctor sighs, shaking his head. “Jack, do you want to come inside and get something to eat? And I really should examine you to make sure I didn't hurt you.”

Jack stretches on the blanket, nearly purring. “Doc, I feel wonderful, but if you want to 'examine' me,” he leers suggestively, “go right ahead.”

“Jack, come inside and eat. We can come back outside afterwards, the sunsets and moonrises are magnificent here.”

“Does it get cooler after the sun goes down?” Jack asks, getting to his feet and stretching. The Doctor turns around to get back into his clothes, fiercely telling his rampaging erection that Jack is too sore from his first time for him to bury himself back inside the other man. His lower head calls him a damn liar, noting that even if Jack isn't a virgin anymore, that tight little ass would feel so good wrapped around him. And it's not like he didn't ask the Doctor to fuck him again.

“No, the temperature stays the same night or day. Makes for wonderful growing weather.”

“Then maybe we can swim again after we eat?” Jack asks, wrapping an arm around the Doctor's shoulders as he grabs the cooler in one hand and he walks off whistling while the Doctor shudders, the images of him and a naked Jack Harkness running in the sand, frolicking in the water, and making love in the moonlight running through his head.

“Doc, you coming?” he asks, turning in the TARDIS doorway and looking back at the other man.

“Not yet.” he growls under his breath. “And you're not helping matters any.” The Doctor discreetly adjusts his clothing before walking to the TARDIS.

Here we go, the sequel to watching Jack sleep.

Jack opens his eyes and blinks, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. When had his ship gotten a white ceiling with circles on it? Looking around the room he slowly begins to remember.

“Ohh yeah, Rose and the Doctor.” he says, sitting up shakily in the bed. He pulls down the gown he'd been put in and looks at his chest. He remembered the pain of getting hurt but looking down at himself he can't see any signs of injury. And not even 51^st century medicine could have healed him that quickly. Slipping his legs over the side of the bed, he prepares to get up and use the bathroom he sees tucked into the corner of the room. Unfortunately, his legs don't hold his weight when his feet hit the floor. . .

“And what do you think you're doing?” He hears as strong arms catch him before he falls. “I didn't spend five hours patching you up to see you undo all my work the second you try to get up.” Jack blinks up at the Doctor, where had the other man come from? The Doctor's not wearing his customary leather jacket and the sleeves of his sweater are pushed up to the elbow. Jack buries his face in the other man's chest as he's lifted back onto the bed, his stomach quickly scanned with a handheld unit.

“Well at least you didn't manage to rip apart all my hard work.” the Doctor says gruffly, putting the scanner down on the bedside table. “What the hell was so damn important you nearly killed yourself just now?”

“It didn't look that bad.” Jack says, staring down at his side.

“Looks can be deceiving, my dear Captain.” the Doctor says, emphasizing the last word. “Now again, what was so damn important you had to get up?” The Doctor folds his arms over his chest and taps his foot, looking down at the younger man.

“I had to use the bathroom.” Jack finally says. The Doctor sighs and slides his arms under Jack, lifting him back into his arms, taking the nearly empty iv bag off it's hook and putting it down on top of him before walking across the room. He settles Jack on the toilet, withering the half-hearted glare. “Tough, you already proved you're in no shape to stand up.” Jack's lifted back into the Doctor's arms when he's finished and carried back to his bed, a steaming basin of water, soap, towels and a soft washcloth waiting on the bedside table.

“That wasn't there before.” Jack says blinking as the Doctor changes the bag on his iv. He moans as the Doctor begins cleaning his arm with the cloth. The Doctor snickers. “Tough, you just proved you're in no condition to get a shower.” He closes his eyes, the Time Agency had trained him to withstand all forms of torture, even. . . he shudders mentally. . . a bed bath.

The Doctor smiles as he continues washing Jack's body, patting a certain part of Jack's anatomy that would be showing signs of life at the attention if he still wasn't so damn weak. Jack opens his eyes again and looks down at himself, then over at the Doctor.

“Umm Doc, I didn't get any other 'damage', did I?” he asks as he's rolled onto his side.

“Relax Captain, you're still in perfect working order.” the Doctor says. “To quote an old saying, 'The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.' Even you can't expect to have sex this soon after major surgery and being so sick.”

“Never had any problems before.” Jack says, pouting.

The Doctor rolls his eyes. “Why am I not surprised.”

The Doctor finishes washing Jack, putting him in a clean gown before lifting the younger man into a sitting position and holding a glass of liquid to his lips.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at him. “A protein shake, your stomach won't be up to handling solid food for a while yet.” Jack swallows the shake, making a face at the taste. His eyes close against his will as the Doctor helps him settle back down in the bed and he grabs at the older man's arm. “What did you give me?” he asks in a slurred voice as falls back asleep.

“I didn't give you anything Captain, I didn't have to.” the Doctor says, patting Jack's arm as he pulls the covers up to Jack's chin. “Your body knows it's too weak to do anything but sleep and recover, unlike your stupid ape pride, which is determined to get cause trouble.” The Doctor pauses in the medbay's doorway, looking back at his new companion over his shoulder. “I know your type Captain, you're going to be nothing but trouble while you're recovering, bound and determined that you're okay and you don't need to rest.”

Jack glares at the Doctor from his spot on the chair, watching the other man pace back and forth in the control room.

"I have no idea what happened." he says, looking over at the chair and its occupant. "Jack, don't look at me like that. It's not as if I meant for this to happen after all."

Jack snorts at him.  "Jack, don't be like this. It should be only temporary. I mean really, you act like I did this deliberately. It was an accident, I certainly never meant for anything like this to happen to you."

Jack glares at the Doctor again. /I'm a damn cat./ 

The Doctor sits in a chair beside Jack's bed, watching the younger man sleep fitfully. He reaches over periodically during his vigil, touching the other man's wrist as the fever dreams make him restless. He never would have thought it, he'd just met the dratted con-man a day or so before he became ill, but his touch seems to be calming the other man. The Doctor snorts, comfort was the last thing he thought he'd be offering Jack Harkness, more likely a quick passage to an inhabitable world where Jack could ply his trade on some other unsuspecting patsy. He scowls, and when had he started thinking of Harkness as 'Jack'?

“Doc, is Jack?. . .” Rose's voice asks from the doorway.

“Still the same, I'm afraid.” The Doctor says calmly as he pulls the light cover up over Jack. The younger man had collapsed shortly after coming onto the TARDIS, the Doctor had been stunned to realize Jack had been hurt sometime during their adventure and hadn't said anything. He'd worked on Jack for a couple of hours, repairing the damage shrapnel from a nearby shell blast had done to Jack's side while cloned human blood dripped into his veins.

Fever from an infection had set in within hours. The Doctor had wrapped him in cold packs when the fever had spiked while a cocktail of drugs had dripped into his veins. The infection had been wiped out, but the fever had remained, along with the dreams.

Dreams of what might have happened during those two years that caused the Time Agency to remove his memories, dreams of what might have happened if they hadn't been able to deal with the nanogenes, dreams of the Doctor not rescuing him before the German bomb had killed him, Dreams of a future where he's been abandoned. . . Dreams.

The Doctor stands up, adjusting the cooling blankets around Jack as he turns to leave the medbay, Rose immediately sliding into the seat he'd just vacated. “I'll be in the lab, running blood work.” He turns to look back at the pair, Rose pulling the chair closer to lean her head on Jack's arm, both hands wrapped around his hand.

“Rose, I've found it.” he says, bursting into the medbay four hours later. Rose had nodded off and jerks awake from where she'd been resting against Jack's side. “I thought the infection had brought on the fever, but they're two separate causes.” Rose blinks sleep from her eyes as she watches the Doctor nearly dance around the room as he mixes something up that he injects into the lines running into Jack's arms. “Jack's contracted Denebian Fever, it's normally a children's disease but like your mumps can bad when an adult contracts it.”

“Doctor?” Rose asks. The Doctor looks at her and blinks, then smiles. “No, nothing you need to be worried about it, it only affects telepaths and you don't have a telepathic bone in your body.”

“What about you Doctor?”

“Oh, I had it years ago.” The Doctor waves his hand absently. “I was absolutely miserable as I recall.” He checks the monitors over Jack's head, nodding. “The drugs are already working. I would have recognized the symptoms sooner, but his injuries misled me. He must have been coming down with it during our little,” The Doctor looks at Rose and smiles slightly, “adventure in London.”

“Jack will be okay then?”

“He'll be fit as a fiddle in a couple of weeks.” The Doctor says with a smile, patting Jack's forehead. “Ahh, the fever is already coming down.”

“In a couple of weeks?” Rose asks.

“His telepathy will be a little. . . disturbed. . . for a while,” the Doctor finally says. “Usually, the parent or guardian will keep a child who's had the Fever under their shields until they've completely recovered and can form their own shields again. In a child, it only takes a couple of days, in an adult it takes longer and they need to relearn how to use their abilities.”

“Like physical therapy after an accident?”

“Exactly.” the Doctor nods. “Once he's strong enough, I'll help him discover how his telepathy might have been affected.” The Doctor smiles at Rose. “Denebian Fever usually causes changes that bring on a jump in telepathic abilities. In children, it often brings them to their full potential. As a child, they're quicker to recover and receive proper training. As an adult. . .” His voice trails off. “I haven't seen many cases of Denebian Fever in an adult, but they usually have a rougher time of it.”

“But since they are adults, would it matter? They're at their peak already, aren't they?”

The Doctor nods. “They're at the level they normally attain, but they can still cause changes, sometimes their abilities will grow to a level they never would have attained normally, they may develop a second, weaker ability, their abilities can change outright, or they can even lose their abilities. Those who lose their mental abilities. . . usually aren't the same afterwards.” The Doctor seems to push away old memories and turns back to Rose, a strained cheerful look on his face. “Now, why don't you get some rest. . . in your own bed. Jack's going to be just fine,” he reaches over and caresses one high cheekbone, “in fact he'll probably be awake and complaining when you next see him.”

“I don't want to leave him until I'm sure.” Rose says stubbornly around an involuntary yawn that nearly takes her head off. “I'm not tired.” she says at the Doctor's amused look.

A low painful moan causes them to turn and look at the man they'd been talking about. Jack blinks as he wakes up, his hand automatically moving to his head before it's caught and put back under the covers. His eyes slowly focus on the pair standing over him.

“What the hell happened?” he asks softly. The Doctor moves around him, checking the monitors. “Rose, will you get him some ice chips?” Rose walks over to the unit in the corner, returning with a small cup of ice chips that she begins spooning into Jack's mouth.

“Welcome back,” she says.

Jack looks at her, then at the Doctor. A raised eyebrow gives voice to the question uppermost in his mind. He feels like his head is stuffed with cotton wool, all he wants to do is go back to sleep.

“You passed out about a week ago, thanks to injuries you didn't bother to tell us about.” the Doctor says, scowling down at Jack. “You should have told us you were hurt.”

“As I remember, we were a little busy at the time.” Jack hoarsely whispers. “And afterwards? I was running on pure adrenaline.”

“Yeah, until you took a header at Rose's feet.” The Doctor snorts.

“While I kind of like the idea of men falling at my feet,” Rose says, laughing and crying at the same time, “I'd rather it's because they're madly in love with me, not because they're hurt.”

“Anyway, no sooner did I get you patched up than you started running a fever. At first I thought it was from the infection, but when we got that knocked down you were still fevered. I finally figured out that you had Denebian Fever a few hours ago and started you on different medications.”

“Aww hell,” Jack says softly.

“Rest, when you're feeling better I'll start working with you on putting up your own shields. But for now, get used to having me in your head.”

“Doc?” Jack asks, his eyes fluttering shut involuntarily. He wants to ask them so many questions but he's so damned tired. He shivers and feels warmth wrap itself around him and as tired as he is, he's not sure if it's physical . . . or mental.

“Yes Jack?” The Doctor asks, sitting back down in his chair after shooing Rose off to bed.

“Were you here earlier?”

“Yes, you've been having nightmares from the fever. You found my presence. . . comforting.”

Jack closes his eyes, drifting back off to sleep. He knows he's passed some kind of test, he's not 'that pretty boy' or even 'Harkness' anymore to the Doctor, he's Jack. Maybe he'll be allowed to stay here for a while after recovering. It's been a while since he felt safe anywhere, but this strange man and his odd little vehicle feel comforting. . . almost like he's come home.