Post Regenerative Care II
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Title: Post Regenerative Care II
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten, Jack/Martha friendship
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Christmas Invasion
Summary: Martha again offers post-regenerative care to the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: Set post-S3 for Martha and Jack this is a sequel to the Martha/Nine fic Post Regenerative Care, but this time featuring Martha/Ten and Jack, and more than a dash of angst. (Hmm, this was supposed to be crack!fic again!)
Betas: abstruse_fangrl and catholicphoton - many thanks for your input, especially for the ending!
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Martha slipped her TARDIS perception filter key over her head, allowing it to drop around her neck, then set the coordinates on Jack's Vortex Manipulator.
"All set?" asked the Captain.
"Are you sure this is really necessary?" she queried nervously, even though they'd already been over this once.
"Yes," answered Jack firmly. "I told you, it was on record at Torchwood One that the Doctor made a sudden and rapid recovery from regeneration sickness just in the nick of time to stop the Sycorax Invasion."
"But how do you know it was me that helped him?" Martha asked.
"Come on, Dr Jones, how many doctors do you think the Doctor knows in this era with such a good working knowledge of Time Lord physiology? You're the best qualified person there is, so it's up to you. Just get yourself aboard the TARDIS and then, once the Sycorax have beamed it aboard their ship and he's left on his own, you can administer to his needs."
She felt glad that Jack was looking down at the paperwork on his desk, otherwise he might have noticed her embarrassment; his words reminded her vividly of the night she'd spent with the Doctor's previous incarnation, just a few months ago, when he was recovering from his regeneration.
"All right," she said softly.
"I'll see you back here afterwards," Jack said, and gave her a sketchy salute.
Martha nodded, then activated the Vortex Manipulator, leaping through Time and Space to land on the Powell Estate in London on Christmas Day, the very day that the Doctor had reached Earth after sacrificing his ninth self to save Rose. She checked her key was around her neck, then slipped across the courtyard to where the TARDIS stood; looking up she could see Mickey and a young blonde woman, whom she guessed was Rose, struggling to carry the unconscious Time Lord down to his ship. Fortunately their attention was wholly focused on their task so Martha was easily able to slip into the TARDIS, whose door was already open.
She hurried into the Medical Bay, whispering a greeting to the ship who, like her pilot, could see the future as well as the past, so recognised the young woman as a future companion of her Time Lord.
"I've come to help", Martha said softly, running a hand down the wall. "I know the Doctor's sick after his regeneration, and that time is short - so I'll need your assistance to help him save the Earth again. And afterwards - he mustn't remember me once I leave."
The TARDIS hummed and Martha somehow understood that the ship was agreeing with her. She waited in the Med Bay, listening to Mickey, Rose and an older woman, whom Martha guessed was Rose's mum, as they talked. After a little while she felt the slightest of lurches as the TARDIS was teleported up to the Sycorax ship, and she heard first Rose's scream and then Mickey's shouts, and she hurried into the Control Room. As the TARDIS door closed Martha pulled off her key and then she crouched down beside the Doctor.
"Up you come, Mr Smith," she said softly, and pulled him up into a sitting position; she slipped her arms under his and carefully dragged him to the Med Bay since he was too heavy, and Martha's frame too slight, for her to carry him alone.
She had lowered one of the examination beds to its lowest possible setting and she now lifted him up and onto the bed. Martha checked his hearts, his lungs, and then scanned his brain using the portable MRI scanner that the Doctor had once shown her when he'd been boasting about his ship's advanced medical equipment. Then she went to the drug cupboard and took out a bottle of a pale blue liquid and a needle, with which she injected the Time Lord's right arm.
After a few moments his eyelids flickered wildly, then opened, and he turned his head towards her.
"Hello," he said, his voice rasping.
"Hello Doctor. I'm a friend and I'm here to help you."
He pushed his elbows against the bed and lifted his upper body to look closely at her. "Can you prove you're a friend?"
Martha showed him the TARDIS key and he grinned. "Brilliant!"
He pushed himself further up, then lifted a hand to his head. "Ooh regeneration headache," he gasped. "Making me all dizzy."
"Don't you think you'd better give yourself a few minutes?" Martha suggested. "It wouldn't do any good to go rushing out there to challenge the Sycorax if you're liable to topple over at any moment."
He tilted his head to one side, giving her an appraising look. "You're out of your Time Line," he observed.
She nodded, watching him closely.
"Oh! I know you," he said. "You're - Dr Jones! I met you just after I had regenerated last time, after the Time War."
Martha felt a flood of heat in her face and elsewhere at his comment. "Yes you did, Doctor."
He smirked. "As I remember, you were very helpful to me in providing post-regenerative care." He looked from her face down his body and Martha's blush intensified when she saw the tent in his pyjamas. "Are you going to assist me again?" he asked.
She licked her lips. "What about the Sycorax?" she asked. It wasn't that she wasn't tempted or willing, but she also knew that it was up to him to defeat the leader of the Sycorax.
The Doctor grinned. "We've got plenty of time," he reassured her. "Don't forget, the TARDIS' interior isn't even in the same universe as her exterior police box shell." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to the bed. "We can take as much time as we like before I have to go out there. What do you say, Dr Jones?"
"Well," Martha began, "if you think you're up for it?" She raised her eyebrows and gave him her sauciest grin.
"Perhaps you'd better check whether I'm up for it?" he suggested.
"Yes Doctor." She reached down and fondled his erection through the striped pyjama trousers and he uttered a moan of longing.
"C'mere," he growled, and pulled her head down to kiss her hungrily.
Within a few moments they were both naked and Martha was straddling his body, her entrance just above the tip of his erection; she looked down into his face, memorising his expression of eager anticipation, and knowing she'd never see it again.
He clasped her hips with his long slender fingers. "Please, Martha," he said, his voice husky with desire. She lowered herself down, and they both groaned as he filled her. "Feels so good," he gasped.
She held the metal railing at the edge of the bed with one hand to keep her balance as she set a steady pace.
As she moved Martha was trying not to think of all the times she'd wanted the Doctor to notice her while she'd been travelling with him, and all the times he'd brought up Rose's name.
"Martha." He spoke her name softly and it was almost a caress. She looked down at him and he lifted his right hand from her hip to stroke her face. "Stop thinking, just feel." He slipped his hand to the back of her neck and brought her head down so he could kiss her.
They kissed fiercely, biting each other's bottom lip, then tangling their tongues together, and Martha continued to ride the Doctor's cock, which was slightly longer and thicker in this incarnation, and felt good sliding through her slick heat. Then he slid his left hand between their bodies and began to flick her clit, and Martha threw her head back as she came hard with a cry. Her muscles squeezed tightly around him and it wasn't long before he exploded inside her.
She slumped down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the side of her neck.
"Dr Martha Jones, I do believe you're the perfect cure for regeneration randyness," he said.
She snorted with laughter. "Somehow, I don't think I'll be putting that on my CV."
He chuckled, his chest rumbling with his laughter. "Maybe not," he said. "Pity you weren't around to help me after my reincarnation into my eighth body, though. My seventh self ran into an altogether different human doctor, who caused me to regenerate."
Martha lifted her head from his chest. "Seriously?" she asked, quite horrified.
"Yeah. You'll have to remind me to tell you the story when we're travelling together."
She lowered her head again. He either hadn't realised or hadn't remembered that from her point of view she'd already travelled with him. She struggled with the stab of hurt this caused her; there was no point in saying anything because she'd already made the TARDIS promise to make him forget she'd ever been here: it wouldn't do to cause a predestination paradox.
"I suppose I had better go sort out those - Sycorax, did you call them?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Them." He kissed the top of her head and when she lifted it to speak, he kissed her on the mouth again. "It's a pity you have to go," he said softly. "I shall look forward to travelling with you Dr Jones."
"Thank you," she whispered.
They disentangled themselves, then dressed and walked through to the Control Room.
"How did you get here?" he asked suddenly as they paused by the console.
"I've got a friend who sent me to help you," she answered, glad that he didn't seem to have noticed or recognised Jack's wrist device.
"Ah. I won't ask questions," he said. "But thank your friend on my behalf. Take care of yourself Dr Jones."
"You too," she answered. She gave him a quick, fierce kiss, then pushed him in the small of the back, towards the doors. "Go and save my planet, Mr Smith," she urged.
He saluted her, grinning, then moved towards the doors of his ship. When he glanced back, Martha had gone.
He opened the TARDIS doors. "Did you miss me?" he asked, grinning hugely at those assembled outside.
* * * * * *
Jack was heading across the main floor of the now-empty Hub to get some coffee when Martha reappeared. He reached out and caught hold of her as she staggered slightly from the jump, and was surprised when she turned and clung tightly to him.
"Hey," he said anxiously. "What's up? Did something go wrong?"
"N-no," she said, and he realised that she was fighting back tears.
He backed up to the sofa and sat down, pulling her half onto his lap. "Come on Martha, what is it?" he asked gently. "You can tell me."
"It's nothing," she answered, pulling herself across onto the sofa properly. "It's not important."
"Now that I don't believe," Jack said promptly. "You do not cry over nothing or something that's unimportant. Tell me."
She scrubbed her hand over her face. "Can I have a coffee first?" she asked.
"Of course, I'll even make it myself." He got to his feet, then pulled her up and hugged her tightly, before he kissed the top of her head. "It'll be okay," he said.
Privately Martha doubted that, but she didn't argue; she sat down again and waited while Jack went to wrestle with Ianto's coffee machine.
"Where will you feel most comfortable, telling this story?" he asked when he returned. "Here, in my office, in my room?"
"Here," Martha answered. She accepted a mug of coffee from him and blew on it several times before taking a sip.
Jack sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, after setting his own mug on the coffee table. "I'm all ears," he said.
She took a deep breath, then began to tell him about her meeting with the Doctor's ninth incarnation just after he'd regenerated, and the long night she'd spent with him aboard the TARDIS.
"Oh. My. God!" Jack exclaimed when she'd finished. "You shagged the Doctor! What was it like? Did he use lots of different positions, or introduce you to the Gallifreyan Kama Sutra?"
"Jack!"
"Sorry, it's just - well, you know - I'm a bit envious. I bet he's a really fantastic shag," he said, sounding wistful.
"He is," Martha couldn't help murmuring.
"So, what's this got to - oh!" He didn't bother finishing the question because he'd just worked out the link between her story and the reason why she was upset now. "You and Mr Pinstripes?" he asked.
She nodded and recounted her meeting with the newly-regenerated Doctor.
Jack shifted in his seat, finding himself very turned on by Martha's accounts. "And you actually shagged the Doctor while Rose was standing outside the TARDIS, trying to talk down the Sycorax?" He remembered Martha's bitterness about Rose towards the end of her time travelling with the Doctor, and half wondered if she'd taken the chance to shag the latest incarnation of the Doctor as a way of getting her own back. He knew he wouldn't blame her if she had.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm not proud of that fact."
"You didn't find it cathartic?"
"Not really. I mostly just feel guilty. And it hurt when he told me that he was looking forward to travelling with me because I knew that he'd spent the entire time thinking more about Rose than me."
Jack pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Not your fault," she answered, drinking some of her coffee. "I need some rest."
"Of course." He picked up his mug and downed his coffee in several large swallows. "Come on, I'll walk you over to your hotel."
"Thanks."
He decided it was a measure of how upset she was that she didn't turn down that offer. They made their way up to the Plass, and Jack chatted about what the rest of his team had been doing in her absence.
"Do you want me to come up with you?" he asked. "I can stay for a bit, if you'd like the company."
"Yes, please."
They took the lift up to the fourth floor and Martha let them into the room Ianto had booked for her.
"Do you want me to ring room service?" Jack asked.
She shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know if I'm hungry," she answered.
"I'll ask them to send up some sandwiches, if you don't mind, because I am hungry" he said.
"Go ahead. I'm going to have a shower."
"Okay." Martha looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "What?" he asked.
"No innuendo? No offer to join me?"
He crossed the room and clasped her shoulders. "I didn't think you'd appreciate it, sweetheart," he answered. "Despite what some people might think, I'm not completely insensitive."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Go and have your shower."
* * * * * *
When Martha returned twenty minutes later, wrapped in the hotel's big fluffy bathrobe, Jack was perched on the end of the double bed, eating a sandwich and watching the news.
"Feeling better?" he asked, muting the TV.
"A bit," she agreed. She wrapped the bathrobe around her legs, then sat down next to him, and picked up a sandwich.
As they sat watching the rest of the news, Jack was pleased to note that Martha ate several of the sandwiches after all.
"I'll just be a minute," he said, getting up and heading towards the bathroom.
"'kay."
When Jack came back, Martha had changed into her pyjamas and was lying in the bed, the TV still on.
"I'll see you in the morning, then," he said.
"You could stay," she said quietly. He raised his eyebrows, not entirely sure what she was asking. "Would you mind keeping me company tonight while I sleep?"
"If that's what you want," he answered.
She nodded. "Please."
"All right." He turned off the TV, then stripped down to his trousers.
"Are you going to be comfortable sleeping in your trousers?" Martha asked.
He grinned. "I go commando."
"Oh!"
He was amused that she seemed surprised and embarrassed by this information. "And yes, I will be comfortable. Slept in my trousers loads of times in the past for one reason or another."
He lifted the duvet and slid in beside her as she turned off the light, and felt quite pleased when Martha immediately shifted across the bed to snuggle up at his side.
"Goodnight Jack."
"Night Martha."
Title: Post Regenerative Care II
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten, Jack/Martha friendship
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Christmas Invasion
Summary: Martha again offers post-regenerative care to the Doctor.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: Set post-S3 for Martha and Jack this is a sequel to the Martha/Nine fic Post Regenerative Care, but this time featuring Martha/Ten and Jack, and more than a dash of angst. (Hmm, this was supposed to be crack!fic again!)
Betas: abstruse_fangrl and catholicphoton - many thanks for your input, especially for the ending!
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Martha slipped her TARDIS perception filter key over her head, allowing it to drop around her neck, then set the coordinates on Jack's Vortex Manipulator.
"All set?" asked the Captain.
"Are you sure this is really necessary?" she queried nervously, even though they'd already been over this once.
"Yes," answered Jack firmly. "I told you, it was on record at Torchwood One that the Doctor made a sudden and rapid recovery from regeneration sickness just in the nick of time to stop the Sycorax Invasion."
"But how do you know it was me that helped him?" Martha asked.
"Come on, Dr Jones, how many doctors do you think the Doctor knows in this era with such a good working knowledge of Time Lord physiology? You're the best qualified person there is, so it's up to you. Just get yourself aboard the TARDIS and then, once the Sycorax have beamed it aboard their ship and he's left on his own, you can administer to his needs."
She felt glad that Jack was looking down at the paperwork on his desk, otherwise he might have noticed her embarrassment; his words reminded her vividly of the night she'd spent with the Doctor's previous incarnation, just a few months ago, when he was recovering from his regeneration.
"All right," she said softly.
"I'll see you back here afterwards," Jack said, and gave her a sketchy salute.
Martha nodded, then activated the Vortex Manipulator, leaping through Time and Space to land on the Powell Estate in London on Christmas Day, the very day that the Doctor had reached Earth after sacrificing his ninth self to save Rose. She checked her key was around her neck, then slipped across the courtyard to where the TARDIS stood; looking up she could see Mickey and a young blonde woman, whom she guessed was Rose, struggling to carry the unconscious Time Lord down to his ship. Fortunately their attention was wholly focused on their task so Martha was easily able to slip into the TARDIS, whose door was already open.
She hurried into the Medical Bay, whispering a greeting to the ship who, like her pilot, could see the future as well as the past, so recognised the young woman as a future companion of her Time Lord.
"I've come to help", Martha said softly, running a hand down the wall. "I know the Doctor's sick after his regeneration, and that time is short - so I'll need your assistance to help him save the Earth again. And afterwards - he mustn't remember me once I leave."
The TARDIS hummed and Martha somehow understood that the ship was agreeing with her. She waited in the Med Bay, listening to Mickey, Rose and an older woman, whom Martha guessed was Rose's mum, as they talked. After a little while she felt the slightest of lurches as the TARDIS was teleported up to the Sycorax ship, and she heard first Rose's scream and then Mickey's shouts, and she hurried into the Control Room. As the TARDIS door closed Martha pulled off her key and then she crouched down beside the Doctor.
"Up you come, Mr Smith," she said softly, and pulled him up into a sitting position; she slipped her arms under his and carefully dragged him to the Med Bay since he was too heavy, and Martha's frame too slight, for her to carry him alone.
She had lowered one of the examination beds to its lowest possible setting and she now lifted him up and onto the bed. Martha checked his hearts, his lungs, and then scanned his brain using the portable MRI scanner that the Doctor had once shown her when he'd been boasting about his ship's advanced medical equipment. Then she went to the drug cupboard and took out a bottle of a pale blue liquid and a needle, with which she injected the Time Lord's right arm.
After a few moments his eyelids flickered wildly, then opened, and he turned his head towards her.
"Hello," he said, his voice rasping.
"Hello Doctor. I'm a friend and I'm here to help you."
He pushed his elbows against the bed and lifted his upper body to look closely at her. "Can you prove you're a friend?"
Martha showed him the TARDIS key and he grinned. "Brilliant!"
He pushed himself further up, then lifted a hand to his head. "Ooh regeneration headache," he gasped. "Making me all dizzy."
"Don't you think you'd better give yourself a few minutes?" Martha suggested. "It wouldn't do any good to go rushing out there to challenge the Sycorax if you're liable to topple over at any moment."
He tilted his head to one side, giving her an appraising look. "You're out of your Time Line," he observed.
She nodded, watching him closely.
"Oh! I know you," he said. "You're - Dr Jones! I met you just after I had regenerated last time, after the Time War."
Martha felt a flood of heat in her face and elsewhere at his comment. "Yes you did, Doctor."
He smirked. "As I remember, you were very helpful to me in providing post-regenerative care." He looked from her face down his body and Martha's blush intensified when she saw the tent in his pyjamas. "Are you going to assist me again?" he asked.
She licked her lips. "What about the Sycorax?" she asked. It wasn't that she wasn't tempted or willing, but she also knew that it was up to him to defeat the leader of the Sycorax.
The Doctor grinned. "We've got plenty of time," he reassured her. "Don't forget, the TARDIS' interior isn't even in the same universe as her exterior police box shell." He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to the bed. "We can take as much time as we like before I have to go out there. What do you say, Dr Jones?"
"Well," Martha began, "if you think you're up for it?" She raised her eyebrows and gave him her sauciest grin.
"Perhaps you'd better check whether I'm up for it?" he suggested.
"Yes Doctor." She reached down and fondled his erection through the striped pyjama trousers and he uttered a moan of longing.
"C'mere," he growled, and pulled her head down to kiss her hungrily.
Within a few moments they were both naked and Martha was straddling his body, her entrance just above the tip of his erection; she looked down into his face, memorising his expression of eager anticipation, and knowing she'd never see it again.
He clasped her hips with his long slender fingers. "Please, Martha," he said, his voice husky with desire. She lowered herself down, and they both groaned as he filled her. "Feels so good," he gasped.
She held the metal railing at the edge of the bed with one hand to keep her balance as she set a steady pace.
As she moved Martha was trying not to think of all the times she'd wanted the Doctor to notice her while she'd been travelling with him, and all the times he'd brought up Rose's name.
"Martha." He spoke her name softly and it was almost a caress. She looked down at him and he lifted his right hand from her hip to stroke her face. "Stop thinking, just feel." He slipped his hand to the back of her neck and brought her head down so he could kiss her.
They kissed fiercely, biting each other's bottom lip, then tangling their tongues together, and Martha continued to ride the Doctor's cock, which was slightly longer and thicker in this incarnation, and felt good sliding through her slick heat. Then he slid his left hand between their bodies and began to flick her clit, and Martha threw her head back as she came hard with a cry. Her muscles squeezed tightly around him and it wasn't long before he exploded inside her.
She slumped down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the side of her neck.
"Dr Martha Jones, I do believe you're the perfect cure for regeneration randyness," he said.
She snorted with laughter. "Somehow, I don't think I'll be putting that on my CV."
He chuckled, his chest rumbling with his laughter. "Maybe not," he said. "Pity you weren't around to help me after my reincarnation into my eighth body, though. My seventh self ran into an altogether different human doctor, who caused me to regenerate."
Martha lifted her head from his chest. "Seriously?" she asked, quite horrified.
"Yeah. You'll have to remind me to tell you the story when we're travelling together."
She lowered her head again. He either hadn't realised or hadn't remembered that from her point of view she'd already travelled with him. She struggled with the stab of hurt this caused her; there was no point in saying anything because she'd already made the TARDIS promise to make him forget she'd ever been here: it wouldn't do to cause a predestination paradox.
"I suppose I had better go sort out those - Sycorax, did you call them?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Them." He kissed the top of her head and when she lifted it to speak, he kissed her on the mouth again. "It's a pity you have to go," he said softly. "I shall look forward to travelling with you Dr Jones."
"Thank you," she whispered.
They disentangled themselves, then dressed and walked through to the Control Room.
"How did you get here?" he asked suddenly as they paused by the console.
"I've got a friend who sent me to help you," she answered, glad that he didn't seem to have noticed or recognised Jack's wrist device.
"Ah. I won't ask questions," he said. "But thank your friend on my behalf. Take care of yourself Dr Jones."
"You too," she answered. She gave him a quick, fierce kiss, then pushed him in the small of the back, towards the doors. "Go and save my planet, Mr Smith," she urged.
He saluted her, grinning, then moved towards the doors of his ship. When he glanced back, Martha had gone.
He opened the TARDIS doors. "Did you miss me?" he asked, grinning hugely at those assembled outside.
* * * * * *
Jack was heading across the main floor of the now-empty Hub to get some coffee when Martha reappeared. He reached out and caught hold of her as she staggered slightly from the jump, and was surprised when she turned and clung tightly to him.
"Hey," he said anxiously. "What's up? Did something go wrong?"
"N-no," she said, and he realised that she was fighting back tears.
He backed up to the sofa and sat down, pulling her half onto his lap. "Come on Martha, what is it?" he asked gently. "You can tell me."
"It's nothing," she answered, pulling herself across onto the sofa properly. "It's not important."
"Now that I don't believe," Jack said promptly. "You do not cry over nothing or something that's unimportant. Tell me."
She scrubbed her hand over her face. "Can I have a coffee first?" she asked.
"Of course, I'll even make it myself." He got to his feet, then pulled her up and hugged her tightly, before he kissed the top of her head. "It'll be okay," he said.
Privately Martha doubted that, but she didn't argue; she sat down again and waited while Jack went to wrestle with Ianto's coffee machine.
"Where will you feel most comfortable, telling this story?" he asked when he returned. "Here, in my office, in my room?"
"Here," Martha answered. She accepted a mug of coffee from him and blew on it several times before taking a sip.
Jack sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, after setting his own mug on the coffee table. "I'm all ears," he said.
She took a deep breath, then began to tell him about her meeting with the Doctor's ninth incarnation just after he'd regenerated, and the long night she'd spent with him aboard the TARDIS.
"Oh. My. God!" Jack exclaimed when she'd finished. "You shagged the Doctor! What was it like? Did he use lots of different positions, or introduce you to the Gallifreyan Kama Sutra?"
"Jack!"
"Sorry, it's just - well, you know - I'm a bit envious. I bet he's a really fantastic shag," he said, sounding wistful.
"He is," Martha couldn't help murmuring.
"So, what's this got to - oh!" He didn't bother finishing the question because he'd just worked out the link between her story and the reason why she was upset now. "You and Mr Pinstripes?" he asked.
She nodded and recounted her meeting with the newly-regenerated Doctor.
Jack shifted in his seat, finding himself very turned on by Martha's accounts. "And you actually shagged the Doctor while Rose was standing outside the TARDIS, trying to talk down the Sycorax?" He remembered Martha's bitterness about Rose towards the end of her time travelling with the Doctor, and half wondered if she'd taken the chance to shag the latest incarnation of the Doctor as a way of getting her own back. He knew he wouldn't blame her if she had.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm not proud of that fact."
"You didn't find it cathartic?"
"Not really. I mostly just feel guilty. And it hurt when he told me that he was looking forward to travelling with me because I knew that he'd spent the entire time thinking more about Rose than me."
Jack pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Not your fault," she answered, drinking some of her coffee. "I need some rest."
"Of course." He picked up his mug and downed his coffee in several large swallows. "Come on, I'll walk you over to your hotel."
"Thanks."
He decided it was a measure of how upset she was that she didn't turn down that offer. They made their way up to the Plass, and Jack chatted about what the rest of his team had been doing in her absence.
"Do you want me to come up with you?" he asked. "I can stay for a bit, if you'd like the company."
"Yes, please."
They took the lift up to the fourth floor and Martha let them into the room Ianto had booked for her.
"Do you want me to ring room service?" Jack asked.
She shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know if I'm hungry," she answered.
"I'll ask them to send up some sandwiches, if you don't mind, because I am hungry" he said.
"Go ahead. I'm going to have a shower."
"Okay." Martha looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "What?" he asked.
"No innuendo? No offer to join me?"
He crossed the room and clasped her shoulders. "I didn't think you'd appreciate it, sweetheart," he answered. "Despite what some people might think, I'm not completely insensitive."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Go and have your shower."
* * * * * *
When Martha returned twenty minutes later, wrapped in the hotel's big fluffy bathrobe, Jack was perched on the end of the double bed, eating a sandwich and watching the news.
"Feeling better?" he asked, muting the TV.
"A bit," she agreed. She wrapped the bathrobe around her legs, then sat down next to him, and picked up a sandwich.
As they sat watching the rest of the news, Jack was pleased to note that Martha ate several of the sandwiches after all.
"I'll just be a minute," he said, getting up and heading towards the bathroom.
"'kay."
When Jack came back, Martha had changed into her pyjamas and was lying in the bed, the TV still on.
"I'll see you in the morning, then," he said.
"You could stay," she said quietly. He raised his eyebrows, not entirely sure what she was asking. "Would you mind keeping me company tonight while I sleep?"
"If that's what you want," he answered.
She nodded. "Please."
"All right." He turned off the TV, then stripped down to his trousers.
"Are you going to be comfortable sleeping in your trousers?" Martha asked.
He grinned. "I go commando."
"Oh!"
He was amused that she seemed surprised and embarrassed by this information. "And yes, I will be comfortable. Slept in my trousers loads of times in the past for one reason or another."
He lifted the duvet and slid in beside her as she turned off the light, and felt quite pleased when Martha immediately shifted across the bed to snuggle up at his side.
"Goodnight Jack."
"Night Martha."