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follows thisThe Doctor woke only a few short hours later and found himself positively disappointed at his lack of dreams. He'd spent years asleep without dreams, and now, when he really wanted them, he still had nothing. No memories, no twisting nightmares, not even a good brain-dump of nonsensical mental garbage. Just nothing. He was asleep

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[quitehomoerotic]

Jack had spent an hour or so just lying and watching him. He hadn't wanted to sleep. He was almost scared that if he did, he'd open his eyes and none of it would be real. The Doctor would have disappeared and it would have all been a dream.

But the weight of it all and the fact his body ached with tired finally pulled him under, and he fell asleep on his front, one hand out on the Doctor's chest.

He stirred as the Doctor woke. Either something in the movement or something in his mind, and he shifted up a little closer to him, his eyes shifting beneath his lids until they flickered open too and through hazy eyes he looked in the Doctor's direction.

It took him a moment to realise he was real.

[rude_not_ginger]

"I remember that was a problem before," he said, quietly. "Me waking woke you up."

He remembered watching Jack wake that first morning, though the rest of his memories were fuzzy. Slowly filling in, like a pool of water. He'd be full up of memories eventually. It just took time, and the Doctor hated waiting.

"You can get a few more hours, if you want," he said. "I'll go take a look at the console, see what other repairs you made."

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Still tired, Jack didn't speak at first, he just smiled a little in the Doctor's direction and nodded just slightly.

"Yeah," he said tiredly after a moment. "It's okay."

He shifted again and let his eyes close a moment before he forced them back open again. "Might be a good idea," he agreed.

"There's a log. Under six slash apple slash four. I've done..." he yawned, "quite a lot of work. Four years of it."

His eyes flickered again as he resettled on the bed. "Go take a look."

[rude_not_ginger]

That wasn't normally how the TARDIS organized logs, but he remembered the simple figure underneath the words the TARDIS gave to him. She made up her own language to talk to Jack, a way to communicate with him in a way he would understand. He remembered feeling jealous the first time he figured that out, but he couldn't figure out why, now. It made him happy, knowing they understood each other.

He slipped out of the bed and went to the adjoining bathroom. A quick shower and a fresh suit later, and he was heading into the console room to look over the repairs. Jack wasn't lying, he'd logged years and years worth of work. An almost obsessive care was taken into repairing parts of the TARDIS that were broken, even parts that the Doctor had never really thought about paying mind to.

How did he know they all needed fixing? Was it just his connection to the TARDIS, or had he just decided to fix everything?