[for the doctor]

Jack wasn't sure how he was feeling. Torn between his future self and his past self and what he'd become here and now. It was so strange, allowing himself to open up a fraction at a time.

The only thing he was sure of was that he couldn't sleep alone. Ace had stayed last night, but tonight he wanted something she couldn't do. Or he wouldn't do to her. However that worked.

One flight down and he was in the Doctor's room without a word, in his bed with nearly a sound, and kissing him like he hadn't kissed him in a long time.