[for greg]

Jack had maintained being drunk from the moment he figured out he could conjure hypervodka with the same ease Wilson had wished up beer. It was well after noon on Saturday before he woke up with a hangover and burning with jealousy. Everything that Ianto and Daniel and the Doctor had said crashed down on him and they were right. Right about how he shouldn't just give up. Right that if he wanted House, he should fight for him. Right that...

Right that this was all his fault. He'd made it happen. He'd somehow caused it. And then, he'd gone and made it worse. He was at their hut before he'd even had time to rub the sleep from his eyes.

And he had no idea whathe was going to do.