[For Ianto] Remembering

Jack had left House back in the hut and taken his sweaty, sandy self to the shower. He stood under the water so long he lost track of time, thinking of the memories that had broadsided him, as well as what House had said. Archaic, quaint categories...the man? What did that mean? He'd long ago accepted the fact that House was who he followed, but that didn't make him...

Jack stood beneath the spray, lost in thought until the water went cool against his skin. Only then did he shut it off and dry and dress. He wasn't going to figure anything out in the bathroom.

Jeans and a t-shirt and no shoes were quick to put on, then Jack went to the kitchen for some coffee. By the time he got there he was lost in thought once again, this time of the memory of Gray, of his parents...of home. He took a seat in the far corner and closed his eyes, and his coffee remained untouched.

He had had a home and a family...once.

[The Doctor] Remembering

Jack had wandered until twilight fell and it started to become difficult to see. He hadn't paid much attention to where he had been walking...paths. The well worn paths kept him fairly safe. He wasn't lost, he was just walking. Thinking.

Remembering.

He looked up and around, getting his bearings, and he saw the unmistakable outline of the Doctor's treehouse. When he'd first had the problems with his memory after Adria, he'd gone to the Doctor for answers. Now...he didn't need answers. Walking and thinking had helped things fall into place. This wasn't like when people disappeared. He hadn't gone immediately to smoke or drink this away. He didn't want to forget. He'd buried the memory for so long...now, he just needed time.

There was no one he could think of other than the Doctor who could help with that.