"Doctor, you're out of control," Jack said to the weak figure that he laid down in the queen sized bed. The Doctor ignored Jack and turned his back to his lover and closed his eyes tightly, hoping to get some sleep. He felt worthless, he didn't deserve Jack's concern. He couldn't look the man in his eyes after he had failed to keep himself in check. The words hurt him, he knew Jack were right, he was out of control.

He didn't know how he got to the bed. His memories of the days were a bit of a blur. Jack had finally agreed to make one trip with the Doctor but then he needed to be back. His team needed him. The Doctor was glad that Jack finally wanted to travel with him again, even if it was only one trip, usually it lead to more adventures until the Doctor needed to make a pit stop in Cardiff. He remembered running with Jack as usual, this time from some Cybermen. It didn't go as well as it usually did. Jack was ahead of him and it was hard to keep the same pace as him. It was hard to move every limb in his body. He felt groggy. He was tired and weak. Everything was spinning in his head as Jack slowly disappeared from his blurred vision.

He felt the metal hand on his shoulder. The Cyberman had caught up to him. He knew he was screaming when he received several shocks through his body. Then, everything stopped. He thought he was dead for a moment until he heard Jack's soft, but worried voice. He knew Jack had died when he saved him and it made his guilty feelings even worse. Jack had carried him back to the TARDIS. He didn't have enough energy to walk. They said nothing on the way back.

The Doctor was woken up by the pleasant smell of Chinese food. His stomach was growling, but he felt disgusted. He didn't want to eat, he couldn't destroy everything he worked so hard for again. Jack placed a box of noodles in front of him.

"I'm not hungry," he told Jack as he turned away his face to not give in to the temptation. Jack looked irritated, he was prepared for a scolding but it never came. Jack bit his lip and tried again.

"You must be starving, the last thing I saw you eat was a carrot some days ago. I know you hate vegetables so I figured your food stock was gone." He gave Jack an annoyed look as he made a childish face. This incarnation of him always acted like a child and he knew that Jack couldn't help himself from liking it.

"I'm not hungry, and I have enough food thank you," he said. He sat up to give the box of noodles back when a sudden wave of dizziness struck him. Jack was quick to grab him and gently laid him back in the bed. They stared at each other for a while until he opened the box to see what Jack had brought him. He couldn't help but smile when he saw some noodles with pork and egg. Just that, Jack knew he hated vegetables. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He still didn't want to eat it.

"Doctor, I don't know why you're not eating, and I'm sorry if I haven't given you enough attention, but this needs to stop. You could have died today. I know you can't starve yourself to death, but what if you faint again? What if I'm not there to save you next time?" The Doctor grabbed Jack's hand. He was looking at Jack with a pleading look.

"I'm fine, really." Anyone who knew the Doctor knew that he was lying, Jack couldn't take the lying anymore. He didn't want his lover to feel bad. He knew it was hard to make the Time Lord to open himself up to someone, but he couldn't take not being able to understand the Time Lord anymore.

"No you're not. Is there something wrong?" he asked, hoping that the Time Lord would share his feeling with him. The other man didn't answer. He just looked down at his knees, hoping that Jack would leave the subject. "Doctor, please talk to me. I care about you but if you don't tell me what's wrong, then I'm going to leave. I'm serious. I can't help you if you're not talking."

The Doctor said nothing for a long time. He was processing what was happening. He didn't want Jack to leave him. He wanted Jack to be happy. He wanted to be perfect for Jack. He grabbed the covers and took a deep breath.

"I'm not enough for you. I was perfect for you before I regenerated. I know you like my old body better. Don't deny it, it's written on your face. I'm disgusting" Jack had never heard the Doctor sounding so… human. It was almost like he was listing to an angsty teenage kid with issues about fitting in, not a proud Time Lord. He gave the Doctor a hug. He refused to let go of the Doctor.

"How many times do I need to say it before it getting through your thick Time Lord skull? I, Jack Harkness, do not care how you look. I don't care if you change gender in your next body. I love you either way, so please stop this. You're hurting me by hurting yourself." He felt that the speech was a bit cliché and a bit cheesy, but he liked cheesy. "And between the old you and this body, I like your new body better. It's amazing."

The Doctor felt happier and couldn't help but to smile. He didn't care if Jack just said it to make him feel better, it worked.

"Will you eat that, or am I going to get the pleasure of tricking you in to eating via kissing?" he said and winked at the Doctor. He knew it wasn't this easy to get someone to understand that they look perfect exactly how they were, but he couldn't lose him for something that stupid. He couldn't believe how human the Doctor could be sometimes, but he was determined to get him back to the cheerful carefree time traveling lunatic that he loved.

I know it was a short story but when I was planning it I decided that I wanted to make a three parted story focusing more about emotion and The Doctors feelings than events. I hope you enjoyed the story and thank you for reading.