Jack followed quickly behind the Doctor, shutting the door behind him and hesitating before turning around.

"It's a room, Jack." The Doctor said with an exasperated sigh, settling Harry into the bed and wrapping a blanket around his still too thin shoulders, "I know you've never been in here before, but it's a room, not some sort of magical forest."

Jack winced a bit, his friend was still clearly agitated from his Rose comment and the TARDIS spinning out of control. He turned around and quickly made an effort to re-hinge his jaw.

The Doctor shared a small grin with Harry, "Weeell, it's a pretty brilliant room thou." He said with a chuckle, almost sounding like his normal self for a moment.

Jack looked around the room with a huge, crooked grin, "It's certainly your room, Doc." He said, ignoring the annoyed glance shot towards him at the nickname. "You've got nice taste. My room's just full of-"

The Doctor hurriedly covered Harry's ears, "Thank you, but I don't want to know what you've been doing to my poor TARDIS's room and I'm very certain that Harry doesn't need to know either."

Jack rolled his eyes, "Come on, give me some credit, I'm pretty good at this uncle thing."

"You've been an uncle for fifteen minutes and in that time you've left a timelord child (one being raised by me, I might add) alone in a time and space machine, punched me in the face, and I'm sure you've somehow caused whatever's going on with the TARDIS. You are not at all good at the uncle thing. You are terrible at the uncle thing." The Doctor said flatly, leaning up against the headboard of the bed and pulling Harry against his chest, wincing a bit at a particularly large bump.

Jack shrugged, looking a bit guilty and Harry frowned up at the Doctor, "Hey! That was rude, you leave me alone in the TARDIS all the time and it wasn't his fault she went crazy!"

The Doctor pouted moodily and Harry managed to squeeze his arms out of the blanket and hold them out to Jack expectantly. The brown haired man smiled slowly and bounced onto the bed, laughing with his "nephew" at the Doctor's expression as Jack landed half on top of them. Finally the Doctor grinned as well and pulled the both of them closer, tucking his chin over Harry's head. They lay there in silence for a few minutes before Jack turned to the side a bit and noticed a picture on the bedside table, right next to the one of Harry. He reached out and grabbed it, chuckling in remembrance, "Hey, I remember this, Bajoon, right?"

Harry perked up, expecting a story and the Doctor smiled a bit, ready to comply, "Yeah, you had just started traveling with us and we wanted to take you somewhere good that you hadn't been yet-"

"So Rose says, why don't we take him to that neon planet?"

"And I say, oh yeah, brilliant, that sounds like a great time, we'll go to the color festival and stay for a few days, live like locals-"

"So we go to the closet, get all suited up in the brightest, most ridiculous colors you'll ever see, step out of the TARDIS-"

"And find this complete gray-scape, no colors anywhere and all the people are just staring at us with these unhinged jaws like we're the craziest thing they've ever seen-"

"And the Doc says, 'We must have come before the Color War" and starts walking along, calm as you please, nodding and smiling at all these gray people who don't even know what to make of him-"

"This was when I was all leather and ears, Harry, I was like that then. We manage to get about ten steps before they cut off our exit to the TARDIS and start running after us like mad men, trying to rip the color off of us-"

"So by this point, we're all naked-"

"Oi! You were naked, Rassillon knows how you got out of your clothes so quickly, Rose and I were perfectly clothed and we remained that way, thank you very much!"

"Don't listen to that, Harry, the Doctor got his shirt ripped off twenty strides in, Rose was the only one who remained completely modest, much to his disappointment-"

"Not in front of my son, Harkness, you are on probation as it is!"

Harry sat enraptured, laughing and snuggling up into the Doctor's chest, soaking up the warm glow that came with the Doctor calling him 'son'. He watched the two old friends tell the story of accidentally starting the Color War, fought with paintball guns and spray paint cans and their eventual starting of the annual color festival. Jack held the picture of he, Rose, and the Doctor loosely in his hand and Harry craned over to look at it, smiling at the always amusing picture of the Doctor with huge ears and a long nose, grinning for all he was worth and hugging Rose and Jack tightly against him. The story started to wind down and Harry blinked tiredly, yawning a bit and tucking himself even closer against the Doctor's chest. " 'm tired. Night, Dad, night Uncle Jack." He said quietly, not really realizing what he had said and drifting slowly off to sleep.

The Doctor gulped hard when he heard Harry's quiet murmur and froze a bit before gasping out a hoarse, "Good night, Harry" seconds after Jack. He looked over at the former time agent who was looking back at him fondly, "That's the first time he's ever called me that." He said, a silly grin starting to spread over his face.

Jack clapped him on the back and kissed both of them on the head, "You both deserve a family. I'm following his lead, good night Doctor, wake me up if something happens." He sunk further down into the bed and tossed an arm over Harry's small frame, falling asleep in seconds.

The Doctor lay awake for a while longer, feeling the TARDIS crash and bump and slide through the time vortex, just grinning at the deep blue, perpetually in motion walls. He had designed the room specifically to look like the slow movement of deep space sped up slightly, or the tides of the oceans of Earth. He shook his head and looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms, pressing another firm, lingering kiss to the top of his hair, "Fantastic." He murmured quietly, "Absolutely fantastic."