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Well that was fun. The Doctor said he'd take him on a trip, one special trip, and John being the idiot he was agreed because hell, his ship was missing, his wrist strap didn't work and he was hoping the Doctor's idea of a fun trip was somewhere with a bar or a strip joint. Nope, apparently the Doctor liked danger which, okay, sure. That was fun.

But dangerous quarantine that could kill him? Eh, not the good kind of danger. The bad kind. The deadly horrible kind.

It was a wonderful moment when they were finally heading back to the TARDIS. Two hours of standing around a dying planet with people keeling over every five minutes while the Doctor found a cure. Which was impressive, really, if you were into that kind of thing. Personally John would of charged for the cure but oh well, couldn't complain.

They were leaving, that was the important part. "That was a waste of time. I mean really, people enjoy this? Travelling with you. Cause I can't see why. First Daleks, now disease."

"Oh, it's great fun. Stick with me, John, on a good day I can have us meet Cybermen too." The Doctor entered the TARDIS, heading for the console and getting them started. It had been a good day, for his standards, really. Few had died and he'd triumphed in the end. It made him feel good, better than he had in a while. More optimistic.

Sure, John had been complaining a lot, but he'd helped and he'd even seen him smile when they had finally figured it out, when they had gotten to save people. It was a thrill and the Doctor was sure that even if it differed quite a lot from the thrills John was used to, he was enjoying it anyway. "Not as bad as all that, was it?"

John only smiled with relief cause he wanted to leave, it hadn't really been a fun experience for him. The Doctor got to save the day while some weird squishy alien thing had had a coughing fit all over him, it was revolting. Black gooey stuff in his face. He'd managed to clean it all off but it wasn't fun, it'd gotten in his eyes and mouth. Gross.

Once John was inside, he lazily hung over the edge of the rails, watching the Doctor with a slightly amused smile before the Doctor was happy. Clearly he loved this whole saving the day thing, gave him some kind of high. John had to admire that.

"So what are we doing now? Are you going to drop me off or what?" John asked, more curious than anything. He sniffed slightly, head turned to the side as he felt a strange twinge in his nose.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I reckon so." The Doctor spun a wheel and leaned against the console with one arm, considering John as if the answer was in him instead of his to make. In a way that was true though. John had done a good job the last few days, admirably so even. And he was a distraction, almost enough to stop him from thinking about the four knocks just around the corner. "We'll just have to figure out where, won't we?"

Maybe one last trip. How much could one last trip hurt? "Where would you want to go, John Hart?" Full name, because he was in that habit, and then, just because, one addition with a smile. "Captain?"

"Captain, eh? Aren't you a flatterer," John teased in return as he walked around the console, tickling his hand along the controls in a flirtatious manner but not pressing a thing. With a frown, he tried to form a place he wanted to be or an area he'd like to go but his head felt a little weird. Looking down at the controls, John pulled back a little with a look of disgust.

"Doctor, do you ever clean this thing? Not that I'm that pedantic but seriously," John complained, gesturing to the blood that was on the console... though it was fresh. Why was there fresh blood on the console? He looked up at the Doctor, clearly unaware that the blood was dripping from his nose. Well, not until a drop fell from him and onto the console again. With a frown, he raised his hand, wiping it away. "Huh. Well. Shit, nose bleed."

Those were always such a pain in the ass. "Sorry, this happens sometimes. Humans, we're not the best made products."

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"Of course I clean her!" The Doctor frowned and polished the console a bit with his sleeve right then, only then looking at John. Nosebleed? Sure, he knew enough about humans to not exactly freak out about that, but they had just left a quarantine zone... He quickly closed the distance between them with a few strides and stopped next to John, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him, just in case. "Put your head back, before you drip all over yourself. How are you feeling, John?"

Since the Doctor was tall enough to check his eyes even while John leaned his head back he did as much, instantly tightening his grip on his shoulder. Uh-oh. Better not to alarm him, he could still be wrong.

"Come with me, I'll give you an ice pack."

"You know you're the Doctor and all but you really shouldn't tell a bloke to tilt his head back after a nose bleed," John remarked, he only did it because he didn't want to bleed all over his coat. He gave it a moment before leaning forward, his blood dripping into his head. He didn't really look at it, he couldn't really at the angle he was at ... but his blood had a strange darkish twinge to it. Like someone had spilt into his blood.

With a shrug, John kept his hand in front of his nose and nodded, gesturing for the Doctor to lead his way. "I'd do better with some kind of tissue. I mean I don't think it's been hit so what good is an ice pack?"

As John walked, his head suddenly went strange and he had to reach out to grab the rail as everything suddenly became blurry. "Doctor? The fuck is happening?" Then, hunched, John gripped his head as it suddenly began to feel like his head was somehow imploding. Oh shit, this better not be what he thought it was. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"I know that." And he did, but it was damn difficult to look someone in the eyes when they were shorter than him and leaning forward, especially since he had meant to be inconspicuous about it. John panicking wouldn't do them any good whatsoever after all. He had been leaning the way, but then John almost fell over and the Doctor was by his side instantly, having expected something like that. He tried to keep him upright, one arm sliding around him as he coaxed him forward. They had to get to the med bay if he had any hope of treating John right. And fast.

"It's alright, John. You'll be alright." At least he sounded calm. "I'm just going to go to the med bay with you, run some test and you'll be right as rain. Can you walk?" He better, because the Doctor doubted his ability to carry him very far. "Trust me, alright? I'm the Doctor." It had to be the same virus, but it had to have mutated. He hadn't thought it could do that this fast. He had to get working on developing a cure right away.

"You fucking bastard! This is your fault," John growled because he wasn't used to dealing with problems with fear, he usually just got angry. He couldn't blame the Doctor, it wasn't his fault completely and he was trying to help. John wiped the blood from his nose and closed his eyes for a few moments, gripping onto the Doctor so he could walk a little quicker. What the hell was this? Why did -- oh shit, that bloody thing that coughed on him.

John pulled a face, looking at the Doctor and trying to read what he thought because if the Doctor looked grim, it was likely he was fucked. "Cure, you got a cure! Right? Use it! Fuck, I-I can't die because of this," John sneered as he tired to focus his eyes, stumbling when he missed his step and nearly sinking down because it was really hard to focus right now. "Could you just stop the TARDIS for a moment, it's making me dizzy."

"I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry." The Doctor pulled him along, steadying him to the best of his ability as they walked across the console room. He swallowed, nodding despite it not being quite true. "Cure. Yes. You'll be fine, I tell you. Come on. You have to pull yourself together. John Hart isn't going to die from one tiny little virus, you're better than that." He managed to walk them into the corridor, heading down toward the med bay door.

"You shouldn't feel the TARDIS' movements much here. All stabilized. Look, John, remember the people we just saw, alright? The important thing is that you don't fall asleep. Don't you dare fall asleep on me, because you've seen them. You know they don't wake up and I'm not going to let this happen to you, you hear me? I'm not."

"Nah, nah, I'm not going to die of this poxy little thing," John dismissed even if his words were lacking conviction and getting somewhat slurred. It wasn't intentional but his jaw felt all funny. So did his chest. It tingled and burnt unpleasantly. His mind went back to that one bloke... or bird, he couldn't really tell genders well. All he remembered was that at one point, he was ninety percent certain then vomited up a lung. Or just a chunk of internal flesh or something. The thought made his stomach churn as he clutched the Doctor, trying to navigate a little better.

Falling asleep, that was his main thing to avoid. He just had to stay away, easy enough. As they came to the med bay, John steadied himself on the wall and leaned forward, coughing heavily as whatever was clogging up his chest fought to come out. Oh yeah, this hurt like a bitch. "I won't fall asleep. Scouts honour. And you can believe that, I really was a scout. Well, a Galaxy Scout," John admitted, looking at the Doctor with an awkward smile. His skin had become very pale now, sweat coming off him at an alarm rate in an attempt to fight off whatever was in him. "One thing I didn't get kicked out of."

That smile was strangely adorable and that really wasn't helping matters. Or maybe it was. The Doctor was always at his best when he cared and he did care, so damn much. About everyone and perhaps about some just a little bit more. Like John, unstable and crazy as he was, but capable of such bravery, so clever with his schemes. He hugged him for a few seconds before pulling away to start scanning the man, working away on a monitor.

"Of course they didn't kick you out. I bet you are just great at tying knots, aren't you?" There, what better way was there to keep John's mind awake than being just a little flirtatious. He thought he knew him well enough to call that. "I'll have to take some blood, John. You're not scared of needles, are you?"

Did -- Did the Doctor just hug him? That was a weird moment. He didn't get many hugs. Oh shit, was that a sign that he was going to actually die? People never hugged him. Fucked him, kissed him, hit him, sure. Everything else was always a little odd to him. Giving the Doctor a look before he hauled himself up onto the nearest surface, just so he could lie down and stop the spinning.

"I got a badge in it," John remarked as he ran his fingers through his hair. Hastily pulling off his jacket, he tossed into onto the floor, desperately needing to be a little cooler because it was harder and harder to breath the hotter it got. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head and held out his arm. "I'm an addict, you prick. Have a think about it? Course I'm not. Just do it! You've got hours, not days."

He'd seen the progression of this disease, he knew how long he had.

"I know that!" And the Doctor was already beside him, taking some blood into a syringe and then immediately heading the few steps to the med lab the room featured. He put on his glasses, dividing the blood into several probes and getting started on some tests. "I need to isolate the mutated virus so I can modify the cure. I can probably work with it as a base, so it shouldn't be too difficult... If not..." He trailed off there, thinking it better to spend his time with sending a short message to Jack.

"So, what are you addicted to, John? Keep talking to me, alright? Anything you want to."

"Erh, well, I used to have a thing for those bliss patches. Some heroin, Jekkarta, Warlock, LSD -- er, fuck, I can't even," John couldn't think, the ideas were there but he was losing the thoughts. Lurching forward, John coughed hard and harsh, a fit of them racking his body as blood dribble out of his mouth. This was worse for him, way worse than it was for all those people on the planet. They didn't see what happened ahead of time, John had. Organs liquidated, blood leaking out. It was revolting and he knew it was coming.

"I can't think," Wheezing hard, he cleared his throat, slumping back and covering his hand over his eyes because the light was starting to hurt. Light sensitivity was the worst one, too hard to keep the eyes open. And with them closed, it made it so much easier to nod off to sleep. "Turn the light off or dim it. Do something before I have to close my eyes."

Slumping back, he sniffed hard to try and clear his nose, hands tugging idly at his shirt to remove it. Keep talking? How did he talk if he couldn't think? What didn't require thought to talk about? "I don't know what to say. I think Jack would be astounded. Me, not knowing what to say."

The Doctor nodded, immediately stepping over to the nearest control panel to dim the light. Not turning it off completely, he had science to do here. Jack. Of course John would think of Jack now. The Doctor pushed his glasses up so he could bend over and look through a microscope. "Jack, yeah. Well, I think he'd be rather astounded by a lot of things going on with you recently, don't you think? Defeating the Daleks. Playing Doctor. He probably wouldn't even believe it if we told him."

That said he started a machine, standing up to send another message to Jack. He looked at John, making sure he was still awake. "He does like you, you know? All those years he's lived and he still feels for you like that." He looked to the side, picking up a syringe and using it to extract some of the liquid he'd just created. "Stretch your arm out, John. This should at least stabilize your condition for now. Make it a bit more bearable again. I'm developing a cure, don't worry."

"Why'd we have to tell him? He'd make a big deal out of it in a smug annoying way," the reason why the Doctor was easy to be with was that he didn't act like John was a child learning to look both ways when crossing the road whenever he did the right thing. It got under his skin, the way Jack was with him, and it made him want to do worse and worse. The Doctor didn't overly draw attention, he just let him do it. It was nicer, easier to deal with. And besides, it was fun taking the piss out of the Doctor and beating a Dalek all in one go.

Even if John liked him, he always overcomplicated his life. In a horrible sexy way. "He doesn't feel for me. I'm nostalgia. I'm an old reminder of his past, a bad influence. He can go fuck himself," John said drowsily as he stretched his arm out further. His eyes were starting to ache but he stubbornly kept them open, ignoring the horrible mucusy gunk building up in his chest, causing him to cough violent. "I don't change, remember? I relapse. It's not worth making of note of, Doc. Don't get your hopes up."

He wasn't about to change after a few good deeds.

"Maybe you don't change then. But if that's the case, then I reckon you must have been pretty brilliant to begin with." The Doctor injected the shot, rubbing John's arm and monitoring him carefully. Alright, his heart rate was stabilizing, his pupils already less dilated. If this was working then maybe the cure he was working on would work as well. Here was hoping. He held John's hand in his as he kept feeling his pulse, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure the machine was still doing its work.

"When I first met Jack, way back when, I didn't take to him so much. I might have been a bit jealous. Ro... My travel companion at the time. She really took to him. He could be so many things I couldn't, especially at the time." The Doctor shrugged, breathing out in relief. John was looking quite a bit better. Good, he'd bought them some time. "Well. At least not as freely as him, anyway."

"We talked about that, remember? Chess set attack, expelled, all that jazz. Never been brilliant, just been me. And I don't like all this touchy bullshit so knock it off," John insisted, he didn't want to die listening to the Doctor compliment him. His skin cooled a little and John closed his eyes, exhaling slowly because it definitely hurt, it all hurt. And he couldn't bring himself to move. If he could have, he would have slept right then and there. But instead, he forced himself to open his eyes and focus forward.

"He makes everyone jealous, that's his job in life," John turned his head to the Doctor, his chest hurting horrible with every breath. Just because he had more time, didn't mean he was enjoying what time he had. This thing was horrendous. Inside, he felt this horrible nagging feeling that any minute now he was either going to pass out or vomit. And neither were ideal. "You should have taken Jack on this adventure. He would of bounced back in seconds. Us humans, so moral, we're quick to be sick."

"Jack's better off without me." And there was all that guilt again. Of course it would kick in now, definitely the right moment. Right on his way to killing someone. It was his fault and that just made the Doctor even more determined to save him. He did let go of his hand now that he was sure that John was no longer dying. Well. Not right away, at least. Instead he headed back to check on the progress of the science. "And I don't see much reason to be jealous of him anymore now."

He turned around to watch John, both hands on the counter behind him. "Tell me if you feel any change, alright? I... This is going to take a while longer. I'm evolving the cure, making sure it works against the mutated form of the virus. Remember, no falling asleep."

"Yeah, well, ditto. I guess. I don't think he's overly happy when he's with me. So the way I see it is that I shouldn't be around him until he actually wants me to be there. I don't really care for just dealing with anger and resentment. Doesn't turn me on like it used to," John confessed as he slid down, eyes closing unintentionally. It was a lot of effort to pull them open again because all his body wanted to do is recover and rest. And he couldn't do that. "The one thing I can say is that I've never really been jealous of Jack. Not really."

No, he just wanted him, he never wanted to be him. There was nothing from Jack that John wanted as a trait or a part of him. He just wanted Jack as he was and with him. Which he was very aware was a dumb and useless fantasy. "Okay, I'll say. I feel the same right now, just pain. Lots of pain. And I really want to sleep. Fuck, I'd kill to sleep."

Exhaling, he threw one arm over his eyes to cover them from the light. "My eyes are getting worse, you know? Just like that one guy. You know? The first one we saw snuff it. What an ugly way to go."

"Yeah, well. The jealousy passed very quickly for me too. For different reasons, probably." With him it had less to do with him wanting Jack than Jack wanting him. Oh, and - moreover - Rose wanting him, he supposed. But that was all so long ago that it barely seemed real anymore. A lot had changed.

"You have to stay awake, John, you know that. I know how stubborn you are, so don't you dare fall asleep." The Doctor looked at him, swallowing before turning away to look through the microscope again. "That guy had been sick for a while. That won't happen to you. I'm hurrying. I already know what to do, I just have to make this work right for your body. By the 51st century your biological make-up is quite evolved. Good thing generally, not so much in this situation. But I can do it. Just stay with me."

"I'm not falling asleep! I'm awake, for fuck sake. Stop nagging me," John complained, waving his hand in dismissal as he tried to get the Doctor to knock that off. He wasn't stupid, he knew how to keep himself away. Though usually he did that through partying and drinking non-stop. Hey, if it worked, it worked. And there people were, trying to sober him up.

"If I vomit out my organs and die here, I'm haunting you. Are ghosts real? Like real real not like echoes? I've never really thought much on it but if they were, I very much want to be here to haunt you," John insisted, even if he didn't really blame the Doctor for it, he figured the TARDIS would be fun place to spend his afterlife. New place, lots of rooms and hell, a guy like this had to have a stash of illegal weapons or booze or something. No one was that good in life, especially not someone who seemed so off. "Or maybe the Torchwood hub. It'd be like being trapped eternally in an elaborate well plotted porno."

"Keep your organs down, John, I don't plan on letting you die." The Doctor had just the hint of a wry smile on his lips as he started another machine and then turned to watch his patient, just to keep an eye on him. "And I'm afraid I've never come across ghosts that were anything other than echoes, aliens, anything like that. But I'd be sure to drop you off at Torchwood just in case. Wouldn't want your ghost to get bored." He arched an eyebrow. "Well plotted porno, eh? And people wonder why I don't go in there."

Although obviously that wasn't the reason, but if he hadn't had any other, that would have sufficed easily. Jack's flirting he could deal with. Apparently he could even take John's manner. But so many horny humans at once? He'd rather not.

"Well, I say well plotted. It's mostly just some welsh people getting upset over their loved ones and then a lot of will they, won't they bollocks. Also you can never quite tell what sexuality any of them are meant to be. Not sure if that's Jack's influence or not," John mused for the sake of keeping himself awake, even if his brain was basically telling him he should just shut down and go to sleep. "The porn doesn't kick in until one of them is very angry or very sad. It's fun to say the least."

Tilting his head to the side, he moved his arm so he could look over at the Doctor with a raise of his eyebrow. "Why don't you go there? I thought you and Jack got on pretty well."

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Doctor and John take a super fun trip ... to a quarantine

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