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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."

"Sounds like it would make for great television, at least." Humans, huh? How he loved them, how they puzzled him. The Doctor filled a glass with water and put some pills into it before carrying it over to John. "Here, drink this." Keeping him stable was the priority until he could finalize the cure. He looked at him from up close again, concerned but relieved that at least he still didn't appear to be getting worse. Seemed as if he could call himself the Doctor for a while longer still. Good, he hated making empty promises.

"Me and Jack... Reckon we do, for the most part. But it's Torchwood. I have a history with them. In a way I suppose I am their history. And historically I very often don't approve of their methods."

John didn't even ask what it was, he just knocked it back with the water because hell, like anything could poison him at this point. He was dying, anything would help. He coughed harshly once more, blood still finding it's way out but hey, at least he wasn't getting worse. And the nosebleed had stopped for the most part, now it was just raw and burning inside. Oh yeah, definitely a dying sensation. What a bitch. "I'm good as long as it doesn't get worse, right? So we just have to turn it back, not make it go forward. Easy. We can do that."

And by we, he meant the Doctor. But hey, make a team effort. Then when he fucked up, they could pretend to share the blame and when he got it right, John could feel like he helped. "They're boring twats, if that's what you mean. I mean a sexy bunch, don't get me wrong. Especially that one -- Tosh, I think? God. The legs on that one. Eye Candy isn't too bad himself, actually. The whole smouldering pissed off thing does it for me."

Oh yeah, he'd so go for an orgy with that lot in seconds. Seemed like a fun night. "Their methods are dull and largely ineffective but they're trying."

"Yeah. We can do that." There was a fondness in his voice that he couldn't quite deny and the he probably should have avoided, but how could he have helped it? He loved people, always had. The Doctor got up and headed back over, checking on the machines and having a look at the readings the cure was giving him. Not ready. Definitely not ready yet.

"Eye Candy is Ianto, right?" He was trying to keep things straight. Well. Get all the facts, at least, apparently nothing much was straight about this. "They are too quick to kill. They use weapons. Alien technology. Whole bunch of things that I don't condone." The Doctor smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Which I'm aware is all boring for you, but I think you'll have found that there's nothing more exciting than facing down an army of Daleks with no weapon whatsoever."

"Ianto Jones, well dressed and love sick," John remarked with a cocky smile on his face, recalling Ianto with a level of fondness because he had enjoyed meeting him, even if he didn't like John even slightly and clearly was killing any chance that he'd ever get Jack back. Not that he ever had Jack in the first place, not really. He'd tried, he'd failed. Oh well. At least he got laid a lot.

"You think they kill too much? Oh please, they try to save everyone. Like you, actually. Obsessed with doing the right thing. Tedious, that is, you can't save everyone," Though hopefully he could be saved. And not in a metaphorical 'became good' way but in a not dying kind of style. "It wasn't exciting, I just did it cause I had to. Didn't have much choice."

John was silently for a moment because the way his arm was over his eyes provided a lovely kind of dark and in that foolish second, he very nearly let himself embrace the nice darkness and sink into sleep. Luckily, John caught himself before he did, blinking his eyes several times before removing his arm. "Are you done yet?"

"No. It's not that easy. I'm not going to bore you with the science of it." The Doctor sighed and studied another sample through the microscope for several seconds before pulling away and rubbing the back of his head. "Tell me, how many people are looking for you in your own century? I mean, I can use the TARDIS to just break in and out of a hospital... I should probably do that anyway, I really don't want to risk this thing spreading."

As he thought out loud he walked closer to John, noticing how sleepy he appeared. Damn it, this was not good, not good at all. "Er. What keeps you awake? We can't risk caffeine... I don't know, sexual fantasies? Anything, come on."

"How many? Er, lost count. A lot? I mean a lot too, not just a few. I'm sort of wanted in most galaxies for robberies, assassinations, murders, I like to make it different every time. The bounty on my head is pretty impressive, actually," What? Why not brag? He felt proud that he was worth something at least. Even if it was money to kill him off. It was the first time in life he actually felt valued, when he saw the money his head could get someone.

"Very few drugs have alerting properties, caffeine never worked on me and sex just makes me think of lying on a bed... not a good train of thought," Closing his eyes again he stretched out and exhaled slowly. What could he do to keep awake and not hurt his eyes with the light? "Got a shot of anything that can work? Keep my brain awake?"

"Good for you. Breaking into a hospital it is, if necessary. But that would mean leaving you alone." The Doctor groaned in frustration, but then his eyes lit up. "Can't really risk any drugs with you right now, John, but..." He closed the distance between them and knelt down next to him, pulling out the sonic screwdriver and using it on the man's vortex manipulator. "Ta-da!" Definitely a ta-da moment. He pulled away and watched him in anticipation. "I've wired it to watch your vitals. It should give you an electric shock every time you're about to pass out."

"What? I'm sorry, how is that helpful at all?" John asked with a pout because honestly, he didn't really fancy the idea of being shocked every time he got tired. Huffing in annoyance, he looked down at his strap where his vitals were displayed then gave the Doctor a small confused look because the Doctor was meant to be working on saving him and his vitals looked like shit. These were the vitals of a dead man. "Shit... I'm really bad, aren't I?"

"Well, it's going to be painful, but it will keep you awake." The way John looked at him tugged on his hearts in the worst way and he swallowed, although he met his gaze steadily. "Yeah. Yeah, you are. But it's gonna be alright. I only need maybe another..." He looked back to the machine, walking toward it again and taking yet another look through the microscope. Damn. "It won't be much longer. Promise." He had no idea.

"Don't make promises if you can't keep them. That's why I never make a promise to Jack," John pointed out becuse he wasn't entirely sure the Doctor was going to save him. Sure the nose bleed had stopped but he could still taste copper, the light still hurt and clearly he was not doing too good. "Go, work, don't stand here talking to me. It's fine, I can't fall asleep, can I?" No, he just had to sit here and keep himself awake and not dead.

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