Of course he would. Jack would take care of him, wouldn't let him down. He never did, that was part of who Jack was. Part of why the Doctor counted on him.
"I love you," he said, because if there was a better time for last confessions, the Doctor couldn't think of it.
He might change completely. He might be non-human or unrecognizably daft in comparison to who he was now. Some terribly selfish buzz in the back of his mind told him that he might not have a mole on his back or like his tea with milk or...
"What's it waiting for?" he found himself saying. The energy clung to him, but it didn't shift, it didn't take over his cells. He didn't feel like he was dying; there was no pain. But the energy hung there, as if asking for approval.
"Something's wrong, Jack," the Doctor said. "This isn't how it should be. I'm not a Time Lady, I don't get a say about whether or not I regenerate."
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"I love you," he said, because if there was a better time for last confessions, the Doctor couldn't think of it.
He might change completely. He might be non-human or unrecognizably daft in comparison to who he was now. Some terribly selfish buzz in the back of his mind told him that he might not have a mole on his back or like his tea with milk or...
"What's it waiting for?" he found himself saying. The energy clung to him, but it didn't shift, it didn't take over his cells. He didn't feel like he was dying; there was no pain. But the energy hung there, as if asking for approval.
"Something's wrong, Jack," the Doctor said. "This isn't how it should be. I'm not a Time Lady, I don't get a say about whether or not I regenerate."