Open to: Jack/Nine
Jack shook his head, he hadn't seen Becker. Not yet, he saw him fighting, right in the heart of it in fact. Where else would he be? But since then, no. No sign, and it was killing him. But he needed to make sure that Martha was okay first. She needed to be okay. There was no choice. "I'll find Becker, I've seen Sir Broody and the Doctor, last I saw all alive, so don't think about that. There are people hurt. People out there still so hurt, and you need to be Doctor Jones now. They need that from you. When this is all done, you and me, we can find a way to get our people out, to get everyone out. But not this second okay?"
He kissed her on the forhead and pulled her into a tight hug. He needed her to be okay, he would need her, and he knew she would need him. For a few moments they'd cry, they'd mourn. It would hurt. But when that was done. They'd need to be the people the Doctor had made them.
They'd need to keep up the fight. Do whatever it took. All of it.
"We'll get them back Martha. I promise you, okay? We'll get them back"