This is my first fan fic so I hope its okay.

Jack gasped deeply to the pain in his chest; it was long lasting and very uncomfortable. He slightly winced at the pain as it started to decrease; inhaling now, he glanced around him. He couldn't quite remember where he was, Jack hated this. The answer was scratching the surface of his mind but he still yet couldn't remember where he was.

But something was reaching the surface, focusing on that thought he tried harder, trying to make the memory visible for him to see. He cursed at how much his head was hurting, just typical. 'You could never get one thing without the other' he coldly muttered. Trying his hardest to ignore the pain he focused even harder on retrieving his lost memory.

The pain was starting to pay off when the memory slowly began to flash through his eyes. His eyebrow slowly rose at the image; it was blurry and difficult to make out. Now only focusing on that one image he tried harder to make it clearer.

Random colours flashed in his eyes, quickly followed with unrecognizable noises. They meant nothing to him so he tried harder. His ears could faintly make out the sound of short loud noises, one rapidly followed by another. The noise pierced his mind, screaming at him as if he should know what it was.

The sound soon wasn't the only thing he could notice, it was soon accompanied by small white flashes, directly beneath him. The flashes slightly blinded him for a moment, gaining back his sight a new sound filled his eardrums, it was his voice.

It wasn't clear to what he was saying but by the level of his voice it sounded urgent. His voice was quickly spoken and forgotten when a new colour appeared in the vision. A blue glowing light hovered before him, it was surrounded in a gold object and yet it looked like it was heading towards him.

Another blue light soon emerged from behind it, followed by another one, all turning to face him. Jack wasn't quite sure to what they were but his vision of him backing away from them showed he didn't want to go near them.

The noise and flash left the vision for a moment, the vision turned down towards what looked like his hands. A black object was formed in between them, quickly studying the object Jack soon realised he had been holding a gun. That now explained the noise and flashing, it was him firing the bullets.

Still looking at the vision he watched himself as he discarded the gun, soon retrieving the one in his holster. The memory turned back onto the blue lights he was running away from, he watched as the blue lights morphed slowly into eyes, with the gold turning into a metal case, he was running away from Daleks. With the vision still operating he noted that the noise and flashing of him firing the bullets had returned.

Within a matter of seconds the daleks had drew closer and he still hasn't yet hit one of the three daleks in the eye with a bullet. He heard himself lightly growl at the sound of the gun empty, soon followed by him discarding the worthless gun beside the other one from earlier on.

Jack watched himself as he helplessly turned to face the three daleks, all three of them staring at him with no emotion. They stayed still for a couple of seconds, seconds Jack found too short. Not to Jack's surprise he watched helplessly at them before the middle one screeched the words Jack cursed. It wasn't hard for him to guess what would happen next, it even wasn't a surprise for him to hear him saying 'I kind of figured that' that was when his world went black...

Jack roughly scratched the back of his scalp, confused to how he was still alive. He had just witnessed his memory showing what he had faced but he was confused to how he even managed to see it. He knew he should be dead, not that he wasn't grateful but he knew him being alive wasn't suppose to happen.

Then again, who said he shouldn't be alive; surely there should be a reason for this sudden change of death but who gives that right that he should be dead? Grunting at the fact that he couldn't come up with a good suggestion he glanced around him, the first thing he noticed was that the daleks had disappeared. The second thing he noticed was there was now a pile of dust on the ground where the daleks were last stood.

Concerned by what it was he slowly began to get back on his two feet followed by a couple grunts from his mouth. Whatever he had just been through, it had definitely affected his strength and balance. Not letting that stop him he firmly clutched his legs soon forcing himself up. Falling forwards by his feet that weren't ready he quickly took hold of the wall and pushed him further, not caring that he wasn't able to walk in straight lines.

Slightly sighing he glanced down and noticed that there were not one but three piles of dust, exactly on the spot the Daleks were last. Confused to where the Daleks had gone he bent down and grabbed a handful of it, watching as the small particles fall down into the heap on the floor he grunted, it just didn't make sense. His head rose to the sound of the Tardis, lightly gasping Jack allowed the rest of dust to fall before stammering back onto his feet and racing towards the noise.

His heart pounded, he couldn't allow the Doctor to leave, and he was the only one who could explain this. Tripping through the door he cursed at the sight of the Tardis evading away.

"Bloody Doctor" he spat.

Glancing down he soon registered his sudden outburst on the Doctor. Jack knew it was bad of him to say that, but he couldn't fight the fact that he did slightly enjoy the sudden feeling of him cursing the Doctor. It was something he never did before, but he was intending to do more of it in the future.

After all he couldn't help himself but blame the Doctor, he did after all leave him here in this empty probably Dalek infected place.

Glancing around he noticed that the delta wave still hadn't been triggered; slightly smirking he slowly walked up to it. Finding that it was completed his smile grew. Glancing around the area he thought for a moment.

Satellite five may be the place the Doctor saved by Daleks and total construction but that doesn't mean the delta wave shouldn't go to waste. The plus side to his idea was satellite 5 probably would never be used or seen again, so why make such good equipment like the delta wave go to waste.

Bending down onto his knees he carefully began to run his fingers over the equipment, taking in all the wires, bolts and plugs. Slightly sighing he soon began to rearrange the equipment; he wasn't a time agent for nothing.

A satisfied grin emerged on his lips while he placed the wire into the last slot. Jack wiped his hands against his black vest while he stood up. Satisfied with his work he then open up his vortex manipulator, slightly praying that it wasn't damaged by his extermination. Finding that the damage wasn't too saver he swiftly pressed some of the buttons before turning to the delta wave.

Carefully installing his vortex manipulator to the delta wave he began the installation of the countdown. Impatiently tapping his feet at how long it was taking he grunted again.

"Hurry up and download you worthless piece of crap" Jack snapped.

He raised his eyebrow at his harsh words only this time aimed at his vortex manipulator. He had never known a moment in his life when he had criticised it in a bad way. But, he still did enjoy the feeling again, the feeling of blaming something made his life a lot easier.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his manipulator signalling its completion. Jack sighed in relief, any longer and he would have died of boredom.

Glancing back down towards his manipulator he tried to set the coordinates for planet Earth, mostly aiming for the 21st century Cardiff. Jack knew that's where the Doctor would mostly be.

He swore at how fuzzed his vortex manipulator was, wincing at the noises escaping he found it difficult to coordinate. His breath hitched at the small sudden bang escape from the manipulator, so tempted to break it he continued to make the coordinates.

With his manipulator locked on his coordinates he reached forwards and carefully placed his hands on the trigger of the delta wave. His fingers gently stoking the material. Once the trigger was pushed he had precisely 20 seconds to teleport to earth in the 21st century. And of course he even managed to install the data of satellite 5 onto his manipulator, to see if his plan would succeed. With a grin tugged on his lips he took a deep breath and pressed down against the leaver, pushing it down with a thud.

With the delta wave starting to react Jack reached down, pressing down a button and teleporting him out of the room without a second glance.

-J T C-

Jack let out a cry at the contact of his face on concrete; glancing around him he raised an eyebrow. This wasn't 21st century Cardiff; this looked more like the 20th century. Jack cursed; his vortex manipulator sent him a century earlier than planned. That bloody Dalek had messed up his manipulator.

Rubbing his cheek he soon remembered why he wanted to be in Cardiff in the first place. Opening up his manipulator and ignoring the hissing noises it snapped at him he looked for the data from satellite 5.

Chuckling at the data on his screen he evilly grinned at his triumph. He didn't know what he would call himself, but he is certainly sure the word Evil would definitely be used.