A/N: dark Doctor in this chapter, I tried to make it as least graphic as possible, sorry if anyone is disturbed.

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As soon as he entered the Tardis the Doctor went from sad to mad in the blink of an eye. Gone were the tears, overpowered by a desire to lash out and strike someone. He pulled down on the levers so hard that they cracked and splintered and the old time ship let out a groan of pain. Her thief had always treated her nicely before, what could possibly make him so angry that he would hurt her in this way? He stormed out of the console room and down the corridor whilst she was still preparing to land, kicking things over and punching the walls as he went. He went past Jack's old room from when he had first travelled on the Tardis and instead went into the bedroom the Tardis had made for him after the year that never was.

A photograph of Ianto lay on the pillow and he threw it on the floor; as it smashed he wished that he could do the same to the real person. Damn that fucking welsh bastard, if he hadn't been in love with Jack the immortal man would have stayed with him after the year that never was and then Rose would have wanted to travel with him again! The Doctor stomped on and felt the Tardis tremble around him slightly in fear, ooh, control and power felt excellent! He should try this more often! He remembered that at some point in his rage he had landed the Tardis on the plass and he went back to the control room, still knocking over anything that wasn't bolted down. He hacked into torchwood's CCTV and saw only Mickey the idiot in the tourist office and his anger sky rocketed so much that he marched out of the Tardis, not even stopping to grab his coat as he slammed the door open to try and make as much noise as possible.

The time lord stalked across the plass until he got to the fake tourist information centre, "Oh God, not you again," Mickey said when he looked up from the computer screen and saw who it was, "what's the matter? Haven't you insulted everyone yet?" which only added fuel to the fire.

"Fuck off; I need to talk to Jack now!"

"Whoa, hold on space boy. Firstly, I am a human being with rights so talk to me in a civilised manner. Secondly, if you think you are speaking to any of us after your last performance then think again. Next time you regenerate make sure to check that you have a brain in your new body."

"I don't have time to talk to imbecilic blockheads! I need to talk to Jack!"

"What for this time? Last I heard he was 'wrong', an 'abomination' and a 'freak'."

"Look if you don't let me speak to Jack Rose will leave on the stupid fucking cruise and I'll have lost her for good!" the Doctor made to step towards the hidden entrance to the hub but Mickey got there first and stood unbendingly in front of him.

"You're not getting in there Doctor; you've already upset both Jack and Ianto enough and Rose will never come back to you so there's no point."

"I said let me into the hub, damnit!" the elder snarled, attempting to push past him but the torchwood techie stood his ground.

"I told you Doctor, no, I won't." and he folded his arms just to prove his point/ the Doctor let out a noise that was something akin to a growl and his fist flew out and stuck the man squarely on his temple, causing him to topple over and hit his head on the corner of the desk.

"Leave Mickey alone, he hasn't done anything to you what so ever!" Jack appeared from seemingly nowhere and shoved the Doctor away from his friend in spite of the fact that he was still weakened by his time in the ground and the blood loss from the weevil bite that had only just healed.

The time lord's head snapped up to stare at the immortal man, thoughts racing through his head. Wrong, so wrong, such a freak, shouldn't exist, only one in the universe, abomination, so wrong that, that he had to touch, had to touch, so wrong that, that he just had to study it. Without realising what he was doing, he sprang forward and pinned Jack to the floor, hastily undoing the buttons on his shirt as he did so.

He licked a stripe on the soft skin of his cheek and shivered at the arousal he felt, so he did it again. His hands had turned into claws and ripped the blue material of his over shirt apart only to encounter the white t-shirt that Jack wore underneath and he gave a small howl of longing and started to tip apart that shirt too. Jack's hands gave him scratches up his arms but they were easy to ignore, as were the boots that attempted to kick him off and the angry and desperate shouts from Mickey. The Doctor ducked his head and pined the immortal's cheek to the floor in order to examine his neck and he gave a low growl as he thought of what he could do to a canvas that would go back to being blank as many times as he desired. His teeth grazed the skin until he found just the right spot to make his mark and bit down, making sure to draw out tiny drops of blood that he licked off with the very tip of his tongue; the metallic taste of which he wanted to savour forever.

So engrossed in the writhing man beneath him, the Doctor failed to notice the door to the tourist office bursting open and a very angry trio of welsh people and the new torchwood medic running in. arms made strong from years of rugby playing circled his waist and pulled him up onto his feet. He howled and snapped and snarled at being taken away from Jack and watched in dismay as Ianto helped the immortal man sit up and pull him close as he struggled not to cry at the torture he had just endured. Now that was certainly on experience that the Doctor wanted to repeat very soon.