Jack slammed his fist angrily into the wall of his office. He had found Mickey's information but that didn't matter, when he should not have had to look in the first place. It was due to Mickey's incompetence that he had lost the man in the first place. The longer the man with the skeletal hands was out there the longer that earth would be in danger. Jack grabbed the filing cabinet and tipped it over. Papers spilled out across the floor and he kicked them out of his way as he stormed towards the desk. He needed to protect the Doctor as well and now rather then returning to the Doctor's side, he was going to have to go after the man himself. Using his arm, he swept it across his desk causing more paper work and pictures to go flying.
His eyes focused on a picture of Gwen and him. It had been taken at her wedding and she looked happy in the picture. He was going to miss Gwen and all the support she had given him over the years but sacrifices sometimes had to be made to save many. Alice had never forgiven him for using Stephen to stop the aliens. Hell he had never forgiven himself. Time and time again people he knew and loved had died because aliens couldn't leave earth alone. He wasn't going to let that happen again. He was going to stop them this time. Jack returned to the autopsy room to finish what he began. The voice was louder this time, screaming at him not to do it. He had to though.
*Killing Gwen isn't the way,* the voice screamed at him. He opened the door and walked slowly to the table where she still laid. Her chest was rising and falling slowly from the deep sleep the sedative had placed her in. He drew up a second dose, stronger this time. Injected into her vein she would continue to sleep as her heart failed. He didn't want her to suffer any more then she all ready was. He caressed her hair back from her forehead. She looked peaceful in her sleep. Taking her arm he found a vein and carefully pushed the needle in.
*Stop it* the voice cried out. He paused with his finger on the syringe, ready to give her the fatal dose. He looked at her again. Sleeping she wasn't filling him with anger. He almost felt sorry for what the aliens were making him do. If earth hadn't been invaded again, he wouldn't have to kill her in order to save the planet. Gwen had been his friend. He kissed her softly on the head as he emptied the syringe into her arm. Over the next few minutes her breathing became softer and softer until finally her chest stopped moving all together. Jack picked up the scalpel and set to work.
He was carefuller with this autopsy then the last. Making sure that he examined all of the organs and looking for anything that could answer his question of what was causing everyone to act out. He knew the man had a part in it but there had to be a chemical, or parasite, or something that was causing it. He made sure to take samples of blood and tissue to test later as he again wasn't seeing a cause of the excessive hunger. He had to find one though. Finishing up, he set the blade down and wiped the blood off of his hands. He sewed her chest back up and covered her with the sheet again. Exiting the room he took the samples out with him.
He showered and then dressed before retrieving the two sets of samples he had. The Doctor wasn't doing anything but laying in bed lazily and Jack could set him to work analyzing the samples and hopefully they would finally get some answers. He was sick of not having answers. After the Doctor finished the analyse he was going to find the man causing the problems and he was going to kill him by himself if he had to. He put the samples in the SUV and then got behind the wheel. He sped around the people in traffic, swerving and cutting them off. As he stopped at a red light, one of the men got out of the car and pounded on his window. He opened the door and got out.
"I have kids in the car," the man screamed at him.
"Then maybe you should learn how to drive," Jack yelled back. The man threw the first punch, but Jack was quicker. He easily knocked the guy off of his feet and then kicked him hard in the stomach. The man wheezed as he tried to breathe and Jack kicked him again. The light turned green and horns blared at him as people leaned out of their windows swearing. He ignored them as he kicked the man in the head and the man fell limp. Jack brushed his coat off and climbed back into the SUV. Calmly he placed the SUV into drive and continued on his way to the TARDIS. He found it exactly where he had left it. He grabbed the samples and headed quickly inside. The TARDIS thrummed angrily at him as he entered and he kicked her coral. She blasted him with cold air.
"I am allowed in here now." He hissed at her. He placed his hand on the railing and then pulled back as she shocked him. "I have no idea what your problem is but you better knock it off before I dismantle you." He threatened. He headed to the medi-bay and then tried the door. It was locked.
"Open up," he screamed as he pounded on the door. When the door opened Mickey stood in his way. Behind him the Doctor was laying on the bed, his eyes wide in terror.
"You aren't coming in here unless you calm down Jack." Mickey crossed his arms ready to defend the Doctor in his weakened stated.
"I don't need in there. I need the Doctor to get off his lazy arse and analyze these samples." Jack snapped as he shoved the bag at Mickey.
"He is sick Jack. He can't leave the bed to analyze samples and Martha is sleeping and can't do it either. The samples are going to have to wait a little while." Mickey informed him, trying to keep his voice even.
"Don't make me go through you." Jack pushed Mickey and he rocked slightly but didn't move from defending the Doctor. The door slammed shut as the TARDIS closed it to keep the Doctor safe. Jack screamed and slammed his fist against the doors.
"Let me see the samples." The Doctor called out from the bed.
"You need to rest," Mickey advised him as he headed back to the Doctor's side.
"I am resting." He rolled his eyes and took the bag off of Mickey. He opened the bag and looked inside at the clearly labeled vials. He felt himself grow colder as he saw the names John Doe and Gwen Cooper. "Jack what did you do?" He whispered.