Jack quickly came to realize that the call from Torchwood 2 could have waited until he was back in the office tomorrow. All they wanted was to discuss the new budget for the upcoming quarter and find out if there were any problems that Torchwood 3 needed help with. Jack reassured them that he had everything under control and that he wouldn't need their assistance in Cardiff. As he spoke, the Doctor just sat there and listened as he leaned back in the chair. He had a piece of paper in his hands that he fidgeted with and his feet kept bouncing. Jack could tell he was bored but at the moment he didn't care. The Doctor had made them wait for the last two weeks, he could wait until Jack was off the phone to tell him why he was there. So Jack drew out the call as long as possible asking clarifying questions and sharing stories about their recent work. Finally, there was no more he could talk about forcing him to end the call. He turned to look at the Doctor folding his hands and resting his elbows on the desk as he did.

"I know you are here for my help but honestly, I am tempted to tell you no or to make you wait so long that you begin to wonder if I am ever going to help you," Jack informed the Doctor. The Doctor opened his mouth to reply but Jack continued before he could. "Your daughter asked me last night when you were coming home and I couldn't tell her. Thankfully, she isn't old enough to understand that you have a time machine and could have been there every single night if you really wanted to be. Instead, you choose to hurt that beautiful little girl and make her feel as if I am going to abandon her too because I took the day off to spend with her."

"I'm sorry," the Doctor managed to get out but Jack wasn't done.

"No, you're really not because we both know you are not going to change and you are just going to do this again. You are going to spend time with her and get her all excited that you are going to be a part of her life before disappearing again but I am not going to let you continue to hurt her. I swear to whatever is out there that if you make her cry again and make her wonder why her daddy doesn't want her, that it will be the last time you see her," Jack snapped angrily.

"She's my daughter," the Doctor hissed.

"She may be of your flesh but she isn't your daughter. You aren't the one who has been raising her for the last three years. You didn't help her take her first steps or listened to her first words. You also haven't taken care of her while she is sick, sitting up all night as you held her in her rocking chair just trying to help her sleep. You also aren't the one who held her last night comforting her as she cried. So don't insult me by calling yourself her father when I have been more of a father to her then you will ever be," Jack yelled angrily. He had been yelling the entire time so he wasn't surprised by the fact that there was a knock on the door to his office as one of his employees came to check on him. "Go away."

"Yes, sir," Ianto answered through the door. Jack took a deep calming breath as he turned his chair to reach into the cupboard beside his desk. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey as well as two glasses. He poured a couple of shots into each glass passing one of them to the Doctor. The Doctor took it from him, drinking the entire glass in one go.

"I want you to be a part of her life Doctor, I do. I just don't want to see her continued to be hurt because you don't know how to be there for her," Jack explained a little more calmly as he refilled the Doctor's glass. The Doctor didn't drain it this time as he finally spoke again.

"I'll try harder. I promise I will return tonight to spend time with her and then I won't just disappear again," the Doctor spoke. His normally commanding voice was little more than a whisper.

"She's here now if you want to see her," Jack told him. The Doctor looked at Jack confused. He knew that Jack normally took Emily to daycare during the day while he was at Torchwood in order to try to protect her from the dangers of his job. "She was feeling insecure so I kept her home today and was just planning on having a quiet day with her until I was called in."

"I will see her in a minute but first I need to talk with you," the Doctor informed him.

"I'm listening. I won't promise that I will help you but I am listening," Jack told him honestly. He drank his own whiskey then filled his glass again and topped off the Doctor's drink. The Doctor took a sip of the whiskey. He set the glass down before speaking again.

"I finally found him. After years of looking, I was finally able to figure out where he is hiding. I can't stop him on my own, though," the Doctor explained. It was Jack's turn to finish off his glass as he listened to the Doctor. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with the Master again but this time no one was going to stop him from putting a bullet through each of the Master's hearts before putting one through his head. He would then burn the Master's body and scatter his ashes into the air as it was the only way to guarantee that a Time Lord was killed before he was able to regenerate.

"Let me see your arms," Jack told the Doctor. The Doctor didn't argue as he unbuttoned his jacket at the wrists and then rolled up his sleeves so Jack could see the inside of his elbows. He had been clean for three years now but the loss of trust remained especially with any mention of the Master. Jack stood coming around the desk and taking the Doctor's arm in his hand. He examined both of them before allowing the Doctor to recover his forearms.

Satisfied that the Doctor hadn't started using again, Jack just took a seat on the front of his desk. "I'll help you, but we need to assemble a team before going after him. I also want details of where he is hiding so that we can apprehend him as safely as possible without losing anyone or putting anyone into unnecessary danger."

"I will tell you everything I know but we both know that you have no plans to apprehend him," the Doctor stated.

"You're right. I want that bastard dead and nothing is going to stop me from making that dream come true. If you have a problem with it, then you shouldn't have come to me for help," Jack answered honestly.

"It's exactly why I did come to you," the Doctor replied. He had tried to stop the Master on his own over the years but he had a weakness for his once friend that stopped him from harming the man. He hated to do it, but he would tell Jack everything he needed to know to take the Master down, then turn a blind eye as Jack killed the Master once and for all. With that thought, he finished off his whiskey before standing up. "Can I see Emily now?"

"Of course." Jack led the Doctor out of his office and down the stairs into the hub. Emily was sitting on the couch coloring but she looked up as the two of them approached. A wide grin covered her face and she leaped to her feet running as quickly as her little legs could carry her.

"Daddy," she screamed as she ran. The Doctor dropped to one knee holding his arms open wide to catch her as she flung herself into his arms. He scooped up her as he stood with her in his arms kissing her several times as he hugged her close.

"I missed you so much, baby," the Doctor told her as he held her tightly.

"I knew you would come back. Uncle Jack wasn't sure but I knew you would be back," Emily informed him. The Doctor held her so that he could look at her.

"I love you so much my kui'la and I promise that I will always come back for you," The Doctor promised her.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Jack answered for the little girl. The Doctor nodded as he hugged Emily close. It was clear to Jack just by watching the two of them interact that the Doctor was telling the truth about loving his daughter he just wasn't sure about the second part. Still, he had to give the Time Lord a chance and maybe once the Master was gone for good the Doctor would finally be able to keep his promise.