A/N:Chapter three. It's kind of short but it does show up some of the Doctor's more conflicted feelings about Jack. Not a lot has been changed.

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In His Room

The Doctor was sitting in Jack's old room trying not to think about what the TARDIS had said. He looked around. The room was still full of his things-clothes, books, bits of alien Tec-and it was exactly as he had left it. This was the first time the Doctor had been in it since Jack got left behind. He had never cleared it out. On an infinitely big time ship it was rare to have to clean out the any old rooms but it was more than that. The Doctor had always just assumed in the back of his mind that he would go back for Jack, when he had worked up the nerve. Then again he had always thought that Jack would want to come back.

Then he remembered what he had said back at the end of the universe.

"…just looking at you Jack cause you're wrong…"

Oh shit, he thought.

He hadn't meant it like that, well he had but not in that way. Jack was wrong. He was an anomaly in time but that wasn't his fault. If it was anyone's it was Rose's fault, not that the Doctor blamed her. Really all the blame was his. There was nothing wrong with Jack himself. Well, nothing major. He was annoying and he turned everything into some kind of innuendo but that was just him. And as much as the Doctor complained about him it wasn't because Jack had done anything particularly wrong.

Except for joining Torchwood.

Even the thought of Jack with them made his blood boil. The Doctor hung his head. Jack must really hate him to go join an organisation set up to destroy him. He supposed he had every right to. And the Doctor realised that maybe he hadn't done such a good job of explaining things to Jack.

He thought maybe he should go talk to Jack, set the record straight. He decided against it. It was better to just leave things as they were. The Doctor was sure he would just screw it up again if he tried to talk to him and Jack was happy where he was, the Doctor should respect that. Even if where he was happy was with Torchwood.

Just then the TARDIS gave a jolt and he was thrown to the floor.

"What?"

He ran to the control room.

"What's going on?"

He looked at the monitor. They were travelling through the Time Vortex toward-

"Oh, that's it! I'm getting the sledge-hammer out" he shouted angrily.