Carving the Face of Boe

Jack woke up to find himself strapped to a metal table. He took a moment to look at his surroundings. A console was set up in the center of the room. Around it were gizmos and knobs and levers. A few windows were beyond that, and through it, he could make out planets and stars. A record player was set up just a few feet from him. He could hear someone humming far away. It sounded like...No particular place to go?

"Okay," he thought. "Console in the center of the room. Whacky design. A wooden door as what I assume is an entrance. My host is humming without a care in the world. Where am I?"
He couldn't remember the exact moment he lost conscientiousness but could remember what was happening. He was on Zinac, third moon from Lumins and was having an argument with a few fellows who didn't like that he had taken them all to the cleaners at a friendly poker game. They had followed him to an alley way when they decided to make their move. He able to get two of them before something happened. But what exactly happened? There was another man who joined in the fight and fought alongside Jack. He would have bought him a beer except the guy...turned on him? Why did he help if his plan was to turn on him in the end? So who was this man?

"DOCTOR!" he screamed.
The Doctor had changed again. This time, he had taken a darker look. His hair was long and greasy looking. He combed a hand through it and pulled a pair of black goggles over his eyes. He had of course picked a next getup. Dark blue dressy shirt, first couple of buttons undid, black pants, black boots, and...a black leather apron? He looked more mad scientist than Doctor.

"I'm going to be honest," Jack said with a smile. "I've been in this situation before but, never thought I would be able to get into it with you. What changed your mind? New body new...likings?"

The Doctor smiled. He flicked on the record player that began playing some folk tune from the early 1900s. He put on a couple of black rubber gloves and pulled a lever, making the floor beneath them begin to descend into a subfloor.

"Nice," Jack said. "What's wrong? Alien in my stomach. We have no time to get discuss this and you have to save my life right?"
The floor came to a loud halt. The doctor reached for some things behind Jack before coming face to face with him. In one hand, a power saw of some kind. In the other hand, some sort of sharp medical instrument.

"The man who can't die," The Doctor whispered.

"Doctor?"
He shook his head. He wasn't the doctor. He wasn't the man who had saved him numerous times. Who was he then. This was definitely a Tardis. Bigger on the inside.

"You wont believe how easy it is to be him," the man whispered. "Just gotta have a blue box."
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"I'm going to tare you limb from limb Jack Harkness. I'm going to carve off your face and stick it in a jar and put you in a museum for everyone to look at. Do you know why?"
"Fuck you."

"Because your Doctor has trouble returning my messages."
The saw was on. A smile crept on his face. Jack felt his heart racing and tried pulling from his restraints, but it was all useless. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself the best he could. Any moment now he would feel the worse pain of his life. Any moment now, he would be dragged through hell, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. Not even his Doctor.