Alright, my lovely readers, I'm about to bash somebody's face in with a meat cleaver. Fucker's dead. So, as I always do, I will channel my anger into my writing. And there's a lot of anger. Just know that. So that's right, folks. We're in for a bloody chapter.

(And I'm going to start doing this from now on, saying what music this chapter was born from [what I listened to while writing it])

Born From: Fall Out Boy's second Album From Under the Cork Tree and fourth Album Folie à Deux.

Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, I wouldn't be living in Indiana. I'm still living in Indiana.

Wincing slightly, Delaney watched as this seemingly evil UNIT's medic patched up the wounds that had just been inflicted upon him. The door to the med bay opened, making Delaney look up. Internally, he groaned. It was the nutter running this whole operation, Colonel Evans. The woman was obviously barmy. Lord knew what she would do next.

Evans fixed the pained doctor with a glare.

"I'm going to need that address, Doctor Delaney. If we do get it, I will have to release you back into the more than capable hands of good ol' Smithers..."

Delaney inhaled sharply, wincing in pain once again as he moved his ribs. That bloody Smithers really had done a number on his ribs with that crowbar...

Clearing his throat, the psychologist looked the Colonel in the eyes.

"Torchwood. The Doctor is at Torchwood."

Ianto loaded the drinks onto his tea tray, lifting it gently so as to not spill any of them. Walking briskly, he entered the main part of the Hub, where Tosh, Owen, and Gwen sat. They all looked tired, and they obviously had a reason to. Ever since the Doctor had made his reappearance, it seemed they had yet another alien on their hands. Even though Martha, Mickey, Jack, and Rose tried to handle the out of control Time Lord, they still needed help. And since half of their team was now attempting to deal with the Doctor, they were down in numbers out in the field. This made it much harder to handle the field ops with only half of the usual team. It also didn't help that it seemed the Rift wanted to spew out more threats than usual ever since the Doctor had arrived.

Snapping back to the present, Ianto set the tray down on a nearby desk, handing out the coffees to his coworkers. Each received the steaming cup of caffeine with a tired smile.

"Thanks, Ianto." Gwen told him. "You have no idea how much I needed this." Just then, her phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID, she smiled. "That'll be Rhys. Back in a tick." She stood, coffee in one hand and phone in the other, and walked off to a quieter area of the Hub.

"I wonder what they're doing down in there. Also, has anyone checked on Jack recently?" Ianto asked, looking over at Tosh and Owen. They both shrugged.

"I dunno. And at this point, I don't really care. I'm done with the lot of them, gettin' in fights constantly. I swear, if I have to patch another one of 'em up, I'm gonna blow a caskett!" Ianto and Tosh raised their eyebrows at Owen's sudden and rushed rant.

"Calm down, Owen." Tosh soothed him, placing a placating hand on his arm. "They just need time to work this stuff out."

And at that, the three agents leaned back and sipped their coffee in almost-silence, the only sound being Gwen's quiet conversation with Rhys on the other side of the Hub. Suddenly, they heard a clanging sound resound from Jack's office. Looking up, they saw four heads slowly pop up in the window, having obviously just climbed out of Jack's bedroom. The quartet exited the room and descended the stairs back down into the main Hub. Judging by the looks on their faces, whatever had gone on had put them all in a better mood.

"You're all looking better," Tosh chimed in, noting the pleased looks on her friends' faces.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that the two lovebirds over there are looking much better." Mickey teased, shooting joking glances in Rose and the Doctor's direction. They both blushed. "Bet you the would've taken it to the next level were it not for me and Martha's interruption." Martha smacked her husband hard on the arm, resulting in him letting out a squeak of pain and rubbing the spot.

"Leave them alone, Mickey!" She instructed him, fixing him with a glare that said 'if-you-say-another-word-I-will-hit-you-harder-and-you-will-be-sleeping-on-the-couch'. Mickey, understandibly, received the message.

From the other side of the Hub, they heard Gwen sign off with Rhys and walk back over to rejoin them.

"Welcome back, then." She remarked as she approached the group, raising her eyebrows in silent questioning at Rose. Rose sent a smile back at her.

Before another word could be uttered, a harsh alarm rang out abruptly, echoing off the stone walls. The Doctor observed as all the Torchwood agents instantly snapped to attention, falling into a well-rehearsed routine that had obviously been practiced many times over.

Tosh, who was furiously typing away at a computer, leaned back and yelled to her coworkers, "Huge spike in Rift activity just north of here! This has got to be one of our biggest spikes in years!"

"Then we're going to need everyone in on this." Rose stated, jogging up to stand next to the Doctor. She slung a black backpack over her shoulder and strapped a pistol at her waist. Tilting her head, she looked at him. "You're going to need to stay here. And now that I think about it, so should Jack. He hasn't exactly been in his right mind lately, and I don't want him compromising the mission." No one objected, so they continued on in silence.

Tosh flicked off the alarm as they all piled out towards the SUV. Rose stopped for a moment, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to the Doctor's lips.

"Be good." She whispered softly. A smile quirked his lips, and he nodded lightly. At that, Rose ran out behind the other's, ready to go take on the challenges of the world.

Glancing around, the Doctor took in the complete silence resounding around the Hub. He didn't know where Jack was, nor did he care. He strolled over to the TARDIS, testing the door for good measure. Not a budge. Sighing, the Doctor resolved to going up to Jack's office and finding a long book to read. And he might actually read it slowly out of pure boredom. He skulked around the office, flicking through the heavy tomes that resided on the shelves. Strangely, he found the complete written history of the planet Noc-col III, which was ruled entirely by 12 foot bipedal lizards. The entire book was written in the Noc-colian language, so he heaved the heavy book back down into the main hub and settled down on the grungy couch. Slowly, he flicked through the pages, taking his time instead of speed-reading like he normally would.

Exactly 17 minutes and 31 seconds after he began, the Doctor heard a sharp clang and a human-sounding groan ring out from the Med Bay. His head immediately snapped up, eyes locking onto the doorway. Footsteps began to echo off the walls, and after a few seconds, Jack appeared, looking exhausted, pissy, and confused all at once. His eyes drifted around the Hub, before he noticed the Doctor, making his eyes widen. However, that was only for a second, because he soon narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Where is everybody?" Jack spit venomously at him, even though the Doctor had done absolutely nothing to upset him. Well, upset him in the past minute. The Doctor sighed internally. Jack really could hold a grudge, couldn't he. Briefly, the thought of simply killing Jack right now and dealing with him later flitted through the Doctor's mind. However, that idea was quickly stamped down by the better side of his brain. He needed to make piece with Jack, stop these petty (and very bloody) disputes before something irreversible was done. In a succinct act of rebellion, the murderous personality sprang up, pointing out the fact that technically, some irreversible acts (killing Jack several times, taking a bite out of poor Mickey) might not ever be forgiven, so why not just continue on? No no, the peaceful personality both soothed and drilled into its counterpart. Anything can be forgiven in the long run.

"Spike in Rift activity. They went out to investigate. Left you behind." The Doctor told him shortly, looking back down at his book and mentally deciding that that would be enough to placate the ever-seemingly angry agent. Once again hearing enraged footsteps, the Doctor sighed. It was never good enough, was it?

Jack stopped right in front of him, leaning down and getting right up in the Doctor's face. His hot breaths floated over the Time Lord's face, making the Doctor's eye start to twitch just a bit. The murderous personality was beginning to take over, he could feel it and desperately wanted to stop it.

"They would never leave me behind! I'm their leader! Tell me the truth, you bastard. You did something, didn't you? You must have already killed them and ate them, like the disgusting little alien you are!" Jack's accusations slowly grew louder, until he was screaming right into the Doctor's face. Hand shooting up, Jack wrapped it around the Doctor's neck, squeezing lightly. He was going to pull the truth out of the liar.

That was it. Completely pushed aside, the peaceful personality watched as its brother took over.

"I'm telling the truth, I have no reason not to." The Doctor growled out. A murderous look twisted over his features. "Now unhand me before I force you to."

Looking back upon this, Jack later decided that his next words might have been some of the stupidest in his life.

"Oh yeah? Make me."

Faster than he could blink, Jack found himself pressed against the ground, the Doctor's long fingers now curling around his throat and squeezing mercilessly.

"This good enough for you, Jack?" One of the Doctor's hands was tangling in Jack's hair and, gripping tightly, smashed his head into the ground. Jack felt his skull reverberating and beginning to crack as the Time Lord that was currently residing on top of him smashed his head into the ground repeatedly.

"Oh, come on Jack!" Once again gripping the agent's neck tightly, the Doctor stood, bringing Jack up with him in an impressive act of strength. Lifting his arm above his head, Jack dangled helplessy, limbs flailing and pushing at the Doctor, attempting the wiggle from his grip, but nothing worked. "You know what? I think you just need to let all the grudges go, Jack." Rearing his arm back, the Doctor threw Jack forward a good ten feet, where he slammed against the hard brick wall of the Hub. Jack hit the ground with a smack, the wind knocked out of him and seeing double. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw long legs approach him and lean down. A voice whispered in his ear, "You need to let it all go, Jack. Just let it go." One of the feet lifted, and Jack felt a rubber sole implant itself into the side of his head, which was just enough from black to take over his vision and let him pass out.

When Jack awoke, he found himself hanging upside down.

What did I do last night? He thought for a second, confused, before the memories came rushing back to him. Gasping, he looked around, stars already dancing at the edges of his vision from all the blood rushing to his head. Looking down, but technically up, at himself, Jack saw that his feet were tied together and suspended from the rafters with a long piece of rope. His head was about four feet from the ground and his hands were tied together behind his back.

"Oh good, you're awake." Twisting himself around, Jack was met with the sadistic smile of the Doctor. "Been 20 minutes, Jack. I was beginning to wonder if I was just too much for you." Smirking, the Doctor brought a knife up into Jack's view. "Just remember, Jack. The better side of me offered diplomacy. You rejected. So now you're stuck with me..."

With a quick flick of the wrist, the Doctor cut into Jack's cheek, long and shallow. He made an identical cut on the other side. Then, after a moment, the Doctor raised his arm, plunging the knife deeply into Jack's stomach. At this, Jack let out a small gorna of pain. Just until the Doctor twisted her wrist, which in turn twisted the knife, cutting even more of Jack's internal organs. Then the small groan became a scream.

"Oh come on, Jack! I thought you could take more th-"

The Doctor's next words were cut off, as an explosion suddenly wracked the side of the Hub near the main entrance. Tilting his head, the Doctor let go of the knife, which was still impanted in Jack's stomach, and took a few steps towards the gear-shaped smoldering door. And just as abruptly as the explosion, an entire squadron of black-clad soldiers swarmed in through the door. The Doctor almost hissed, backing away. That was, until one of the soldiers fired a tranquilizaer dart into the side of his neck. Distantly, he heard one of the soldiers asking his Colonel what to do with the agent.

As he slumped to the ground, the last words the Doctor heard were, "Leave the agent. It's the Time Lord we want."

And that's it. Not as bloody as I wanted it but, eh, you can't have everything. Now I am actually warning now, I have a very busy schedule coming up and Fall Out Boy fanfic has been bugging my muse so this story is going to get put on the backburner until I can really think out the plotline for the next chapter. I write weirdly, alright? Now none of this is definite, just a friendly warning. Now I'm going to go write Fall Out Boy fanfic because they are amazing.

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-The Linn