Jack did not worry about jealous boyfriends. Or girlfriends, or general-being-friends. Even back when death was a valid threat it hadn't been a problem. He always put it down to looks. charisma, and 51st century pheromones. Jack had seen some scary things in the last several millennia, and jealous exes just didn't cut it.

But then, something new happened every day, even after nearly three million of them. Some problems even a threesome couldn't solve.

All this flashed through Jack's head as he carefully lifted his hands from the TARDIS console and backed away from the Doctor's glare