A/N: Can I just start this off by saying I'm so sorry! This was supposed to be out forever ago, and I'm sure many of you thought I'd completely just abandoned this story, and I feel horrible. Real Life has that habit of kicking you while you're already down, and while I know this is just an excuse, which again I'm sorry for, but there were some serious problems in my life that needed to be worked through. Thank you, each of you, that messaged me and asked if I was okay, that means more to me than I can possibly express, honestly, and that's part of the reason I've even been able to get this out. This chapter is the conclusion of The Time Lord Victorious, and while it's not how I wanted to leave it, it's better in my mind than leaving it unfinished.

If any of you want to take this idea and roll with it, feel free, I've already had someone ask. My only request is that you message me first, so I can read it when you start it.

Also, I've had a request that I have the Doctor while in his Time Lord Victorious persona go up against some of the classic villains, such as Davros, and when my problems resolve themselves, I will be doing this. If you have any personal villains you'd like to see, drop a review or PM me. When I start this, it will be posted as a different story, but I will post on here when it's up so that you'll get a notification.

Now that being said, thank you everyone who followed, favorited, read and reviewed. I never would have gotten this far without every single one of you. Here's the final chapter.

Chapter 2

Jack once more entered the Doctor's cell, this time a banana in his hand in addition to the normal oatmeal he forced the Time Lord to eat.

To his surprise, the Doctor looked up at his entrance, his eyes full of unspeakable sadness.

"I ruined the legacy of a brave woman. I couldn't see it myself though, oh no. It was you who revealed me to myself, always you," he whispered the last part.

"Doc?" Jack barely dared to hope.

At that moment, the Doctor seemed to fully recognize his presence in the room, and he turned away, moving back into the position he had maintained before, only this time slightly haunted, and he looked every single one of his years.

It was barely anything, something so miniscule it could barely even be classified as a thing, yet it gave Jack hope. In that moment, the Doctor had looked truly sorry, but he'd said it was Jack that had made him see. He must've been referring to the younger version.

As he made the Doctor eat, he couldn't help but wonder what the earlier version of him could've said to bring about this change, and resolved to ask as soon as he was finished.

The Doctor didn't respond to anything else during the extent of his visit, and it was only a short amount of time before Jack exited back into the hub.

Today, the desks were empty of curious friends, as a rift alert had gone off just before he entered the cell, and he couldn't help but be slightly relieved. It was strange, being here in his own past, because the things going on day to day, hadn't happened for him. The latest rift alert, he had absolutely no memory of. He had no memories of being the younger him, meeting this version. When he looked inside his mind, he saw only blank space where he knew the memories should be.

With another sigh (they seemed to be never-ending these days), he walked into the alternate him's office, barely surprised to see him here, rather than out with his team. Jack knew though, that even now, after everything that happened and everything that would happen, he'd still be here with the Doctor rather than out with his friends, even though he knew their deaths were approaching and he should be cherishing his days with them…He was still here.

"I suppose this means you're finally going to talk to me," the other him looked up from the papers sitting on his desk.

Jack nodded. He knew he'd been avoiding conversation, no matter how much or how many times his counterpart had tried. It almost physically hurt to face the younger him, who was still filled with so much hope…

"What did you say to him the other day?" Jack asked. There was no need to mention who the "he" was.

"No," the younger him said, startling Jack. "First, you're going to tell me what happened."

Jack sighed. He knew this was coming. He knew this had been coming since they first arrived here. It was one of the reasons he'd been avoiding his counterpart. He refused to meet that steely gaze.

"Surely…it couldn't have been that bad," the younger him said softly.

Jack did look up then, staring straight into those familiar eyes, allowing all of his pain, all of his hurt, to show. "It was. Still is," he said slowly. "I'm not sure exactly how it happened, or why, but the Doctor went bad. Worse than anything we've ever faced, and much worse than anything he ever faced also. Instead of helping planets and people, he began hurting them, destroying them. I didn't know until it was too late…

"He called for help. Told me how to fix the vortex manipulator and told me I was the only one he trusted enough to help him. He was locked up on a prison ship. Someone managed to capture him, risking their life for the sake of the universe, and all it took for him to escape was a few pained glances and well-aimed compliments. You know how we are; we'd do anything for him.

"I got onto the ship, found someone beating him, and killed them and got him out without looking back. Right from the start, he fooled me. It didn't take much. I brought him to Torchwood, and after the months it took him to heal, I found the TARDIS. He took my vortex manipulator and left to retrieve her. He told me there were only a few people guarding her and that he easily made it past. I only found out later that he slaughtered an entire army to get to her.

"After, he took the remaining members of Torchwood, me, Ianto and Gwen, and Martha and Mickey that you haven't met yet, for a trip. He took us to a gorgeous planet, and I never noticed anything wrong. I overheard him confiding in a friend of his from the planet, saying he loved me. I'd never been happier in my life, and that was all it took to blind me completely. He went to work on the TARDIS, and Ianto followed him, but I don't even know if that much is true anymore. Ianto got sick, so very sick, so he took the others back to Torchwood, keeping me and Ianto with him while he claimed to be looking for a cure." Jack looked the younger him in the eyes. "We got what we always wanted. He came to me one night, and had sex with me. I hate myself for it, but I feel that the time spent with him…it's almost worth all the pain and suffering. It's so wrong to say that, and I'm disgusted with myself just for thinking it, but it's true. It was after that, he… He faked a crash, and met up with the warden from the planet, and then the Doctor killed him and an entire army of men right in front of me with absolutely no effort. Ianto had never been sick; he'd gotten too far, so the Doctor imprisoned him in his mind. He only started a relationship with me to prevent the warden from getting to me and convincing me to help stop him. God knows we're probably the only one who could, when he's like this. After what I saw though…I didn't have it in me to even try. He locked me in a room in the TARDIS, a torture chamber, and I'm pretty sure you can guess what happened in there. He'd go off, destroy a planet or two, and then get bored and come visit me…It was only recently, the Master came back…but you haven't got that far yet. The Master was—is—an insane Time Lord. He succeeded in destroying the Earth, until the Doctor stopped him and fixed it, before this all happened.

"When the Master came back, he was planning on bringing back the Time Lords, Hell over Earth. He was planning on turning every human on Earth into himself. And then the Doctor hijacked his plan, and made it so that although everyone looked like the Master, it was the Doctor's mind. He implanted himself in every human being on the planet, and was going to bring back Gallifrey at the expense of every living creature in the universe…and then I'm not entirely sure what happened. One of the women passing through the barrier looked at the Doctor and he changed his mind. He stopped, and ended everything without killing anyone, and it was like he was back to himself…until someone was going to die, someone that he was supposed to change places with and die for before all this happened.

"I took his place instead…radiation is a painful way to die, but not worse than anything we've felt before. Afterwards, the TARDIS intervened. She'd finally overthrown the Doctor's control over her; he'd enslaved her to his will. That's what happened. She's the one that is keeping him subdued, and she's the one that brought us here, saying it would help him. So please, whatever you said yesterday, it did affect him. What was it?"

His counterpart sat there quietly for a moment, his face unreadable, except for the fact that Jack knew himself, and knew the emotional turmoil that was seeping around behind that mask.

"I went in to see him, but you knew that already. The things he was saying… I got upset, and asked him how this had happened to him. He mentioned Mars, 2059 and Adelaide Brooke. If I remember those stories, I'm sure you do too. Apparently it was the Doctor who brought them back to Earth, except the Doctor was under the impression that he'd saved Brooke's life. From what you've said, that event must have been the catalyst. He muttered something about it being a fixed point in time…He must have thought that he changed a fixed point and got away with it, giving him the power to control the universe…"

"But instead she mended it herself, by killing herself. She was braver than all the stories said, to willingly give her life when she could have seen her daughter again, her granddaughter…But instead she fixed another man's mistakes…"

"Okay. So now that we know, how do we help him?" the younger him asked, his eyes burning again.

"We need to get him to talk to us. To actually share so that he can see his actions were wrong. I'm sure that he knows, deep down, that what he was doing was wrong. I think this was his way of acting out, throwing a temper tantrum since he knew he could get away with it. There were no Time Lords left to stop him. I know the Doctor. We know the Doctor. He was the one that made us see what we were doing was wrong, and he helped us get better. It's the least we can do to return the favor."

Both Jacks nodded, sitting easier now that there was a plan in place that they knew would work.

It took a long time. They had known that it would, but they'd also hoped that it wouldn't. But people didn't get better in months. It took years.

Jack had been worried about that at first, the years. He might be immortal, but his team and the rest of the world weren't. There was also the fact about needing to make everyone forget that years had actually passed, but the TARDIS, the amazing girl that she was, had planned for it. They were actually in a time loop, that she had specifically sectioned off for them, while allowing different events to occur each day, although it was the same day, so that no one caught on. The moment the loop started again, all she had to do was remove her presence, forgo giving the Torchwood team back their memory of the previous years, and nobody would remember except those within her walls. Meaning Jack and the Doctor, the Doctor that was now, finally back to himself. And while Jack would still be traveling with him for the foreseeable future to assure he was truly okay, Jack had faith in him. He'd seen how torn up the Doctor was, after realizing all the blood that was on his hands. After that, they'd had to keep him safe from himself.

But now, the TARDIS had checked his mind, and while he was still torn up, she'd given him a clean bill of health. As a precaution, she still shielded his mind from himself, so he couldn't use his telepathic ability, but she was sure he was better too.

It was a sad day when they finally departed from the hub. After the Doctor had finally started to improve, Jack had finally been able to mix with his team members again, and while it still hurt like hell to know they were gone back in his own time, he relished every extra moment he got to spend with them. And with himself of course; if you can't get along with yourself, who can you get on with?

It was all worth it though, as he stood in the center of the hub and watched as the Doctor exited the room that had been his for the past year, after they'd finally let him leave the cell for extended amounts of time, in his signature brown suit, the converse he always wore, and his huge grin, albeit slightly smaller than what it used to be.

The Doctor walked over to the TARDIS, fondly rubbing a hand against the wood, as he looked at Jack.

Jack gave him an encouraging smile, and he nodded slightly in return. He raised one hand and snapped, and for the first time in years, the TARDIS responded to him, easily opening her doors. The Doctor turned back to the younger him and the Torchwood team, and gave them a small smile.

"Thank you, all of you, for helping me. I know I can never return the favor, and none of you will even remember this, but all of you had a part in making me better, and I'll never be able to tell you how much it means to me."

While the Doctor only hugged the younger Jack goodbye, Jack gave each member of his team a tight embrace, before laying a hand on his counterpart's shoulder. "Value your time with each and every one of them."

The other man just nodded, knowing the words didn't need to be said out loud.

Jack followed the Doctor into the TARDIS, and shared a grin with the alien, as he pulled the switch that caused the TARDIS to dematerialize.

Their adventures were just beginning. After all, the Doctor had a lot to make up for.

The End