He nodded. "That covers the events, and to be honest it covers a lot of the emotional reactions. When I first hit earth and realized he really had left me there, and I really was stuck, I'd go through periods of just raging. I never really stopped loving him, but stuck in linear time, wandering around the world and realizing I couldn't die, not knowing what I was and waiting on him -- loving him didn't stop me being pissed off."
He paused and half-frowned. "That makes it sound like I was constantly angry, but I wasn't. It was just something that flared up every once in a while, and it never lasted very long - by anyone's standards. " He half-laughed and smiled. "I even rebuilt Torchwood after a major invasion for him. It seemed like a good idea at the time- kept me busy and gave me a way to watch.
"Anyway, by the time he came back to refuel, I'd just about given up- not just on him, but on everything. All I had to do was hear the TARDIS and I was running for it. Almost missed it, again, but managed to hang on to the outside through the vortex. I woke up a little after we landed. I eventually ended up with the answers I'd been waiting on. That Rose wasn't dead, Why he'd run and just what the hell had happened to me. Then it was right back into running and fighting for our lives and it was. good." He grinned. It was really good."
"We... chased the Master - followed him, really. I told him about Torchwood along the way - used some of my security clearances to get some information. The Doctor was unhappy. When we caught up with the Master and I suggested snapping the Master's neck, he told me it was a very Torchwood thing to do. We ended up on the Valiant - the two of us and Martha, the girl he'd been traveling with him. The Master killed me and aged up the Doctor, but I was able to get her my teleport before he got to her. She got out and I stayed with the Doctor. For a year. While the world was destroyed around us, and he waited on Martha to do her thing. "
Jack paused there, again, and closed his eyes. "So, she traveled around the world for a year, the Doctor kept begging the Master to accept his forgiveness and help, and I. Died a lot, mostly. Starvation, dehydration, drowning, spiders, screwdriver, a lot of the screwdriver, got strangled, got publicly fucked to death - gotta love humiliation and mind games." He shook his head a little. "When it was all over, and the Doctor had control of the satellite network, and was young again - the Master panicked. The Doctor went after him, I went and destroyed the Paradox Machine. The Doctor got the Master back on the ship and I got back to the bridge just in time to prevent him from escaping. Handcuffed him and asked the Doctor what to do with him."
There was another pause there, and he was starting to feel guilty about the monologue, but now that he'd started he couldn't stop. Not until he'd gotten it all out.
"Someone suggested killing him and got a gun - Martha's mother. The Doctor talked her down and I ended up with the gun. The Doctor said it was time for a change, and time to settle down - and told the Master he'd keep him prisoner if he had to." Jack grimaced, faintly. "Then the Master's wife picked a gun up off the floor and shot him. The Doctor begged him to regenerate, and the Master just wouldn't. He died instead of being kept like a pet - given that he had the Doctor eating out of a dog food bowl...." He stopped and rubbed his eyes.
"Anyway, the Doctor burned the body and I took a shower. We went back to Cardiff. The Doctor asked me to come with him. The world had just been destroyed - devastated, but it was back to normal. I couldn't leave. I wanted more than my team, though I wanted them, too, I wanted the planet alive, and I wanted it to stay that way. So, I stayed with Torchwood, Martha went to UNIT and the Doctor - dove back into space and time. I hope he comes back. I hope he heals. I will always love him, but I need more than he's capable of giving."