A/N- And here it is. I've been working on this for what seems like forever, but I've finally finished this part. If this is liked I've got another part which is half written, and I will finish it off if its requested. Enjoy and please review!

I slip on my coat and my scarf, making for the cog wheel door. Before I can get there, I here Jack calling my name.

"Gwen! Where do you think your going! I haven't received the file on the latest weevil attacks yet, and you promised you would do them today." He says with raised eyebrows. I sigh in exasperation.

"If you cared to look in you're in tray, then you'd realize it's been in there for the last half an hour." I say, my tone icy.

"Wait there. Don't move."

He walks into his office, and searches his in tray. I tap my foot impatiently. Come on Jack, It's late and Rhys will be wondering where I am… After what seems like a lifetime, he turns back to me, looking guilty. I take this as my que to leave, and run towards the exit before anyone can stop me. I learnt early on that this was essential if you ever wanted to leave before midnight when working for Torchwood, and at the minute I'm dead on my feet and Rhys will be waiting. I nearly knock Ianto over coming the other way, but I scoot around him, shouting goodbyes over my shoulder as I run towards the exit.

Not a moment too soon, I feel the cold winter air hit my face as I fall into the street outside. Composing myself, I make my way towards my car, making a mental note to take it in for its MOT- its due. I count my lucky stars as the engine starts first time; recently it's been playing up.

As I weave my way through the streets of Cardiff, my mind wonders to Owen. Whatever we had had in the past was long gone- whenever I look at him now I feel nothing, whereas a few months ago I was full of lust at the mere glance of him. In a way this is good. I can't go on having second thoughts when my marriage is round the corner. I'm still deep in thought when I turn into my street. I struggle into a tiny parking space- I'm never any good at parking. I trudge up the stairs of my block of flats, pulling out my keys as I go. I kick open the door and call out to Rhys. After no reply, I skip into the lounge and find Rhys sitting with a stony expression on his face, surrounded by sheets of paper.

"Hey love, sorry I'm late. What's all this?" I say in a cheery voice until I stare at the papers. Realization hits me like a ton of bricks and I feel sick. Oh no. Not now.

They're pictures of me and Owen- some of them of us kissing, some of us in Owen's flat, and one of me entering his block at ten at night. I look at them all in horror.

"I knew something was going on. You'd come home smelling of aftershave which I've never brought in my life." I stare at him. His voice is shaking with controlled anger- his eyes show pure rage too.

"I thought she's a decent girl, she'll tell me when she's good and ready. But you never have, have you? It carried on for months, the lies. I'd lie in bed, waiting for you, wondering who it was. Did you get bored of me? Am I not exciting enough? After you didn't come home at all one night, I thought enough is enough, and phoned this agency in town. I had you followed, Gwen. I said I needed evidence when they told me, so they took dozens of photos. I couldn't believe it when I saw them. My Gwen, cheating on me. It's eaten away at me for all this time. I couldn't face you, not for months. But now, with our wedding round the corner, I knew it was now or never." Oh no. This isn't happening. "I can't marry you Gwen. It hurts too much. Especially after this." He hands me a letter. Oh God.

"You had an abortion, Gwen? You didn't even tell me you were pregnant. Was it mine, or his?" He stares at me with eyes the size of dinner plates. How can this be happening? My whole life is crashing around my ears. I just look at him wordlessly. I know my eyes are telling him the truth anyway, so what's the point in lowering his thoughts of me even further? It's not like it can get any worse. He nods, sadness mingling with the hatred in his eyes.

"I thought as much. Was it a drunken stupor? Or did the heat of the moment take over completely and you didn't have time for protection?" His voice is low and threatening, sending shivers down my spine.

My eyes well up at his comments. He really hates me. I know his thoughts on abortion, and that's why I couldn't tell him. I might have been able to pass it off as his baby, but I knew that he would have moved heaven and earth to stop me from having an abortion. I just couldn't go through with it. How am I supposed to look after a baby with my job? Can you imagine it? 'Oh sorry jack, I can't come and save the world from destruction today, I can't get a babysitter.' That wouldn'twash.

I let the tears in my eyes fall. The inevitable was just around the corner, and we both know it. One of us would have to leave. I force myself to look Rhys in the eye. His eyes are telling me to leave, so I gather the scrap of dignity I have left and stand up to pack. I make my slow way towards our bedroom, and open the wardrobe to collect my clothes. There not there. I turn around, and find a ready packed suitcase on the bed. He knew all along it was Owens. He wasn't even going to hear me out. I grab the handle and tug it off the bed. I don't bother saying goodbye to Rhys. This relationship was over long ago.

I drag my heavy suitcase along the road, looking for somewhere to stay. The unstoppable tears blur my vision, making it near impossible to see where I'm going. I wonder aimlessly, my feet instinctively taking me. I sense a shadow behind me. I spin around, turning to see who it is. Before I can see who it is or speak, the mysterious person clamps a piece of cloth soaked in chemicals over my mouth and nose. I try to kick, bite, scream, anything to alert people or to throw them off. I reach for my gun, but before I can make it, the darkness consumes me.

…………

My nerves are on fire, every ounce of my being trying to throw him off. This isn't happening. It can't be. Not to me. You here about this on the news, you don't expect it to happen to you. But the anguish is so real, tearing me apart. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but he's gagged me. Not a sound can escape. I try to thrash about wildly, attempting to stop him this way. The only problem is I'm tied down. Not a thing I do will stop him. I catch a glance of him, but not enough to get a clear picture.

It doesn't seem real, like I'm not connected to my own body, just an observer. The agony of him entering me brings me harshly back down. Oh My God. This is really happening.

I'm crying, screaming, thrashing, but it makes no difference. He just ignores me, pretending that I'm not dying inside. The pains unbearable, but there's nothing I can do. My soul is breaking into a million tiny pieces.

Just when I think it can't get any worse, he starts hitting me in time to his movement, each slap punctuating the increasing pain. My skin stings, like a thousand needles puncturing my body at once. Even the vast emptiness that Jack describes as Death seems preferable to this. I didn't even know this level of pain was possible.

The horrendous moments blur together, until I can no longer tell which way is up. As the pain reaches new intensities, I fall into the blackness once again.

………….

Think Gwen, think. You've got to get out of this. It's only going to get worse if you stay here… Hang on. This feels different. Ok, where the hell am I. Don't panic, whatever you do not panic. It will only make things worse. Radical thinking. Think back to Torchwood training. First Step, environmental analysis. Cold floor, hard and uncomfortable. The Hub? No, can't be, unless he knows about Torchwood, which is highly unlikely. It feels like pavement. Anything else? Err… Its bloody freezing. So I'm definitely outside. So that narrows it down. But where outside?

Second Step, Visual Surroundings. Ok, its night. Big surprise, since I left the hub at night. Oh great, now I'm going to have to sit up. Owwwwww! This bloody kills. No surprise there. Right, so I'm in the middle of town, by the look of all the shops. Bloody fantastic.

Third step, Communications. Oh soding hell. Comm.'s gone, Jacks going to kill me, just to add to my problems. But, hurrah, at least I've still got my phone. Best thing I ever brought, this bra. Mad idea to put pockets in a bra, but there we go, it's my life easier. I do look a bit weird when I have to dive into my chest to look for a ringing phone, but you can't have everything. Right, who to phone. Contacts…Mum, dad, Rhys… Sod rational thinking. I let the fear take over me, and collapse into a shaking heap in the middle of town. Tears I'd been just about managing to hold back rolled freely down my cheeks as the full force of my predicament hits me. What had I done to deserve this? What else could life throw at me? My fiancée's left me, I haven't got a home, and I've just been… What else could possibly happen?

A vibration against my hand pulls me out of my thoughts. I focus on the screen, and see its Jack. I hit the answer key and raise my arm to my ear with difficulty.

"Hello?" My voice cracks.

"Gwen? What's wrong?" His voice is lased with anxiety.

"Jack, can you come and pick me up? I don't want to talk about this over the phone." The emotions wracking my body are fully clear in my voice, and I think Jack gets the picture.

"Don't worry Gwen; I'm on my way now. Where are you?" His soothing tones just make me feel worse. I hear keys jangling in the background.

"Err, in town somewhere. Don't know exactly. I'm surrounded by shops." I say between sobs.

"It's Okay; I can trace your mobile from the SUV. Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you. Everything with be alright, I promise. We'll look after you." With the roaring of the SUV engine in the background, he was gone, leaving nothing but an overwhelming feeling of emptiness behind him.

After a few minutes, flashing blue lights light up the scene and Jack jumps out of the SUV. In a moment I'm wrapped in his arms, sobbing into his great military coat. He just rocks me gently, a pillar of strength. Between sobs I breathe in the scent of whatever Cologne he has on, Ianto's coffee and something I can't quite place in my frenzy. It's so familiar. With everything in my life being turned upside down, it's slightly comforting to know that some things will never change.

After what seems like forever, my tears subside slightly and Jack picks me up, bridal style. I don't complain because I don't think I can walk anyway, and settle for loosing myself in the pools of electric blue that are Jack's eyes. He just looks at me with a guarded face, but his eyes show much more than what his face could ever say. Worry mixed with big dollops of sympathy, anguish and fear.

He opens the door with his foot, and slides me into the passenger seat with ease. He then strides over to the others side and climbed into the divers seat. The engine roars into life at the turn of the key, and within moments were moving away from the scene of this colossal mess. Jack doesn't ask what's happened, for which I'm eternally grateful for. I can't think about it. At least not yet.

While were driving, Jack picks up his mobile of the dash board. I look at him suspiciously.

"Who are you phoning, Jack?" He glances at me before returning his eyes to the road.

"Owen." I nod and settle for staring out the window and listening to Jack on the phone.

"… Owen, it's me. I need you to come to the hub…. No, I don't need you to ring the others, there not needed... No, no ones died. … I need you to check Gwen over. … I don't know yet. …Ok. … Oh and Owen? I mean ASAP." With that last remark he shuts the phone with a snap. We sit in silence for the rest of the journey, and after a few minutes the Plass rolls into view. He didn't take me far, then.

We park in the hub garage and Jack comes round to carry me. He picks me up again because he can see from the look on my face that I can't walk. Jack puts me on the autopsy table, and I know I should feel the coldness. All I feel is numb.

Jack sits and waits for Owen with me. He holds my hand, silently conveying that he's there for me while I let the tears fall. After what seems like forever, Owen walks through the door with his usual swagger. He catches sight of me, stops dead in his tracks with shock and then runs over to my side. I know how bad I must look, but I didn't think it was that bad. Owen holds my other hand, and just looks at Jack with his mouth hanging open, silently asking what happened. Jack shook his head in response, and they both turn to look at me. It's time to spill.

"I went home after I left here, and found Rhys sitting at our table. He found out, Owen. About everything." I realize that Jack has no idea what I'm going on about, so I turn to explain.

"We had an affair… and weren't very careful. I had an abortion two months ago." My voice cracks again and both men grip my hands tighter. "He found the letter off the abortion place in my draw, too. He confronted me, and he decided I needed to leave. He'd already packed my suitcase." I stare at my hands, knowing my eyes are showing too much. "I was going through the streets, looking for somewhere to stay when this man grabbed me from behind. I think you can guess what happened then." More tears fall into my lap as both of them hold me tighter. We stay like that for ages, until Owen slips into doctor mode and releases me.

"I know this is the last thing you need at the minute, but if you were raped then I need to check you over." The regret in his eyes shows me that he really doesn't want to have to do this to me, but he knows he has to. I look at Jack, silently pleading. Not yet. He just looks at me with as much regret as Owen, and I know I have too. My eyes squeeze shut, I accept it and nod my head. Jack makes to get up, but I don't let him.

"Please don't go. Will you put a screen up, Owen?" He nods and Jack sits back down, reclaiming my hand again. I lie back and close my eyes, concentrating on anything but what Owen's doing. Jack keeps up a constant stream of meaningless babble to keep me distracted. Over an hour and five of Jacks ridiculous stories later, Owen finally finishes.

"All done, sweetheart. Just the general check to do now. You're doing amazingly well." I nod, relief running through me. The screen comes down, and Owen turns to face Jack.

"Go and get me a coffee, will you?" We all know the real reason, so Jack glances at me for permission and leaves when I nod. With Jack out of the way, Owen asks me the dreaded question.

"Do you know if he used anything, honey?" Owen asks in a soft voice. I shake my head.

"I thought as much. You'd best take this then." He hands me a paper cup with a white tablet in and a glass of water. "It's the morning after pill. Best to be safe than sorry." I swill it down, wincing at the after taste, just as Jack comes back with Owen's coffee. He shoves it on the side, and goes back to sitting next to me. Owen carries on with the staple checks, looking for broken bones and my pupil dilations. After he's done every test known to medical science, he lets me get off the table and gives me the verdict.

"Well, you'll live. You've got bruised ribs, a sprained ankle from when you fell, sluggish pupils and a hell of a lot of bruises and cuts. I've dressed them, but they'll need to be changed once a day to stop infection. I think a few weeks in bed dosed up with pain killers and you'll be fine." He smiles at me kindly and goes to get his coffee. I stifle a yawn and Jack is on my case in a flash.

"You need to sleep if you're ever going to get any better." I look at him, my eyes drooping.

"Fine, but where am I going to sleep? I've got nowhere to stay."

"Use my bed for now. I don't sleep much anyway, and if I'm tired later I'll sleep on the sofa." He just looks at me in a way which says 'Case Closed'.

"Are you sure?" He nods his head, and picks me up again. He carries me up into his office and down the hatch into what he calls his 'bedroom'. To me it looks more like a bunker. He puts me down on the double bed and goes to leave, but I grab his hand.

"Stay. I don't want to be alone." The tears fall at the thought, and Jack goes and sits at the end of the bed. He gets himself comfy, and starts reassuring me in a soft voice.

"Ok. I'll stay here until you wake up. No one can hurt you while I'm here, I promise." With this reassurance in mind, I rest against the pillows and attempt to rid myself of the images long enough to sleep.

………

His dirty hands roam my body, looking for zips and buttons. His breath hisses down my ear, sending shivers of repulsion running through me. I try to fight him off, but he's too strong. He's breathing down my neck, determined to get what he wants. He stinks of beer and stale chips, and his breath smells like he hasn't cleaned his teeth in weeks. Nausea fills me up like a drink, and it's all I can do to not throw up. Something cold slips round each wrist, and I realize he's handcuffed me.

"Don't even try to struggle, or I may be forced to damage your pretty little head." His words send an electric shock through me, and I'm momentarily paralyzed. The shock soon fades though and is replaced by sheer fear. The sickness builds up again, rising up inside me like the water level of a flooding river.

………

Screams wrack my body along with the nausea, and I can't hold it in anymore. I wretch and heave into the bin which Jack shoves in front of me. He rubs small circles onto my back and makes shushing sounds. After the wrenching stops I collapse back against him. He holds me tight and I realise I'm shaking uncontrollably. The last images of him play through my mind, tormenting me. I only saw a glimpse of him, but it was more than enough.

"Why me?" My voice shakes. "Why did he choose me? What have I done so wrong?"

"Nothing. I promise you, there's nothing you've done. This wasn't your fault."

"Then why did it happen?" I ask.

"… You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's his twisted mind that caused this, not you. Don't ever blame yourself for this. It's just one of those things." He kisses the top of my head, and we lean back against the pillows, my head on his chest.

"Do you want me to stay here, or move?" I'm still wrapped in his arms, and I feel safer than I have done all night.

"Stay here. I can't face being alone." He nods his head and stays put. I can hear his heartbeat through his shirt, and the steady rhythm lulls me to into an almost restful sleep.

……….

The next morning, I wake up alone. Panic strikes through me, and I desperately try to control my breathing. Its ok, he's probably just gone to the toilet or something. I think. Jack wouldn't just leave you without a note or an explanation. I try to get up and look for him, but my ankles still damaged and won't take my weight, so I settle for lying back down again and thinking about anything but the night before.

After a ten minute wait, Jack comes through the hatch with a breakfast tray, complete with a rose and croissants. He's obviously well practiced at carrying breakfast trays down here, he doesn't spill a drop of the orange juice and none of the plates even wobble. I wonder how many other people have slept in this bed. He turns around to the bed and faces me.

"Oh, you're awake. Your breakfast is served, Mi Lady." Jack puts on a superior air along with a posh voice, and I find myself playing along.

"Why thank you, Larry. Are the eggs poached?"

"I do believe so." He drops the posh voice and puts the tray on my lap. "Who's Larry?"

"Typical butler name. It was either Larry or Geoffrey, and I think Larry suits you better." He chuckles softly and I pick at the eggs. I still don't feel like eating, but Jacks made an effort and it would be rude to not try. The eggs feel like slime in my throat, but I manage to force down a few mouthfuls. Jack notices the look of repulsion on my face.

"Don't eat it if you don't want to. I just thought you might be hungry after last night." He looks at me kindly, and I realise he knows exactly what it feel like. "I know it seems like you will never get over this now, but eventually the memory does fade, and you return to normality. Food tastes right again, you no longer feel as worthless as something on the bottom of you're shoe, and the physical marks fade. It all happens sooner rather than later as long as you have people around you who love you." There is real understanding in his eyes, and I know that his words are true. He's living proof.

A/N- Go on then, what did you think? Is it finished off or should I finish the next part?