Our Lonely Hearts

"There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.''

Author Note: This was something I have been planning for months I finally find the time to write it. The second part of this probably will be posted on Doctor Who section of the site you'll see why.

Summary: Owen Harper finds an injured woman in hub at a cold night in Cardiff and everything changes. A goddess comes back, powerless but determined to change the future she attempts to do something even the Doctor wouldn't be able to imagine.

Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Tosh, Gwen/Rhys, Rose/Doctor Tom/Martha/Mickey.

Time Line: After Meat, Before Reset

Part 1 - 1/?

Prologue

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.''

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There were so many different species out there. Brilliant, fantastic, beautiful creatures scattered around the endless space. But none of them would come here. Not here, not to this filthy violent, fifth level planet. He already knew that, he knew that from the moment he saw the creature in his fiancés brain, invading and destroying what ever was left from her. He knew it at the moment it killed her.

And yet he was working with an organization all about aliens. He was seeing death everyday, death caused by aliens and it didn't bother him anymore. It only reminded him the painful truth; this was what they had deserved. Prisoners and psychopaths from different galaxies, gathered here because only they would find this planet worth living on.

Humans, they were nobody in this bloody universe. They would breed only to destroy what they gain. Only to destroy themselves and the planet they live on. Owen Harper knew this, he was ashamed of himself, ashamed of the monster he had become. He had killed that creature they'd called a monster and became the monster itself. He wasn't sure if he was worthy of his title anymore. How could he be a doctor and kill at the same time? Was he a doctor really, after all those years? He didn't think so. Murderer would be a better fit.

Suzie had once said Torchwood changed people. Changed their views of life, their minds, their realities. When you were a cop you could see an outrageous murder, some kind of tragedy that would make you puke until blood comes out of your mouth. But being a Torchwood employee…

Things you would see would be with one, simple world; impossible. You couldn't possibly categorize it as good or bad or right or wrong, they would just be impossible.

Owen knew the day he had begun to see it normal, his change was complete. He was no longer an ordinary human being, he potentially was a murderer.

Not that everybody was like him. True, Suzie had killed herself and Gwen had killed others, true Ianto had a cyber girlfriend in their basement, and Jack, did he even had to think about Jack ? But Tosh, Tosh wasn't like them. She was desperate to be noticed and wanted to be forgotten. Tosh would never kill anyone, not if there is a choice, not if there is nobody in immediate danger. He knew that Tosh didn't really chose to be here for her it was hell or Torchwood.

She loved her job, so much more than he ever could. He knew that Tosh would never suffer because of her concience because she had nothing to be sorry for.

He had so much, so many deaths, so many betrayals, so many unspoken words. Some days he would just admit that he was a coward. Not that that day though, today that he was just a bastard who had no reason to live at all.

He sighed and stood up from his uncomfortable seat glancing at the clock. It was already four in the morning only three hours until Ianto's arrival. He slowly went to kitchen hoping to find something to drink, something containing high level of alcohol. Any thing was OK really, he was sure that Coffee Boy and the captain had something to have fun with.

He was right, there was a bottle of red wine already cold in the fridge, romantic than he thought, he took the wine and closed the door behind him. He was about to turn to the med bay to got drunk when the piercing sound of the alarms was heard and the hub flashed with red.

Reaching to his gun was his first reaction. There was it again, the instict of a murderer. His gun was loaded, his mind, his body was was ready to kill. He was thinking about the countless monsters he had seen over the years, anger was already building inside him, taking over his body. Possible invasion the Earth, destruction of Torchwood...countless possibilities.

But there was a voice, a voice so hard to hear and yet strong enough to tear his whole world apart. Somebody was crying, probably a girl or a woman or a very girl alien in pain. It was horrifying to hear and yet somehow the woman had managed to hide her pain behind tears. He had to accept it was a strange thing for an invader. He started to walk again, this time listening closely.

''Who is there ?'' he shouted before storming into the main area. He was surprised, mainly because he was expecting to find an injured two headed, twelve legged monster. Instead a girl was standing in front of him.

A girl twenty or so was standing there, trying to hold on to the Rift Manipulator not to fall down. She was holding a big gun in her hand and she was obviously in unbearable pain.

There were no visible injuries, he realized. Somehow something was keeping him from finding his focus, he was sure it wasn't the alcohol because wine bottle was left on the floor broken. It wasn't the lackness of sleep or hunger but he couldn't see the girl properly. The girl looked at him behind her blonde hair, she was no girl, she was a woman, and her hazel eyes locked onto his.

''Help me.'' she whispered. And in the corner of his eye, only for a moment he saw the blood coming out from her mouth as well as various places, then she blacked out. Before he could find the time to hold her, her tiny body collapsed to the floor.

I know it's bad but give me a chance, please ?