A/N This is for ca choel and Jazzieperson and anyone else who read and reviewed Just Kill Me.

Summary: What happens when a certain Torchwood member is tortured from the point of no return? If they were truly broken how would they change?

A little idea which I kind of hinted at in Just Kill Me, the idea returned to me when I was sunbathing today, which is kinda strange considering this story is pretty dark and not very sunny at all, but never mind. Enjoy. Reviews make me happy :)

He spat out a mouthful of blood. Fury etched on his features. Meaningfully he took two steps towards his victim closing the distance between them.

"You. Will. Never. Hit. Me. Again." He enunciated each word with a harsh kick. The man before him didn't make a sound; he just curled up, faint-heartedly trying to block blows. "Poor little Owen Harper, where's Jack this time? Has he just forgotten about you? I bet they're not even looking for you; he's probably too busy shagging Eyecandy." He grabbed Owen's jaw in his hand yanking his face around so that he was staring straight into his dull eyes. It was almost pitiful how quickly Owen had just given up. Sure he'd shouted his way to oblivion at first, fought back with all his might, but he soon realised it was pointless. Too soon for John's liking in fact, because where was the fun in beating the hell out of someone if they weren't even going to fight back. It was like punching a dummy. He wanted the challenge, yet he also wanted Owen broken. He was determined to try and find out if he could in fact have both, so far the answer was no, but he'd change that. "Nobody has ever cared about you Owen, you're useless. All you do is use people, but nobody ever really wanted you. The only person who ever cared was Toshiko and you never even noticed. Maybe I should get her here, use her like you should of." He saw the resolution in Owen's eyes, just before he saw the fist coming towards his head. He reeled backwards from the blow, swearing in indignation. Now this was more like it.

"You leave her alone." Owen practically growled, as he launched himself at John. John took his legs out from under him, and rolled him over so that he was lying on his front. John sat on Owen's back pinning his arms down with his knees, his hand forcing his face into the hard concrete, so that he was practically immobile. He lent forward so that his lips were almost pressed against Owen's ear.

"Make me." He whispered a smile playing across his lips. "Go on, I dare you Owen. Make me." Owen made an inhuman noise as he tried and failed to move. His face contorted into a mask of rage. He hated it, hated feeling so useless, so weak. The rage built up inside him until he felt like he was going to erupt with frustration. He detested John; he couldn't comprehend how anyone could act like this. How could he hurt him? How could he be so evil? Who did this to him? Then something changed, but everything stayed the same. It was just Owen's view that changed, because suddenly he could totally understand why John was acting this way. He was still fuming his whole body shaking, with pain, humiliation and anger, but now his fury was aimed at somebody different and not the man trapping him to the floor.

"Get off me." Owen mumbled his breath ragged from the pressure preventing his lungs from filling properly. "Let me go." John rolled his eyes, but got up anyway. He grabbed Owen's shoulder and turned him over, standing over him menacingly.

"Oh no Owen Harper. Somebody has to pay, and it's going to be you." John leered at his quarry. "Now get up. I'm not done with you yet, nowhere near done." Owen got to his feet, ready to be struck back down at any moment. He wasn't prepared for what happened next though. John just walked out of the door, leaving it open. He stared at it open mouthed, not daring to go anywhere near the opening. This had to be a trick; John wasn't just going to let him go, then as predicted John put his head back through the door. "Owen the bed is this way." John raised an eyebrow, as Owen shook his head slowly.

"No, not happening." His voice was shaky, no real refusal in the sentence. Owen's eyes frantically moved back and forth from the door, to John. He just couldn't, he couldn't even think about it. He wouldn't let I happen, it would not happen. John just beamed at him.

"Owen you don't have a choice." He said simply, but with a practiced authorative ring. He beckoned again, and was actually surprised that Owen didn't move. He thought he was broken enough to do practically anything, he hated being wrong. "Now!" Owen just stood firm, glaring at John.

"I said no. Never gonna happen." He articulated every word, a growing sense of surety rising through him. He was Owen again, not quite the same, but his determination and arrogance had returned and something else. Something that John himself had given him, he was fearless. He honestly didn't care in the slightest and that made him on a level playing field with John. They were both nonchalant jerks. Adrenalin pumped through his veins, as John stalked towards him. He pulled out a gun and pressed it to Owen's temple.

"Move." He whispered staring the doctor in the eyes and not liking what he saw there.

"Do it. I dare you." Owen whispered back, liking the look of confusion that swept across John's face. Both men smiled, now the challenge had really begun.

A/N Sorry it's kinda short I usually aim to get my chapters over 1000 words, I promise to make it longer in the future. Please review. :)