AN: I do not own Torchwood or any of the characters. They belong to Russell T Davies and BBC 2. I own the plot, except for any spoilers from season one and two of the series. I own the original characters. I make no profit from the writing of this story, it is for entertainment only.
Sacrificing My Love For You
Captain Jack Harkness, head of Torchwood three, sighed as he watched two of his closest friends and Torchwood agents. His resident Doctor resident undead Doctor, at that, Owen Harper. And then there was Toshiko Soto, his resident computer genius and technician.
He sighed, as he watched them doing their own respective paper work from the case they had just finished. The most recent alien threat targeted the youthful, namely very young children and teenagers. It would suck away their youth completely, turning them into a pile of bones and dust.
It needed their youth in order to survive.
Jack had done a lot of sighing ever since Owen was shot and killed. That sighing had multiplied in frequency after Jack used the second glove to bring Owen back, so everyone could say goodbye. Only that hadn't been the case. Instead of returning for a minute, he was still there after more then three years.
Things had been tough for everyone, obviously Owen in particular. Considering he could not die, he was already dead. His lungs contained no breath. His heart continued to not beat. Injuries never healed, and he never aged.
He didn't eat and drink, and never slept, he had no need for such things, things that the likes of Gwen, Tosh and Ianto took for granted every day. The only one who had the merest inkling of what he was going through, that was Jack.
Little did Owen know, was that Jack was going to do a ritual, allowing him to summon a goddess of love, life and death. Tosh knew, due to the fact she was the one who found the ritual, and was going to help Jack perform it.
There was only one problem that Jack was seriously unhappy about, but it was their only option. A sacrifice had to be made, in exchange for what was asked for. The price would be immense.
Jack knew it wouldn't be him who would have to deal with the consequences of the sacrifice. No; Tosh would be the one to endure those consequences, because she was the one who was in love with Owen. And it was love, boundless love that the goddess required.
Tosh was aware of this. She and Jack just weren't aware of how immense, and to what extent she would have to self sacrifice. Not only would the sacrifice affect her, but Owen also.