I can't believe how long this took me to write. I hate exams!!!

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This chapter is Gwen's POV. I really hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters in it. If I did Gwen wouldn't be with Rhys. They all belong to the BBC.

"How many more times?" He shouts at me, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. "How many more times are you going to stay at work all night? You have to choose! Me or Torchwood?"

"You can't make me choose, Rhys!" I shout back.

He grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against the wall. "If you really love me, it won't be a very difficult decision."

I'm scared, I've never seen him like this before. I try to pull him off me. I push him back a little; the next thing I know, there is a sharp pain and blood starts to run from my nose. I stare in shock. Rhys tries to apologise, but I don't let him come near me. I back out of the room and out of the flat.

As soon as I'm out of there, I run to my car. I sit at the wheel, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. All of it too much to take in. I start the car and I drive to the one person I know I can trust. Jack.

I drive as fast as I can, careful not to go over the speed limit. I try not to think about what Jack will say and do when I get there, as the tears fall out of my eyes.

I arrive at the Hub and carefully walk in. No one else is here. They all left before me. But I can't see Jack. He's not in his office.

I sit on the sofa and bury my head in my hands. I try not to cry incase he is here, but I can't help it. I wish for Jack to be next to me. To hold me in his arms.

Argument after argument he has been there. Holding me in his arms while I cry. He's here for me again, for what I feel will be the last time.

I find that my wish is granted as I feel two strong and protective arms snake around me. I here Jack's soft voice. Telling me that everything's going to be okay.

I don't know how he can say that when he doesn't know what happened. When he doesn't know what it's like to be me right now.

When I stop crying. He pulls away slightly. I tense and pull him back. I don't want ever want him to let me go. I know he senses it's something more than an argument.

"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere." I here his soothing voice. He lifts my chin so that I'm looking into his eyes.

I see his face turn from a concerned expression to one filled with shock, anger and worry, as he sees the damage done.

"What happened, Gwen?" His voice thick of all three. "What did he do to you?" I can't stop myself anymore. I can't help but cry.

He wraps his arms around me again, rests his head on mine and listens to my story. I feel his grip getting tighter and tighter.

When I finish my tale, he tells me that everything will get better. I tighten my grip on him in fear and relief.

He takes my hand and leads me to the medical bay where he sits me down. I'm silent while he cleans my bloodied face.

He then ushers me back to the sofa. He sits next to me, brushes my hair out of my tear-stained face, "I'm not going to let any one hurt you again." He promises me. I give him a small nodd as his arms once again fold around me. I find I have no more tears left to cry.

Instead, I breathe in his scent and instantly feel a little better.

He kisses my forehead with a feather-like touch. "Stay here tonight."

I look at him, speechless.

"I'm not going to let you stay in a hotel."

He looks down at my hands and gently strokes the back of them. He give me a sympathetic smile that says everything I need it to. He helps me up, "I'll show you your room."

He leads me into his office, he opens his desk draw and fumbles around inside. He pulls out a key inside a small jewellery box. He then strides over to a door I never noticed before. He opens the door and gestures for me to go inside.

I carefully walk into the room and look around. The room looks nothing like the rest of the Hub. It looks like a bedroom in a normal flat - a soft light brown colour with a double bed, a medium-sized oak wardrobe, a small desk and chair, a sofa and a bedside table.

As I stare in amazement, I see Jack in the corner of my eye, opening the wardrobe doors and pulling out a neatly folded, clean shirt. He passes me the shirt and walks into the en suite bathroom while I change. His huge shirt swallows me to my thighs.

He returns from the bathroom and leans against the doorframe. He looks at me with a sad and sympathetic expression. His expression tells me he wants to keep me safe. Safe from Rhys? He senses I need another hug and walks towards me, his arms bundle me up to his chest. I feel like nothing can hurt me ever again. Like his arms are protecting me from the dangers of the Universe.

He whispers softly in my ear, "Do you want to go and wash your face?" I nod gratefully and slowly walk into the bathroom, leaving him in the bedroom. I walk to the sink and run the tap. I grab a flannel from the edge of the white porcelain sink. I stupidly look into the mirror and see the damage Rhys had done. I sub-consciously lift my hand and gently touch the purple bruise starting to form. I wince and sharply pull my hand away. The tears start to flow freely again

I see Jack looking at me from the bed. I turn around and he gives me another sad smile. He walks over to me again. He gently brushes away my tears and plants another soft kiss on my forehead.

He guides me to the bed and lets me climb under in. He wraps me tightly in the covers, tucking them under my chin; makes sure I'm as comfortable as possible. He tells me goodnight and starts to walk away.

I instantly grab his hand. He turns around again and looks at our hands. "Stay. Please." I beg him.

He nods in obligation and starts to undress.

He climbs into bed in a white t-shirt and jogging bottoms.

He cuddles me to his chest lovingly, holding me tight, not wanting to let me go.

He traces patterns on my back as the sound of his beating heart sends me to sleep.

Things will get better. Now that Rhys is out of the picture, there's nothing holding me back from having a good time.

I don't want this to end. I don't want to not be in his arms. I feel safe.

I feel safe in his arms.

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