Before I start the second chapter I just want to say thank you to all the wonderful reviews I received and special thanks to Eleanor Harkness-Jones, Kaetie, DeannaJade and Mrs 11th for encouraging me to carry on with the story. So here it is. Also I want to apologise for taking so long to upload and I hope that you're not disappointed with the chapter. Please review I need to know if it's any good. So now here it is please please please enjoy.

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Ten Things You Didn't Know About Owen Harper

Owen used to be afraid of the dark. When he was little his brothers liked to play hide and seek when their parents were out. They only played when their parents were absent because they could play outside in the dark. Owen was the youngest of the four boys so they always made him count. Owen would walk around in the dark for hours calling their names and looking for them. It was only when he got older did he realise that the reason he couldn't find them was while he was counting they would sneak back into the house and laugh at him while he wandered aimlessly around the pitch black garden. Owen would like to say that he wasn't afraid of the dark anymore, but that would be lying.

Owen is allergic to peanuts. He found it out when he was five. His brother had gone round to a friend's house and had had peanut butter on toast for tea. When he came home he begged their mum to get some for them, eventually she gave in and brought him some next time she went shopping. Owen knew something was wrong immediately; his mouth had gone dry and felt like saw dust. His throat was constricting and he couldn't get enough air to his lungs, the world started to dim and then everything when black. When he woke up he was in hospital with his mum standing over him and tube down his throat. From that day on Owen hated peanuts.

Owen secretly loved Tosh. He never told her, never gave her any indication that he like her, except when he kissed her at that Christmas party but then he just blamed it on the booze even though he knew it was a lie. He knew that Tosh liked him but somehow he just couldn't bring himself to tell her that he felt the same way. He felt like everyone he loved ended up dying; Katie, Diane and he just didn't want to the same to happen to Tosh. Still he never stopped loving her till the day he died, for the second time.

Owen loved sushi. It was his absolute most favourite food in the entire world. The first time he had it he was 18 and he was going out round London on his first legalised night of drinking. Anyway he and his friends decided getting some food would be a good idea and settled on pizza. However instead of getting pizza they ended up in a sushi bar because Owens's mate had seen a girl he liked the look of. So they went in ordered sushi ate and proceeded with their drinking plans. The next morning Owen woke up with a killer hangover and the only thing in his fridge was leftover sushi from the night before. Since then sushi has been his favourite food and the only hangover cure that works for him.

Owen never wanted to be a doctor. Not at first. When he was about five he wanted to be a superhero fighting crime, saving the day and stopping the bad guys. Then when he was ten he wanted to be a Jedi after watching star wars for the first time, fighting aliens and keeping the peace. He never actually dreamed that's what he'd grow up to do, the aliens bit not the Jedi. But one day when he was sixteen that all changed. He was walking down the street when he saw the crash, he stopped and stared like everyone else on the street, but no one was doing anything and he acted on instinct. It was then after helping those people, after saving their lives he realised he wanted to be a doctor and for the first time he felt like his life had purpose.

Owen played the banjo. He started learning it as a joke; something he knew would annoy his mother. After a while he really started to enjoy it, saving up his small amount of pocket money to buy song books, he really put his all into learning how to play it properly. Then his mother came home one day, he must have been about thirteen maybe fourteen, anyway she was drunk and kept raving on and on about how he was a worthless son who would account to nothing and that he would end up just like his father. She kept on ranting and then she took the banjo right out of his hands and smashed it against the wall, all he could do was look on horrified and kept on smashing his favourite possession against the wall again and again and again. Afterwards he's say that he didn't care, that it would just a piece of wood, that it didn't mean anything to him. But it did. That was the day he realised just how deeply he despised his mother and how happy he would be to leave.

Owen loved his mother. If anyone asked him he'd deny it and say that she brought him nothing but misery, which was true. She lived to make his life hell: sleeping all day drinking all night, showering his brothers with gifts whilst giving him nothing and sometimes going days without feeding him at all leaving him to find food for himself. In the beginning his brothers would help him out, saving him food at meal times getting him necessities by pretending they needed them, but after a while they stopped and acted like he wasn't there. Then they left, one after the other until it was just him and his mother. Alone. From a young age he learnt to take of himself and he tried to make himself that he didn't care and that he didn't need a proper mum. But he did and he wished more than anything that she would love him as much as he loved her despite all the hell she put him through.

Owen despised Susie. He despised her because she took a cowards way out. She took people's lives after she joined the organisation created to save them. But more than that, she scared him. In Susie he saw what he could become if he let the job consume him as it had consumed her and that scared him more than any aliens could.

Owen missed feeling. Ever since he died the first time he couldn't feel properly. It was as if he was being punished for being alive even though he should have been dead. When Jack asked what he would miss the most he said drinking, eating and sex, which was true at the time, but he never thought that he would miss feeling someone's hand on his, or someone's breath in his ears, but he did. There were however, some times when he could feel and all of those times happened when he was in Tosh's company. When he was stuck in the room at the nuclear power plant he couldn't believe he had completely missed that it was Tosh who made him feel. It was in that moment when he knew death was imminent that he wished he could have seen it sooner.

Owen loved and hated Jack Harkness. He loved him because he showed him how to carry on living after Katie died; he showed how much more there was to world and how much more there was to see. He loved him because without him his life would have been so much more boring. He loved Jack because without him he wouldn't have met his family, he wouldn't have met Tosh. He also hated Jack. He hated him because of all those things; because of Jack he joined Torchwood and started to care for people which would only end in heartbreak as it had with Katie, because of Jack he couldn't live a normal life anymore because he knew how much more there was out there, because of Jack he died, twice, because of Jack the second time he died he couldn't see past his own death to see that Tosh was also dying. Because of bloody Captain Jack Harkness he met, fell in love with, and lost the best thing that ever happened to him without letting her know he loved her. Because of all that he hated Jack Harkness. He also loved him.

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