A/N: Another big thank you to Lady Clark, who wrote the rough draft for this chapter. Sorry I didn't respond to many reviews last chapter, but let me know what you think and I'll be sure to get back to you!

Gwen's POV

I woke up to find myself tied to something in a dank, dark place. I could feel cold metal behind me, I guessed I was tied to a pole. I was still in my wedding dress; I blinked trying to re-adjust to the light. I head was throbbing slightly and I had to wait a few seconds before the room stopped spinning. I was pleased to see that the dress was relativley clean, although held a few creases.

"Curls suit you Gwyneth," an American accent said, startling me. I wasn't alone, but was that a good thing or a bad?

I looked up to see a middle-aged man wearing a red jacket with brown curls…I'd seen him before…somewhere… He held up a mirror and I saw my reflection. My hair was done in elaborate, bouncy curls…I had a veil on.

"You need a finishing touch," he said grinning. He held up a costume tiara and placed it on my head. "Miss me, Gwyneth?"

"Who are you?" I breathed, and why was he calling me Gwyneth? It wasn't my name, but is wasn't far off. How did he know?

"Well, he wasn't kidding when he said you can't remember anything…shame, you were a good kisser."

The man cupped my face, I shook him off…I knew him…I didn't trust him…something about him makes me feel…sickened. And he radiated arrogance in thick waves. What possible reason did I have to trust him? I had been kidnapped and was now tied up, and I didn't have the first bloody clue as to where I was. Luckily, I was a police officer and was trained to deal with these types of situations.

"Listen sweetheart, I know I play the bad guy well…yes I have an addiction to alcohol, drugs, sex and killing, but I love him so much and I want him safe…besides something about ya makes me want to know you more," the corner's of his mouth tugged into a smile.

I couldn't help but blush; he was a charmer…creepy…but a charmer.

"My name isn't Gwyneth," I said. "It's Gwen, just Gwen. Cooper."

"I know, we've met before - like I said, you were a great kisser."

"I thought you said I was good, not great," I said, teasing him. Underneath that creepy…aura, I got the feeling he was a good man, I wanted to help him.

"Now, now Gwyneth, we all know you're an amazing, fantastic, wonderful kisser, but I can't stand here all day dishing you compliments. Jack needs us."

I blinked a few times. "Who?"

"Jack, Captain Jack Harkness, your boss, the guy you're in love with."

"I love Rhys," I told him, not that I expected him to know who that was, but I hoped the fact that I was in a wedding dress would tip him off. "I don't even know this Jack guy."

The man laughed "Rhys? That fat lump whose been cheating on you for the past two months?"

"You're lying," I said, not believing him. Rhys would never do that.

"Sweetheart, I may be a compulsive liar but I wouldn't lie about that. I've been stalking you for two months, you and your loving fiancée"

I shivered. He had been stalking me? For two fucking months? Who was he, and what was I going to do? "Why?" Tears stung my eyes. Why would he cheat on me? I'd done nothing but be good to him? I loved him!

He shrugged matter-of-factly. "Because Grey hired me to," he misunderstood my question.

"And who is Grey? What does he want with me?"

"Grey is a very sick man…and he wants you to hurt Jack."

Jack…that name…why does that name keep making my heart leap? Why do I have the urge to help this man who has done nothing but stalk me and then admit it?

"I'm scared sweetheart, I'm scared of what he's going to do with you and Jack, believe me when I say I have fallen for you…sweet mother of god I have fallen for both you and Jack…and he's going to kill me, because if I don't do what he says…this will go off."

He pulled the sleeve of his jacket up and showed me the most disgusting sight I have ever seen…a bomb glued to his skin.

Jack's POV

I woke up to a pounding in my head. My eye lids were heavy, but I forced them open. I was in a dark room, I couldn't see anything. I heard something scurry across the floor and wasn't sure I wanted to. There was the sound of water dripping from a pipe or something, hitting the ground in big droplets. I groaned and realised I couldn't move my arms - they were chained to the wall. I was also missing my shirt. There was something sticky against the side of my face, it was probably dried blood.

Blood. John. Fuck.

TBC...I just couldn't resist making Jack shirtless.