A/N I'm really sorry for not having updated in so long. But I found this chapter hard to write. And I was a little busy with school. But anyway on with the story

Chapter 4 – Remembering the forgotten

Now Gwen was getting worried. Owen had run out of the Hub almost three hours ago. Lois had walked in with a secret smile on her face a few minutes later. But now that smile was becoming a concerned frown. Martha and Mickey were sitting at their desks. But both had put down their paper work and kept shooting glances at the cog door hoping that Owen would come back soon. Gwen went down into the morgue and looked at two of the doors in particular. One held the body of Ianto Jones. Right now she longed for a single sip of one of his coffees. She also missed his company and Jack. She knew that Jack wouldn't come back after Ianto's death. He blamed himself. Jack also blamed himself for the other body she was looking. Gray. Jack's younger brother who had almost killed Tosh and they thought had killed Owen. He had also tortured John. Jack had forgiven his brother for destroying most of Cardiff. But he had never forgiven himself for leaving Gray all those years ago on the Boeshane Peninsula.

The sound of sirens could be heard and Gwen ran out of the morgue and up the stairs to the main area of the hub. Lois, Mickey and Martha stared at the door as it rolled backwards to show Owen Harper. All four of the Torchwood employees took a step forward and noticed the look of horror on his face. Gwen was about to hit Owen. But she noticed the tear tracks on his face and her expression softened to be replaced with one of confusion and sympathy. "Owen," she rushed forward and pulled Owen into a fierce hug. She felt his ragged breathing on her neck and tears falling down his face. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Show me the cctv for the past two years." Owen ordered. Lois hurried over to her desk and with a few clicks had the files up. Owen pulled away from Gwen and almost ran over to the computer. He opened up some files and quickly selected times and dates that he wanted to see. "Gwen look at this!" There were two days which had been wiped from the CCTV archive.

"I remember that we woke up in the conference room and couldn't remember anything." The others stared at the two of them in confusion.

"We didn't forget we retconned our selves. We forgot for a reason." Gwen's mouth fell open."And now to save Tosh we have to remember. "

"I'll see if I can retrieve the files," Lois said and hurried over to the computer. Gwen and Owen sat down on the couch and tried to search their brains back for what they were looking for.

Halfway across Cardiff

Toshiko Sato soon to be Smith sat all alone in her apartment. Something was bothering her. And she knew what it was. Adam's friend, Owen. She felt she knew him somehow but that wasn't possible. As she thought about it she walked around her flat and found herself in the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and was about to fill it when she glanced at the fridge. On the fridge door there was a faint outline of where a photo had been for a long time. But what photo was? She didn't remember a time when she had had a photo on her fridge. Yet from the colour of the area it had been there for a long time.

And yet suddenly she knew exactly what had been in that photo. It was a picture of her and Owen? That couldn't be right. She had only just met Owen. Or had she? There had been something overwhelmingly familiar about him. If there was one thing Toshiko knew it was that if she had moved the photo that seemed to contradict her memory she would not have destroyed it. Like with a computer program she would have left an escape route for her memory. She was suddenly hit by a wave of memories. There was a tiny cell she was dressed in a filthy orange jumpsuit, the memories changed she stood on the out on the plass, walking towards a black SUV. And then the strangest memory of all standing in an impossible room. The ceiling was far above her head and as a she watched a dinosaur flew overhead, a man in a suit walked over to her and handed her a cup of coffee. She remembered taking a sip of the coffee. She remembered thanking the man Ianto? He had smiled at her and walked away. Toshiko remembered looked around the room and then put a hand on the necklace she wore. It was green with a strange pattern on it.

The glass in her hand dropped to the floor and shattered into thousands of pieces. Tosh was pulled out of her memories and managed to let out a string of curses that would have made her blush normally. She was thankful for her boots that kept the glass from her feet. But as she went and to get a broom and dustpan she had another memory of that impossible place she was crying as she stood above some sort of pit that held an autopsy lab. On the table there was a body with a hideous bullet wound in its chest. She watched as the man in the suit came over to her and put his arm around her.

Tosh's body shook with every breath she took and she didn't stop crying as another man in a trench coat bounded into the room and began to speak.

"Tosh!" and yet again she was reluctantly pulled from her fantastic memories. She turned to see her fiancé standing in the doorway looking in shock at the glass which covered the floor. "Don't move!" he told her and stepping carefully he helped her out of the room. Once they were away from the danger of cut feet he gently cupped her face and placed a light kiss on it. As his lips touched hers she was reminded of another kiss one that held so much more passion than the one she had just felt. Tosh remembered standing in a hospital as a man frantically pressed his lips to hers and then pulled away quickly and smirked at her. "You're going to hate me for this!" And the man waved a small device at her.

Adam's eyes narrowed she was remembering and something had to be done.

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