Chapter 4

Jack held my lifeless body as I died. Tears dripped from his eyes and fell upon my cheeks. There was nothing anyone could do. I was dead.

Ianto placed a hand on Jack's shoulder, and tried to pull him from me, but the captain just stayed where he was. Guilt had overwhelmed him. Of course he would feel guilty in these circumstances, even though it was not his fault at all.

After thirty minutes, they stood to leave. Owen carried my body to the SUV where I was laid in the back trunk. Everyone remained silent as they drove back to the hub. When they got back, I was moved from the car into the hub, and was laid on the metal autopsy table. Owen, Gwen, and Jack stood over me as they studied my body. Ianto and Tosh stood above the autopsy bay.

Jack walked up the steps and to his office after a while. Ianto followed him. The captain sat on the chair by his desk, and the younger man leaned on the railing beside him.

"Too many people die, Ianto," the unsettled captain breathed heavily as he spoke. "Too many people die because of me."

"Jack!" Ianto yelled, seeming surprised. "This is not at all your fault!"

"She died to save me, Ianto!" Jack stood from his chair and hovered over the slightly shorter man. "She could have lived! I can't die. I would have been fine, but she still took her own life to save me." Jack's guilty face was now filled with anger as he ranted about the life he believed was lost because of him.

Ianto placed a hand on Jack's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "It is not your fault! Sir! Do not even for another minute believe it is your fault!" Ianto tried to comfort Jack, and helped him to his chair. After quite a long argument, the captain finally calmed down. "A lot of people die here. It is not your fault."

The two men stood up and exited the office, returning to the autopsy bay. The doctor was making final observations of my body for the death certificate. Gwen had ready the body tray that I would be placed on before I was frozen.

Jack opened the door of one of the long cryogenic tombs, and the tray holding my body was partially slid into it. Ianto kissed my forehead, and so did Owen.

Jack, Ianto, and Owen looked up at one another and spoke quietly. Their discussion was interrupted by a loud gasp. I sat up, breathing heavily, and trying to take in my surroundings.

"Gwen! Tosh! Come in here!" Owen had yelled loudly as the other two men lifted me from the tomb to the floor.

"How?" That was all the younger of the two men could manage, while the older man held me closely.

I coughed heavily and tried to stand. "Well, I guess it doesn't get better the second time, huh?"

The two women ran to the morgue, and greeted me with wide eyes. I didn't know what to say, as I was just as shocked as them.

"Jack?" I asked groggily as my energy was sucked from me.

"You… You are alive!" His face was more relieved than shocked as his deep blue eyes looked me over. I saw on his stressed face that he was trying to search for the right words. I did not hurry him, as I was very tired anyway. "You saved my life. I thought you were dead, but you are alive."

I thought back to when they were first explaining Torchwood. It had been said that Jack could not die. I wanted to speak, but couldn't find the words, or the energy. My expression must have shown this, as Jack carried me to my room and laid me on my bed. I didn't sleep for a long time more, but I sat there, alone.

I knew that I was probably being watched, either over CCTV or from the overhang above my room that had a one-way mirror, but I still felt alone. Why had no one tried to explain to me what was happening? I suppose they might not have even known.

When I finally drifted off to sleep, I was rudely greeted with a seemingly endless cycle of nightmares. I screamed loudly as I tried to wake myself up, but it didn't work.

I felt a hand on my forearm. I didn't know whether it was a part of my nightmare, or if it was real. It shook slightly, and was joined with a soothing voice. "Jessica," I awoke breathing heavily, to find Jack kneeling by my side.

"Shh," His soothing tone whispered to me again. "It's ok, you're ok…"

"Jack? I called quietly to the man beside my bed.

He sat gracefully on the very corner of my bed frame, and rubbed my shoulder. In my state of uneasiness, I curled up into Jack's arms. It felt nice to have someone who acted like they cared about me. I was worried that I had lost that after I died.

The two strong arms that wrapped around me made me feel safe and secure. I was eventually able to drift off into a nightmare-free sleep. I don't remember even dreaming at all, but I do remember feeling much more comforted throughout the night.

AN: There's chapter Four! I hope you all liked it, even though this was not my best chapter. Please Review! Ok, I am taking too long with this… Bye! I'll update soon!