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"Stop, right there."

Ianto stood on the top step of the autopsy room as the sound of the gun being cocked echoed in the pit. John turned from the empty container putting on a look of indifference though deep down he knew things were worse then they appeared to be and when he finally told the Torchwood team the truth, things were only bound to get more worse.

"Ah, Eye Candy. Just the person I was going to look for," John put on a phony smile.

"Jack's gone. I want to know what the hell is going on?" Ianto told him calmly.

"We deserve the right to know."

John turned to where Martha had just appeared also pointing a gun.

"Wait, what do you mean Jack is gone?"

"I mean he's out and about. No one even heard him get up," Ianto answered.

"But I didn't have anything to do with that," John defended.

"You brought those vases into our lives and now thanks to you we have a living dead woman and a suppose to be dead living man who didn't even make a sound walking around," Martha said.

"Jack said there were consequences. What are those consequences?" Ianto asked.

John sighed and looked up again only to see Owen also appear beside the railing.

"Andy and Tosh are doing a trace for Jack," he told them and then looked further into the pit. He squinted his eyes to look at the drawer number and then turned to Ianto slowly asking, "Ianto, who did we store in Container 113."

Ianto's face automatically paled as realization registered on his face. He quickly climbed down the stairs and moved John out of the way to look inside. Shock and terror didn't fail to appear on Ianto's features as he saw it was empty.

Suddenly John was on the ground clutching his nose. Martha quickly moved down the stairs to stop Ianto before he could do anymore damage.

"You let him out!" Ianto yelled.

"No, he escaped. Let me explain!"

"Have you learned nothing from last time?" Ianto yelled, Martha was holding his arms behind his back now.

"Listen, it wasn't me. It's part of Tosh's resurrection. One of the consequences."

At this Ianto froze in his place and stared at John with wide eyes.

"Ianto, who was in 113?" Martha asked.

Ianto looked up to Owen who looked just as scared as he did.

"What do you mean one of the consequences?" Owen asked.

"Maybe, if you listened to me in the first place none of this w-"

"-John, shut up," Martha interrupted and looked back to Ianto, "Ianto, who was in 113?"

Ianto was silent for a moment until he finally spoke the name, "Grey."

Owen hesitated for a moment, anger flashing through his face as he thought of Tosh's original killer, "Grey? Grey? Jack's brother, Grey?!"

"Yes," John sighed.

"John, I want to know everything right now," Ianto demanded clenching his fists in anger.

"Alright," John began to explain, "Jack was right in what he said. There are consequences to using the vases. Death, as you know slays hundreds of millions of people. In fact it can kill an entire universe because it was strengthened in it's containment. Jack, who can never die, absorbed it and I'm guessing is running around with Death in him with plans to kill those he comes across."

"And you brought this on us. What if he's outside the Hub? He'll be responsible for hundreds of deaths," Owen yelled.

"I didn't hear you complaining before," John shot back.

"What about Grey? How did he get out and what does it have to do with Tosh's resurrection?" Ianto urged.

"When someone comes back to life, this is what I heard, the cause of death comes back to life too."

"What if the cause isn't a person?"

"Oh, it's always a person. Let's say you were in a car crash. What caused you to get in the car that would lead to your unexpected death in the first place? Someone telling you to go pick up groceries? Someone's hounding of going to visit a grandparent. Someone not stopping you at all as you get into the car even though they had a bad feeling about it, but just never said."

"That's not fair," Martha said.

"Life and death isn't a fair thing," John answered simply.

"But what if that person is already living?"

"Then they die."

"What?"

"Opposite reaction. If you're alive you die. If you're dead you live again."

"But Grey was alive, when we put him in. Shouldn't he be dead?" Ianto asked.

"Technically he was dead from the beginning. When you froze him with the intention of never releasing him, he died. If you think about it, he was kind of like Owen, here."

"That's why you wanted to know if Dr. Copley was my original killer," Owen put in.

"Exactly," John explained, " You were originally suppose to live again. I took care of it so the man would have no chance of coming back at all."

"And how on earth did you manage that?"

"Making it so that the first moment he woke up, he would die again."

"But- you know on second thought, I don't even want to know," Owen answered.

"Best not," John agreed.

"But how did Grey escape then," Ianto asked getting annoyed.

"Was he scanned before being put away?"

"Yes."

" Everywhere?"

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright Eye Candy, who did the scan?"

"Jack, took care of it. You saw."

"Right, but did you double check? Jack wasn't in a good place at all at the time. How would anyone know if Grey didn't have something untraceable or really well hidden with him?"

"No one would know," Ianto said.

"Exactly."

"Shit," Martha breathed.

"That isn't even the half of it," John continued, "As you should well know Grey hates Jack with a passion. He is willing to do anything to make him suffer. Even hurt innocent people. He'll try and hurt you all. Hurt the city. Again."

"We can't tell Tosh," Owen said suddenly.

"What?" Ianto questioned.

"Owen, she has a right to know. No exceptions," Martha answered.

"She just came back and she's still freaking out about it even though things are beginning to settle in. If she hears that Grey came back with her, even though it's my fault, she'll feel terrible."

"Owen," Martha's voice warned.

"Just look at it this way, Martha. She isn't official Torchwood anymore and until she's reinstated she has no jurisdiction and Torchwood employees have no obligation to explain."

"She's going to find out soon enough," Martha argued.

"Well I'd rather it'd be later. It's better that way. I'm not losing her again," Owen stated.

"You have no right. When Jack comes-"

"Oh shit," Ianto cursed, "Andy!"

"We'll have to explain to the others too," Martha said quietly.

"I have a location," Andy yelled from above.

Ianto, Owen, John and Martha immediately made their way back towards the computers. Andy sat typing with Tosh leaning over, watching him carefully.

"Technically I had the location. Jack's signal is faint. Barely existing, but I crossed his signal with a sample of air from the downstairs conference room where he absorbed Death, Andy told me everything by the way. To make a long story short, he's still in the Hub, so that's good," Tosh turned to them with a small smile.

"I would have figured it out eventually," Andy muttered.

"Sure, you would have," Owen encouraged with an eye roll, winking at Tosh who blushed.

Tosh seemed to have adjusted quickly. Indeed, it almost felt as though it were like old times. Like nothing had changed at all.

"Geese, first Jack, then Owen, now Tosh. Are all you're dead people so cranky and sarcastic when they wake up," Andy said.

"Not necessarily, I mean…well…actually Suzie, was irritable too. Must come with the job or something," Ianto mused as he looked over the location on the computer.

"Crap," he suddenly said as he locked onto the location.

"What?"

"He's below the cells in one of the storage sections, but there isn't just one signal," Ianto said.

"Gwen?" Martha asked.

"Grab the gun, just in case we have to kill him again," Ianto said to Martha anxiously, "You too, Owen. Andy baby-sit John and Tosh."

"Wait, what the bloody hell is going on?" Andy asked.

"We'll explain later," Ianto answered.

"Do you think he's hurt her?" Martha asked.

"We might be overanalyzing," Owen suggested, "Jack could be absolutely fine and just went to get a quick snog with Gwen."

"Yeah, Owen," Ianto answered in a sarcastic manner, "Because Jack would actually do something like admit his feelings to her."

"And he would have told us if he was alright. He just got up and left without a word. That's not normal Jack behavior," Martha put in.

"Actually, when you think about it, it IS normal Jack behavior. Love 'em and leave 'em, that's the kind of thing he'd say," John said.

Ianto ignored him and already started down the stairs, his gun in hand. Martha and Owen followed. They were just down the first set of stairs when they heard a scream.

Gwen breathed hard into Jack's hand which still covered her mouth and kept her from screaming out as the pain burned holes in her mind. His eyes were pitch black, his teeth bared as low intimidating growls erupted from his chest. He reminded her of the shape shifter at her wedding or even something more paranormal and alien then usual. His whole persona was dark compared to when he was her Jack. It scared her.

"Aren't you a pretty one? I see you in his mind. What makes you so special?" Jack snarled, but Gwen knew that it wasn't really Jack speaking.

His voice was still his own, but it held more malice and hid everything about him that she had come to know and love. She wanted to answer, to question to him, to try and relax him and let her help him, but his hand refused to let her answer.

Tears trickled down her face, but not because she was frightened or overwhelmed. The pain was unbearable. She was trying to focus on the ceiling, the wall behind him. Anywhere, but his face and eyes. They only added to the burning sensation that radiated from her head and body. Her whole being was on fire, the pain burnt her and she wanted to scream it all away, but his hand stopped her.

"You escaped too," he suddenly said.

He cocked his head to the side and looked at her, "I have no claim on his soul and I have no claim on yours. When you die you scatter into time and space and reincarnate when…"

His hand moved slowly away from her mouth and down her chin, stopping at her neck as realization hit. Her breaths came out short, but she remained very still and quiet. She was finally able to look into those black pools, but as she stared she felt like she was drowning. Drowning in dirty, black, cold water and her burning skin cooled somewhat. He didn't move from his position. His eyes bore into hers, but he wasn't really seeing her. He didn't say anything for minutes until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Jack, are you still in there?" she whispered.

His attention snapped right back to her and he growled a menacing sound that scared her. Jack was in there somehow, but he had no way of communicating with her. This thing, Death, as it were was using Jack's body as a host. She guessed in any normal body that person would just die along with body because it was weak, but because Jack could not die, Death was able to live through him.

He moved quickly. So quickly she wasn't sure when it happened. Jack's hand moved to her temple and her mind went on fire. Gwen screamed out as loud as she could. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground crying out. Jack laughed a malicious, evil laugh as he let his hand go.

Her whole self felt weird. Different. She no longer saw the world through a naked eye, but more of a visual eye. The pain had numbed. Well, in her mind at least, it no longer felt like her head was splitting into two. And when she was finally able to lift her head high enough to look upon his face, black radiation was massively drifting off of him.

He looked at her with mocking, laughing eyes.

"Help me."

Oh, great, now she was hearing voices inside of her head.

"Gwen, please. Get it out," Jack's voice sounded in her mind.

Oh, crap, she thought, as it dawned on her. Just like in 1869, she could read Jack's mind. She was somehow tapping into him, now. Her mind possessed psychic tendencies just like that of Gwyneth. She was a psychic, in a sense of the word.

"Gwen, you can get it out. Please," he called to her.

"How," she communicated back.

"Think. You've done it before."

Jack grabbed her arm and with amazing strength threw her across the room hitting a shelf full of random items.

"He doesn't like it when I do that. He's yelling even. I wonder why that is. This human emotion thing, it really is quite…interesting. I think I'm going to quite enjoy this...this life. His body is most comfortable," the phony Jack spoke.

Gwen's hand was holding her head. The side of it was bleeding. The way he had just thrown her mercilessly…she just had to tell herself that it wasn't really him. He would never do this to her. But he was doing it now, a little voice said. He couldn't control that though.

"Please, stop," she cried.

He looked at her, really looked at her. And a thoughtful expression crossed his face as Gwen tried to pick herself up.

"His memories of you," he spoke, "there so…"

He moved again, too quickly to be seen and slammed her against another wall. She yelped as her body made contact. Her arm cut against the stone of the wall. Something was sticking out. He seemed to notice.

"He dreams of touching you," he spoke moving his hand up her scraped arm.

His hands were icy and a shiver ran down her spine, but not in a good way. She was too frozen to move. The way he was looking at her scared the shit out of her and she just wanted her Jack back.

"He dreams about holding you, how you would feel as you leaned into him," he spoke, his hand stroking her hair, but not in a comforting way.

In fact the gesture only made him seem more intimidating.

"Think, Gwen. It'll come to you."

"Can't you just say it!"

"He dreams of never losing you," he murmured, "Of kissing you…"

And it suddenly clicked into place. It was just like with Abbadon only she couldn' t help, but wonder how this was the solution when it made absolutely no sense.

Before she could regret it she moved her head forward and locked lips with his roughly. She moved her hands into his hair pushing his head forward, holding it in place, so he couldn't pull away. She closed her eyes telling herself this would be over soon and her Jack would be back.

'Jack' closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling as tiny gasps escaped from both of them. To her surprise he kissed back too. In fact he threw in some tongue and his hands only moved lower and lower. She only wished it was really Jack she was kissing and not the thing inside him.

His eyes widened suddenly as he realized what she was doing and he struggled to push her off of him. She gripped tighter. She had every intention of getting rid of this thing completely. He pushed at her shoulders trying to move her away, but she clung harder. She didn't release him until he finally pulled her hair with hard force. Gwen cried out and pulled away.

She wasn't prepared when he raised his hand and slapped her across the face. She fell to the ground, her hand instantly going to her cheek. She turned her face up to him, removing her hand only to see even more small traces of blood. But that wasn't as important as to what was happening to Jack.

"Gwen! Gwen, open the door! Are you alright? Is Jack in there? What's going on?"

Jack's entire frame was shaking violently. He let out a piercing yell and Gwen covered her ears still continuing to watch. She watched as the cloud that covered Jack in her vision began to dissipate into the air. Knocks resounded in the background as the others tried to get in. Jack let out one last scream and Gwen scream with him as black light completely filled the room only to disappear.

Both Gwen and Jack's breaths came out in gasps. The energy was gone now and he had returned to her. Her Jack. And just as everything cleared Owen, Ianto and Martha knocked down the locked door.

Gwen's cheeks were wet, her face hot and red. She remained on the ground staring as her Jack came back to into being. He kneeled just inches in front of her, but she was too afraid to go to him just yet.

She had never seen him like that. Even though it wasn't really him, it didn't stop the things that he did from coming into her mind. How he had banged her ruthlessly against the wall, sear her head purposely, slapped her and made her bleed like that. Never in a million years could she have pictured what was just done to her being done by him. But he did. And that scared the shit out of her knowing what he was capable of and that she was never an exception.

Owen and Martha pointed their guns at Jack as Ianto moved to Gwen.

"It's alright, it's alright," Jack told them hands raised, "I'm me again. It's okay."

"How do we know it's really you?" Owen yelled.

"Last Christmas you and Ianto got so pissed you made out for a full ten minutes before you realized who you were making out."

"I did?" Ianto questioned.

"Oops, forgot. You retconned yourself afterwards," Jack added.

Ianto shook his head in disgust, before turning to Gwen, "Gwen, are you okay?"

She nodded, but she didn't feel like that at all. She felt like she was falling a part. The walls were closing in and she needed air. She was drowning. And then when she wasn't drowning, she was burning.

"Gwen," Jack reached out to her..

But she immediately scrambled back.

"Just stay," she yelled to Jack raising her palm to him, "Please, just stay where you are. For now."

"What happened?" Ianto asked Jack.

"I don't remember," Jack shook his head, answering honestly.

But he had an idea of what happened that sickened him to the core, that he couldn't allow himself to believe. He couldn't lie to himself, however, when the bruises confirmed it though and instantly his insides urged to come outside. Terror registered in him as he looked upon the face of Gwen. She was just as scared of him as he was of him right now. And he never wanted that.

A long time ago, Jack came to the conclusion that Gwen was an overall strong individual when she was just being Gwen. When she was Rhys' Gwen, she was normal individual with a life of many possibilities. But when she was Jack's Gwen, she was completely and utterly broken because of the many times he had hurt her unintentionally. This only made the top of his list and as he stared into the depths that held the soul of Gwen Cooper, he couldn't help, but think how much more shattered she was and how it was all his fault.