Chapter 11

He was dead. Jack was dead. He was lying on one of those bunks in the morgue. She stared at his face that had turned blue from the cold. Gwen was holding his hand while Ianto was staring solidly at the floor. Owen had his arm around her and she leaned heavily into him.

Gwen had stayed day and night with Jack. And when Ianto or Owen would get her out, Tosh would come for those small moments and sit next to him, talking to him and then she'd go just a few seconds before Gwen arrived.

But even if she had acted different she didn't think anyone would notice seeing as how they were all grief stricken. She'd even found Owen having a cry and had left him without saying anything. He didn't know and she wouldn't tell him.

She stared at Jack's face before they left leaving Gwen and Ianto alone with Jack. Please wake up she thought.

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"We should freeze him and lock him up" said Ianto. "No" said Gwen simply. "But-"he didn't have a chance to finish as Gwen turned to him fiercely, "I will not let you lock him up as another body. Because he's not. He'll get up. You'll see. All of you will. I believe in him. He told me he can't die and he won't now."

He put his arms around her and pulled her close. She broke down and sobbed against his shoulder. "He can't" she whispered. When they'd both pulled themselves together they pulled away. "Tosh is being really strong, isn't she?" said Gwen.

"Yeah" said Ianto "She wants him to come back but she's not showing it." There was another silence. "Do you still love him?" she asked. "Do you?" he shot back. They looked into each other's eyes and knew the answer. "Want me to take you home?" he asked. "I can't face Rhys yet" she said looking away. "You have to face him sometime." She nodded. "I know. Just not now." He nodded knowing it would be difficult for her when the time came.

"Want to come back to mine then?" She thought about it and nodded. Linking arms they walked taking a look at Jack before walking out. After all, they were just friends.

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Owen sat in a pub with a glass in his hand. Drowning it in one gulp he asked for another one. He thought about Tosh. The pain she must be going through even though she covered it so well. It hurt him to see her like that. Her eyes had lost that certain spark and she didn't smile as much as she used to.

It was like the Mary fiasco all over again.

They all suffered from Jack's death but he knew she was affected the most. Then Gwen and Ianto who'd loved him too. Probably still did. And then him. He'd always got annoyed with Jack and now he was gone all Owen wanted to do was apologise for all the bad things he'd said and done to the Captain.

Putting his head in his hands he sighed. "You alright?" said a voice. Looking to the side he saw a dark skinned girl standing there. She had her jacket slung over one shoulder and she was wearing jeans and a purple top.

"Fine" he said gruffly. "You can talk to me if you want." He looked at her, "Why should I? I don't even know you." "Yes but I will be leaving soon and I am sure if I ever see you again it will be a long time from no." He stared at her. Finally he nodded but did not say anything.

Sighing she said, "Let me start then. I am training to be a doctor. I go travelling with this guy and I've seen a lot of beautiful and not so beautiful things. I've seen some things that sometimes I think that I myself don't believe them."

He stared at her. "Well… are you going to say anything?" Coming out of his trance he nodded. "I am a doctor. I work for Torchwood, a secret club thing. I've seen things that you may not believe too." She nodded smiling. He smiled back. A real smile. For some reason he felt he could trust her. It was like they had something in common. Apart from the medical reason.

They continued to talk when a guy walked up to them. He looked around with distaste. Owen looked at him and realised that he seemed to fit yet he didn't. Like Jack. He was wearing a blue pinstripe suit with converses. He had brown eyes and side burns. He was tall, probably taller than himself.

"Come on. I've fixed the problem. We can go now." The girl nodded and finished her drink. She stood up. The man nodded at him and walked out. Wearing her jacket she smiled. "Well I had a nice chat with you. I really do hope I see you again."

Owen nodded smiling. She started to walk away before stopping and turning around as if she'd remembered something. "You know. We've been talking for so long I didn't even get your name." He grinned realising the same thing, "Owen. Owen Harper. And yours?"

She smiled before walking out. When she'd reached the door she turned and said, "Martha Jones."