Tosh's eyes clamped shut as she waited. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. Ianto checked the machines he'd hooked up to her and shook his head.

"Nothing's happening." Ianto whispered.

"Come on Gwen…come on." Jack muttered, his eyes closed tight in concentration.

Tosh opened her eyes a tiny bit and peeked out. She gasped and pointed to Gwen's hand.

"Look." She shouted.

The machines behind Ianto began to beep, indicating a slow heartbeat. Ianto started his stopwatch. They looked down and saw her hand twitch slightly.

"That's it. Come on Gwen." Jack shouted.

"Heartbeat's speeding up and she's breathing." Ianto told them.

Gwen gasped loudly and opened her eyes.

"What – what's happening? Where am I?" She demanded.

"Gwen, just hang on in there. We'll explain soon." Jack told her.

"Where's Owen?" She asked, her eyes darting around the room. "Oh my God, why am I in the autopsy bay? Jack…I…"

"Two minutes. I think it's safe to say she's back for good." Ianto smiled.

Jack removed his hand from her head and beamed down at her.

When she saw the glove on his hand, she sat up quickly and flinched away from him, wrapping the sheet around herself.

"But…how…am I…am I doing what Suzie did to me?" She asked.

Tosh used her machine to check the energy flow from Jack to Gwen.

"Nope. You're both one hundred percent fine." She told them.

She grabbed Gwen into a bone crushing hug as tears spilled down her face.

"Erm Tosh…I'd be a little more comfortable if I had some clothes on." Gwen told her.

"Sorry." Tosh giggled through her tears.

She ran out of the autopsy bay to fetch her some spare clothes.

"How are you feeling?" Jack asked.

"Cold. My head's pounding and…what happened?" She whispered.

"You were ill when you were carrying your daughter and when you gave birth…you didn't make it." Jack explained.

"I was…I remember." She gasped.

Flashback.

Gwen woke up one morning and the room spun around her. Stumbling to the bathroom, she threw up into the toilet. She sat with her back against the cool tiles on the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest. Owen walked in and knelt down beside her.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Fine, it's just…morning sickness." She mumbled.

"Do you want to stay at home today?" He asked as he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"No, no. It'll wear off soon. I'll be fine." She argued.

As she tried to pull herself up, she stumbled and fell. Owen caught her before she hit the floor and steadied her.

"That's it, you're going back to bed." He told her.

"I can't. I've got to get Luke ready for school." She argued as he led her back to their room.

"I'll get him ready. You just get back into bed." Owen said firmly. She sighed and crawled into bed. "I'll bring you up some water, you just try and get some sleep. Before I take Luke to school, I'll send him up."

He placed a kiss on her forehead and left the room.

She vaguely remembered kissing Luke goodbye but everything after was a blur.

Over the next couple of days, it was the same.

By the end of the week, Owen wanted to take Gwen in to the Hub to do some tests but she insisted it was just morning sickness.

"Owen, I'm fine. Honestly there's nothing wrong with me." She sighed.

"I'd feel a lot better if you just let me do a quick blood test. What harm will it do?" He asked.

"You don't need to do a blood test. I'm fine." Gwen insisted.

Owen let it go for that moment but as the weeks drew on and there was no improvement, he kept on insisting he did the tests. As always, she'd refused.

A few weeks later, she woke up in a cold sweat and couldn't stop shivering. Her vision doubled and she could no longer get out of bed on her own. Jack let Owen stay off work to care for her.

"Gwen please, if you won't let me do the tests at least let me call another doctor." Owen begged.

She was too ill to protest so she sighed and nodded.

When the doctor came, he told them it was just a bad case of the flu. Owen told him how long it had gone on for and the doctor became concerned.

"In your condition, I recommend you go to the hospital. I can't see anything wrong with the baby but there's only so much I can do without proper machines." He told her.

"No, I'm not going to the hospital." She argued.

"Well I think it'd be a better idea if you did. However, if you insist then I'm prescribing you plenty of bed rest and water. Try not to get too stressed either, it won't help. If this carries on though, then I'm afraid you'll have no choice but to go." He explained.

Gwen groaned and pulled the duvet tight around her. No matter how many layers she wore or how many blankets she had, she just couldn't get warm. Owen watched her, full of concern before showing the doctor out.

"Are you sure she's fine?" He asked.

"Well as a doctor yourself, I'm sure you know it's not a good sign for her to be this ill whilst expecting. You must take her to the hospital if there are no improvements. I suggest you leave it only a week. There could be something seriously wrong that I can't find without proper equipment. Though I'd prefer it that she went in today." The doctor explained.

"Yes, thank you doctor." Owen said.

By this time she was nearing the end of her fifth month of pregnancy.

When she began to hardly respond, Owen took charge and took her into the hospital. The doctor's hooked her up to various machines and told him that the baby was fine. They were baffled as to why Gwen was so ill when they could find nothing.

Owen was suspicious that working for Torchwood had something to do with it and the doctor's machines weren't advanced enough to detect anything. If only he could get her down to the Hub, the equipment there would be perfect.

Gwen's skin turned ghostly pale and she could hardly open her eyes. When she did, their usual spark had disappeared and they'd become dull.

Her parents arrived days later while Gwen was sleeping. Mary entered the room, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. She grabbed Gwen's hand and looked down at her daughter.

"Oh Gwen. What's wrong with her? Will she be ok?" She asked.

"They can't find anything wrong with her or the baby and they said they'll both be fine. When I asked how long they thought it would last, they couldn't tell me." Owen explained.

"My poor baby." Mary whispered.

Gwen's eyes fluttered open and looked up at her mother.

"Mum…dad…" She mumbled.

"We're here duckling." Her father told her.

"You're…here…" She whispered.

Mary began to sob as she saw just how weak her daughter had become. She squeezed Gwen's hand in hers.

"Mary, don't worry she'll be fine." Geraint said, trying to reassure himself as well.

"Mum…it's ok…" Gwen whispered.

Seeing her mother so upset drew tears from her own eyes and she couldn't stop them from spilling down her face. She grew quiet as sleep took her over again. Even crying drained her of so much energy.

"Look, it'll be easier if you stayed somewhere close. We've still got the guest bedroom. It's a bit of a mess at the minute because we were redecorating but you can still stay." Owen told them.

Her parents accepted the offer.

Gwen grew stronger over the next few weeks and the doctor's allowed her to go home. She was still weak but she was able to do things for herself and she no longer came out in cold sweats.

Then everything changed.

The night she gave birth, the pain was unbearable. She held onto Owen's hand tight as they took a taxi to the hospital. Although he kept strong for her, she could see the panic in his eyes. He'd called the team and her parents who'd gone home after they thought she had recovered. They both tried to keep calm as Luke was with them but Gwen couldn't stop shaking.

As soon as they reached the hospital, the doctor's rushed her into the delivery room. The rest of the team had reached the hospital so Owen left Luke with them and went with Gwen.

"Owen, I'm scared." She admitted.

He gripped her hand tightly as tears flowed down both their cheeks. Though he wanted to admit it too, he knew he had to be strong for her.

"You're going to be fine, I promise." He reassured her. "I love you."

"I love you too." She told him.

"Luke's looking forward to his new brother or sister getting here. Tosh is having trouble keeping him occupied." Owen told her, trying to keep her spirits up.

She laughed through her tears.

"Tell him I love him." She whispered.

"You can tell him yourself. You're not giving up on me yet, do you hear me? Everything's going to be fine." He told her.

She looked up at him, not saying anything. Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him desperately.

"Mr Harper, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to step out." The doctor told him.

Owen felt himself being pulled away from Gwen as he continued to watch her.

"I love you." She whispered.

The door closed leaving her alone and terrified.

She remembered the pain, the white hot pain, seeming to last forever.

Then everything went black.

End of flashback.

"Gwen, are you ok?" Jack asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

When she looked up Tosh had brought back some clothes and they were all staring at her concerned.

"My baby, what happened? Did they save it?" She demanded.

"She's fine. You have a beautiful baby girl called Lucy Eve Harper. She looks so much like you, your eyes, the shape of your lips, everything. She reminded Owen so much of you…he found it hard to cope. They're fine though." He said quickly seeing the panic on her face.

She took the clothes from Tosh as the rest of the team left the autopsy bay to let her get dressed.

When she emerged, she met them in Jack's office. He sat her down in his chair and wrapped a blanket around her.

"Thanks." She whispered.

"You must be freezing." Tosh said.

Gwen nodded and smiled half-heartedly. It was still hard to take everything in. Tears streamed down her face. She needed to see Owen and her children. Needed to hold them in her arms again and tell them everything was ok. There were things she needed to know first.

"You brought me back…with...that." Gwen pointed to glove on Jack's desk, cringing away from it. He nodded and she decided she didn't want to know the details of how they found it. "Am I…am I like you Jack?" She asked.

"No, you're alive but you can still die. Everything's as it should be, I wouldn't wish my curse on anyone." He told her.

"How long have I…how long has it been?" She whispered.

"Almost a month." Ianto told her.

She gasped and held her hand over her mouth. Tosh, Jack and Ianto looked at each other and then at the floor.

"My parents, what do we tell them? Does Owen know what you've done?" She asked, trying to remain calm.

"Owen knows we were going to try but…he couldn't watch. He couldn't live through losing you again if it didn't work. As for your parents, if you don't mind…I think it would be a good idea if we retcon them so they don't remember…losing you. It's too complicated to try and come up with a reasonable explanation for all this." Jack explained.

She nodded and held her face in her hands. The thought of Owen's eyes looking at her like they had the last time she saw him filled her mind. It hurt to think of him like that. Luke's face flashed before her eyes and she thought of never being able to see him again. Then there was her baby girl. Her daughter she hadn't even met yet. She would never have witnessed her first word, her first steps, if Jack and the others hadn't brought her back.

"Can I go home?" She sobbed.

"Of course you can. I think we've made Owen wait long enough." Jack smiled.

Gwen felt the need to see him become stronger. She leant on Jack for support as she still felt weak from…being in her condition a few minutes before. He led her out of the Hub and into the SUV, the blanket still wrapped tightly around her.