Just to warn everyone there will be swearing/bad language etc. In this story.

Christmas At Torchwood.

Knocking Jack backwards off his seat onto his back Owen fell on top of him, "What are you on about Owen?" Jack cried.

In the struggle Jack only heard the following words, "...blood...healing properties...my life...I need it...help...help...please..."

"Owen it won't work," Jack told him in anguish, "Your heart isn't beating it'll just stay in one place."

"I've thought about that, if I stand on my head for long enough it will run to my brain, that will regenerate, restarting my heart which will..."

"You're babbling Owen," Jack said sadly, "It won't work..."

"Please just, just let me try!" Owen pleaded.

Jack hesitated before nodding and holding his arm out, "Do it."

Owen looks surprised, he had obviously been expecting Jack to put up more of a fight. He stood up, pulling Jack up with him before extracting some of his leaders blood and injecting it into his thigh. Slowly he balanced himself on his head, leaning his back slightly against the wall, his arms out in front of him for balance.

"How long are we going to wait Owen? How long until you realise it won't work," Jack asked softly.

"I've been testing you for months Jack, DNA samples left around the hub, only the blood contains regenerative properties. The rest of your cells regenerate because of its presence or something else, which I can't work out." Owen tried to explain.

"Okay Owen, that's kind of scary," Jack joked, frowning slightly.

Owen's body gave a sudden jolt and he began to scream, it was loud and high pitched, coming from the core of his very being.

Owen was experiencing the pain Jack had felt, his every death and his every regeneration, he flashed past a metal monster who sent a jet of light at him, Suzie, pulling the trigger and sending a shot through Jack's head. Lisa, the metal woman, putting her hand on his shoulder and sending deadly electric wave through him. He could see himself, shooting, and he felt the pain as the bullet entered Jack's head. Abbadon was towering about him and as his shadow hit spasms of pain went through his body as he continued to cry out. A man who sent a beam down a metal stick towards him, laughing hysterically. Soldiers shooting at him as he fought for his life. Pushed from a tall building by Captain John, his spine smashed as he hit a bench bellow.

"Owen!" Jack called, shaking him, "Owen."

Owen was now sitting on Jack's desk chair, his skin white as a ghost, and he was shaking violently.

"So much pain," He whispered, "So much pain..."

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Only several hours later, at around one in the morning, Christmas Day, did Owen recover. Jack had pulled up a chair and given a sobbing Owen a huge hug, falling asleep like that a few hours later, after talking through each and every vision.

"Jack," Owen asked tentatively, unfolding himself from Jack's arms, "Errr...Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Jack said, yawning and stretching out his arms, "How are you feeling? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Better," Owen paused, "All those deaths, that alien, a..."

"A Dalek," Jack said darkly.

"The Master? And your Doctor, The Doctor?" Owen said, his question rhetorical.

"You know everything?" Jack asked cautiously.

Owen didn't answer, "And poor Rose, Rose Tyler, stuck in a parallel world..."

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