Ianto didn't find it hard to find them. There was one thing all the Torchwood team had in common, and that was there mutual affection for the quay side. Whenever they were sad they'd go there to reflect whilst gazing out at the River Taff. Today, the wind was brisk causing Tosh's hair to fly all over the place as if it had a mind of its own. Owen seemed to contrast, his hair and clothes barely ruffled by the breeze like it was scared of touching him. He walked towards them slowly noticing as he did Tosh's hand in Owens. Ianto smiled, maybe some things however few had changed for the better. At least Owens obliviousness seemed to have faded.

"Thought I'd see how you both were." Ianto said with just the right amount of nonchalant sincerity.

"We're fine." Tosh spoke without turning round her voice sounding like a whisper as the wind carried her words away.

"Lost your tongue Doctor Harper?" Ianto smiled raising a disbelieving eyebrow. Owen visibly shook himself, as though that would make the past few days disappear. He turned round now a forced grin on his face.

"Nah, just thinking. Why isn't that allowed Teaboy?" Yan wasn't fooled by Owens tone; he could see the pain behind his eyes. He shuddered when he realised, who Owen looked like, before pulling his jacket around himself more tightly as if he was cold.

"Coming inside? It's freezing out here." Ianto said taking Tosh's other hand which felt like an ice block. She stared up at Owen, who managed to smile back.

"Why not?" Ianto walked away leading Tosh, who every few seconds turned around to check Owen was still there. She grinned every time she saw him, swaggering behind them, hands in his pockets, he was still Owen everything would be fine. Tosh was deluded but Yan wasn't he saw the determined glint in Owens eyes and he didn't like it. He needed to speak to Jack and soon.

John watched a smirk spreading across his face. They couldn't see him from here but they were in plain sight. Firstly it was just Owen and Tosh, they didn't either appear to be talking and then eyecandy came along. He grinned as they walked back into the hub. Did Jack honestly think he would just let Owen go? That one little thing to Owen was enough of a payback. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled down the street in the opposite direction planning his big finale.

Gwen walked slowly up the stairs to Jack's office contemplating whether talking to Jack was a good idea. He made the decision for her however by opening the door before she reached it.

"You a snail or something? You want to talk, let's talk." He stood back leaving the doorway clear inviting her in. She took a deep breath and entered his office shutting the door behind her. He sat on the desk making things seem more informal, which is exactly what she wanted.

"It's Owen." She looked up at him with those wide child-like eyes, he knew the look instantly.

"It usually is." He smiled trying to break the tension, before going quiet to let her continue.

"He's not the same is he." It wasn't a question it was almost like she needed to say it out loud to check she was right.

"You noticed huh." He smiled trying to lighten the tone; he wasn't in the mood for a serious conversation.

"Jack." She chided, elongating his name so that it sounded like a whine. She looked at him her expression one of concern. He sighed trust her to need this now.

"No he's not Gwen. John changed him. You don't need to worry about." She looked confused at this. So he continued. "I might need to worry but you certainly don't." She went to speak, but he shushed her putting one finger to her lips. "Please Gwen, not now." There was an edge to his voice she'd never heard before, which made her swallow her question. She knew when Jack needed time and this was one of those moments.

"I'll leave." She said confidently, her usual flare returning. "It'll be fine Jack." She smiled, as they both shared a look of understanding. It was weird that Gwen was comforting Jack for a change, but at that moment it felt right. She closed the door behind her, as he slumped down on the desk.

"No it won't." He's whispered knowing all too well the truth in those words.

There was a knock at the door making Jack jump he soon regained composure though, calling for whoever it was to enter.

"I didn't expect to see you." There was genuine surprise in Jack's face which made Owen smile. He sat down without being invited and stared across the table at Jack. The Captain stared back, neither willing to speak. He got up and closed the blinds, not missing the nervous glance Ianto gave him. "Were you here for anything in particular?" Jack said as he sat down again.

"You didn't stop him." Owen spat anger filling his face. He hands balled into fists as he remembered exactly what Jack hadn't stopped.

"I tried." Jack whispered, not having the nerve to look into Owens eyes.

"Sure. Just like you didn't mean to hurt him in the first place." Owen's voice was full of malice, the sarcasm in it rife.

"I didn't." Jack said looking up suddenly, and gazing into Owen's eyes trying to read them. All he saw was anger and pain. What had John done? "What did he do to you Owen?" His voice was a whisper. He waited not knowing if he wanted to hear an answer.

"The same thing I'm sure he did to you on many occasions." Owen raised an eybrow his lips curling up at the side unattractively. It took Jack a minute for Owen's words to sink in and then another to comprehend his meaning. He opened his mouth to speak but just couldn't. "He's not finished. I know he's not finished." Owen spoke more quietly now, his voice tender causing Jack's stomach twist up. He wasn't sure which was worse, emotionless Owen or the broken man he could now see before him. Then he realised they were one and the same. He felt a burning rage whip through him.

"I'll kill him." Jack snarled, his eyes glinting as he resolved to do just that.

"It's your fault." Owen said it as though he'd said nothing more than that the sky was blue. He got up and left closing Jack in his office. Jack felt numb. It wasn't his fault, was it? Hadn't he been thinking this was going to happen since they had found Owen? Now what was he going to do. One thought flashed through his head. He was going to kill him. He was going to kill John Hart and he was going to do it soon.