Jack rushed in astounded by the scene unfolding before him. He'd just walked past the window and heard that noise, the sign of death the endless beep of nothing. He ran in, but not one doctor or nurse turned to look at him far too intent on their work. It couldn't...oh god not her. They were talking to each other rapidly using phrases he didn't understand. He yearned to go back and get Owen, he would know what was going on, would put it right, but he was fixated on her lifeless body, glued to the spot. Jack just stared at her, at the mania surrounding her, it wasn't real to him. It was all happening too fast. Oh God what if they couldn't revive her. He didn't want Gwen going to the place he had been so often, because he knew there was nothing just something evil moving in the darkness. Why the hell wasn't she waking up?

"Gwen bloody Cooper breathe now, I order you to breathe! Please" He didn't realise he'd spoke the words out loud, until a nurse came and put an arm around his shoulder leading him safely out of the room. A tear trickled slowly down his face. Not Gwen, not any of them. He pushed off the nurse's soothing hand and ran into Tosh's room. "Owen, Gwen she's... you have to wake her up." Owen's shocked eyes met Jack's and within seconds he was up and out of the room. They could hear his authorative voice through the wall, as he demanded her condition and told them to keep bloody pumping. Tosh looked frightened, her face gaunt. Jack went to her worried that she would collapse from trauma. He didn't say anything just held her hand. He couldn't look her in the eye, not when he knew this was all his fault, he would never be able to look any of them in the eye again. Tosh cried silently, shivering, she wanted Owen back, she wanted Gwen alive, she wanted to see Jack smile again and she wanted to hear Ianto's voice. Would she get any of her desires? They both blocked out the sound of the next room, as they closed their eyes, wishing to be sucked into dream world were nightmares didn't exist.

His eyes opened slowly, and he methodically took in his surroundings. A hospital he was sure, although a very expensive room from the looks of things. He was alone, which surprised him but only a little, it hurt a little too, but he assured himself there would be an explanation, they wouldn't of just left him. Then he quickly looked around checking know one was watching him, that he wasn't in danger. That he was alone. In his groggy state he tried to contemplate that word, should he fear or embrace it? It was good John wasn't here, but he still felt vulnerable. There was no one here to protect him, to support him. He shook his head, he decided he didn't like being alone. There seemed to be some commotion next door, people shouting. It sounded like Owen, but he couldn't be sure and was far too dizzy to check. He wondered how they all were, where they all recovered, was he the last to wake up, how long had he been sleeping? His closed his eyes trying to repel the pain brought on by so many thoughts. Ianto smiled, he was glad to find he had no other pain right now, he just felt numb. His eyelids drooped; he knew he needed more sleep before anything would make sense to him, so he succumbed to his dreams, which were much more pleasant than any reality.

It was very peaceful, wherever she was. Dark, extremely dark, but she felt safe. She never wanted to leave this place, she was far too content. Her feet were moving into the nothingness and she realised she was walking. She wondered where. Her nightmare had stopped and that noise, she was pleased about that. It was deadly silent.

That's when it her. What if she was dead? Maybe John had killed her? Would it always stay this dark? She started to run then although it made no sense, screaming to wake up, from her dream or nightmare. Or maybe she was screaming to be alive again, she really didn't know. Right now she didn't care either; at least it gave her something to do and created some noise in the silent darkness.

Two people were fighting for the same thing, in the same room, but they couldn't hear each other. One pumped the heart, kept the oxygen flowing, while the other fought to free herself from her mind, from her cage. The other doctors and nurses had taken a step away from the bed, believing that it was too late. Owen pretended they were wrong. The battle raged on, Owen intense on keeping the blood flowing, giving her chance. She still could wake up, she could. He insisted to himself and anyone else who tried to stop him. Jack walked in silently, holding Tosh's hand, letting her lean on him slightly. She needed the physical and emotional support. He staggered up to Owen and placed his hand lightly on his wrist.

"Let her go." The words were feeble, they disagreed with themselves. Owen noticed the doubt and shook his head, until Jack really wanted him to stop he wouldn't. He had to save her. Gwen was still battering against walls that weren't there, screaming at things that weren't real. Then she realised she had to let go. That this wasn't the way the end was meant to be. As Owen worked, Tosh shook, Gwen stumbled and Jack gazed emptily ahead, they all thought of the same thing. They thought the word goodbye. Owen knew this was it, it had been too long, and she was gone. Even a miracle couldn't bring her back. He cried inwardly, bellowed her name, because he couldn't lose Gwen. He would make someone pay for this. Tears were flowing down Tosh's cheeks; the Torchwood team just couldn't work without Gwen. She was the heart, the carer; the one Tosh knew she needed to be able to move on from this ordeal. Oh please... not her. Jack stared, he had no thoughts, no feelings just emptiness. He loved Gwen, in so many different ways and it was his fault she was gone. This wasn't right. This couldn't happen and neither could so many other things he'd seen and done. He acknowledged the truth let it fill him, before repeating his order to Owen, who immediately stopped and dropped to the floor, in a crumbled heaving mess. Tosh went to him and they lay there together united in grief. All but one doctor had departed, and now he looked down at his watch.

"Gwen Elizabeth Cooper, died at 5:55 on the 29th April 2009." Everybody jumped as they heard a shriek of no! Hope lifted them, but only Jack moved.

Gwen was drifting.

She knew she was already gone, but soon she would truly cease to exist.

Goodbye she thought...

She embraced the darkness, no fear in her at all.

She had been through worse than just not being able to see recently and this felt like a release.

She was finally free...

From Torchwood...

From Love...

From Jack...

Goodbye...

I loved you...