Authors Note: Sorry on the two month long wait, usual reasons really. School can go die. But anyway, I managed to type this up over the half term when I found the muse to do so. And here we are. There's one more Torchwood episode to go after this, then I'll get onto the rest of season four with Doctor Who.

Things that are written like this. Are when Owen is possessed.

XOXO

Owen's body was placed onto the cold, metallic table of the med bay, a sheet covering him. Martha, now currently dressed in green overalls and a set of white plastic gloves, pulled down the sheet, revealing his completely lifeless face and the top half of his body. Me, the Doctor and the team minus Jack stood around watching. I already felt sick to the stomach, knowing what was going to happen. The Doctor had hold of my hand, ready to rush me out of room if I was about to throw up or have a break down. It was weird, I had known Owen around a day maximum, but I felt like I had lost someone incredibly close. He had saved my life, and he had slightly shown me a side to him, that I've never seen on the TV before. And now he was dead.

"The time is 21:30." Martha spoke into a microphone that was hanging down from the ceiling. "This is Dr Martha Jones. Autopsy on Owen Harper. Caucasian, age 27, Torchwood Officer 565. Time of death witnessed at approximately 20:30. Autopsy begins."

She put on a mask covering her face and moved over, picking up a large sharp object, sort of like a knife. I gulped slightly, and I felt the Doctor squeeze my hand. Martha moved back over to Owen's body bringing the knife closer to him. She was about to cut into him and I closed my eyes, burying my head into the Doctor's shoulder, when suddenly Jack barged through, pushing past the plastic curtain which made all of us jump in the process.

"Stop!" He snapped, making Martha, who hasn't realized he was there jump and look up at him. "Nobody touches him until I get back, is that clear?" Everyone just stared at him and he rushed out without another word. I sighed, letting go of the Doctor's hand and I ran after him.

"Jack." I called out, but he didn't even stop. "Jack." I tried again, but he still ignored me. "Harkness!" I snapped, sounding a little harsher than I had intended, but it had managed to make Jack finally turn around, even if he did look slightly annoyed. He said nothing, he just gave me a look that sort of said 'what the hell do you want?'. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere." He answered simply. I folded my arms, giving him a glare which made him smile weakly. "You'll find out when I get back, Kitty, I promise."

Oh yeah, Jack? Well I have better ideas. I thought to myself. He turned around again, about to walk off when I called out to him again. "I'm coming with you." I said, bounding up the stairs towards him.

This made Jack turn around once more, his eyes darker this time. "No." He shook his head. "She doesn't like it when I bring other people." I frowned at that. Whether he was going there was a women involved. Fine. But I had no idea how this had anything to do with Owen, and why no one was allowed to touch him. Like Jack had caught onto my thoughts, he sighed. "Look, it's complicated, but I've thought of an idea, and there's this girl that can help me. So just stay in the hub, make sure the others do too, and make sure no one touches Owen." Reluctantly I nodded, and he gave me another weak smile. "See you soon, Kitty."

And with that, he rushed out of the hub and into the cold, wet and dark streets of Cardiff.

XOXO

An hour. He had been gone a bloody hour. If this was his definition of soon, he was pushing it just a little bit. All the others had asked me where he was going, but I wasn't really able to tell them much. I didn't know much myself. Gwen and Tosh sat at their work stations, Martha and Ianto were sitting on the small sofa that they had, while the Doctor continued to pace up and down the hub, impatiently. I sighed, moving over towards the sofa, Martha and Ianto giving me a small smile as they moved up so I could sit next to them.

Just as I sat down, an alarm blared through the hub as the circular, cog shaped door rolled open and Jack ran through. He had a wooden box in his hands, and his white shirt underneath was covered in blood, well what I could see of it. "Jack?" I asked, but again he ignored me as he carried the box towards his office. Getting up, we all followed him, piling into his office. His back was towards us, blocking sight of the box and whatever was in it. "Jack? What have you got? What is it?"

I saw his arms move, slowly as he reached into the box, picking up whatever was inside it. He suddenly turned around, revealing what he had in his hand. I quickly took a couple of steps back, tripping up over something along the way. Thankfully, the Doctor managed to catch me. In his hand was the resurrection glove, or what Ianto liked to call the Risen Mitten. I think the title pretty much tells you what it does; it brings people back to life, but only for a short period of time… Well, normally. They had, had a problem with the other glove and an old member of the team a while back. They had to resurrect a woman called Suzie, who had Gwen's job before she died and Gwen got it. They had to bring her back, because of situations which I won't go into. But Suzie ended up draining the life out of Gwen, so she could live. They obviously managed to stop it and bring Gwen back by destroying the glove they had back then. But gloves do come in pairs, and Jack had found the second one. And all of us, except for Martha and the Doctor knew exactly what Jack was going to do.

"Oh my God." Tosh breathed.

"You can't use it. Not after Suzie." Gwen said, shaking her head, staring at the glove with wide eyes.

"I'm using the glove." Jack said simply, his voice telling us this wasn't up for discussion. "I'm bringing Owen back."

XOXO

The five of us followed Jack as he walked at a fast pace towards the medical bay, both me and Gwen hoping to try and persuade him out of this. We both wanted Owen back, sure. But our gut instincts were telling us this wasn't going to end well, especially after what had happened the last time. "Are you really gonna use that after what happened last time?" Gwen asked, only to be ignored. "Jack the gloves are dangerous. At best, it'll give us two minutes. At worst, it... Who knows what will happen?"

"It's not up for discussion." Jack told us.

"I thought the glove didn't work for you." I stated, making Jack turn to look at me, his expression hardened.

"Different glove, different circumstances." He told me, as Ianto set up the heart monitor, all ready. "This time it has to work for me. I'm not gonna give it any choice." I sighed, giving up as the Doctor joined me, taking hold of my hand again. "Okay, if you've got anything you need to say to Owen, now's your chance."

He placed the glove on his hand, before placing it behind Owen's head. I bit on my lip as the feeling in my gut got even stronger. I looked up at the Doctor, his facial expression was probably similar to mine. It was clear he didn't like what was going on, but he too knew that Jack wasn't going to listen to any of us right now, even him. I squeezed his hand and I looked back down at Owen and Jack, feeling him squeeze my hand back again.

"Owen, it's Jack, can you hear me?" Jack called out. Nothing. "Owen, hear my voice, get a hold of it. Let it draw you out, pull you out!" There was still nothing, not a word, and nothing on the machines.

"I'm not getting any vital signs." Ianto told Jack, but he still just wouldn't give up.

"Owen, it's me, Jack." He whispered. Suddenly a small smile broke onto his face and he nodded. "He's coming. He's coming."

The next second Owen's eyes shot open and he let out a loud scream. I jumped and I felt the Doctor jump as well from beside me. Martha placed her hands over her mouth in shock. We all knew what was going to happen, but it had seemed to take us all by surprise when it actually did, well everyone except Jack.

"What happened, where am I?" Owen asked in a panicky tone. "Oh my, God, I'm shot. He shot me!"

"Owen," Jack said in a calm voice, hoping it would calm Owen down too. "You need to listen to me, we don't have long."

"Where am I? This isn't hospital, this is the autopsy room. What am I doing here, Jack?" He suddenly came to realization and his eyes widened. I guessed he had felt the glove on the back of his head. "Oh, no! What's that? What's that?"

"The resurrection glove." Jack told him. "We lost you, but I brought you back."

Owen opened his mouth for a second but no words came out, not that I blamed him really. After a few seconds, he finally said something. "How long have I got?" he asked, looking at Ianto who was staring down at the stopwatch in his hand.

"We're at 30 seconds and counting." He answered.

"Oh, no. Jesus. Really."

"Okay, team, say your goodbyes. Gwen." He looked up at Gwen who was trying to find words to say, but finding none. I saw Owen roll his eyes slightly in the corner of my eye.

"Gwen, no offence, but I've only got two minutes to live!"

"Tosh." Jack said, signalling it was her turn.

"I'm gonna miss you." she said rushing up to him. She then took hold his hand, and squeezed it. "Goodbye, Owen." And with that she rushed back to where she had been standing on the steps.

"Owen, I need the code of the alien morgue." Jack told him. "You're the only one who knows it."

"You brought me back for that?" Owen snapped. "For that!"

"I'm sorry."

Owen sighed. "It's 231165. Okay?"

"I'm sorry." Jack said to him, kneeling down on the floor so he was roughly at his level. "I had to… to help you prepare. I know what death is, I want to be ready." Owen was speaking so quietly now that I could barely hear what he was saying, but I could tell he was scared, not that anyone could blame him.

"Two minutes." Ianto announced. That was it. Owen could be gone any second now.

"Jack, Jack…" Owen said, his voice shaky.

"Be brave!" Jack said, taking hold of his hand. "Owen! Owen!"

There was no response from him. His eyes fluttered shut as the heart monitor flat lined, signalling that he was gone for good. I tried swallowing down a lump that had formed in my throat, trying not to cry, and I could see Gwen trying to do the same as the Doctor pulled me into a hug and I buried my head in his chest. Tosh didn't seem to bother as her eyes welled up with tears, Jack exactly the same, still not letting go of Owen's hand.

"I'm really gonna need that hand back." A voice suddenly said. I frowned, recognizing the voice to be Owen's. I lifted my head up from the Doctor's chest, pulling out of the hug to see Owen, eyes open, completely awake. But there was no life signs on the machine.

"Owen?" Jack questioned.

"Two minutes, twenty." Ianto told him.

Jack jumped up, staring at the glove that was still on his hands, but way away from Owen. "Look, I'm not using the glove!"

"But I'm still here." Owen said.

"Oh, and here we go again." I sighed. "Great."

Jack let out a sigh in frustration as he pulled the glove off, chucking it. It landed near me, Gwen and the Doctor and the three of us quickly took a couple of steps back away from it. Owen sat up, turning to look at me for a short second before he turned back to Jack. "Maybe I cheated it somehow. Maybe I wasn't meant to die so I'm being kept alive." He was about to get up when he suddenly froze and looked around the room. "Ah, somebody pass me my pants, please. Woah!" he looked down at the hole that was still in his chest from where Professor Copley had shot him.

"It's okay." Jack told him. "I hate to say it, but you'll get used to it."

XOXO

Pretty much dressed, except for his shirt was still unbuttoned, Owen ran up the stairs out of the autopsy room, stethoscope in hand. He took it away from his chest, eyes widened slightly. "No heartbeat, there's no pulse."

Martha sighed, walking up the steps. "Owen, you can't lead the investigation."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because you're the subject of it." She answered.

"And you're dead." The Doctor added.

Owen's eyes switched from Martha to the Doctor and back again. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, we're sure!"

"Well, I'm okay." Owen told them, moving over to a screen near Gwen and pointing to it. "Look, there's electrical activity in my brain."

"That shouldn't be possible." The Doctor said, staring at it at the screen, shaking his head as he did so.

"Well, I'm still here." Owen pointed out. "And actually, I feel amazing."

"So where is the power coming from?" Martha asked.

"Suzie survived because she was draining energy from me." Gwen explained to her, the Doctor, the only ones who were sort of in the dark at the moment.

I nodded, looking at Owen as the idea popped into my head. "Owen could be doing the same to Jack."

The next second all the eyes in the room turned to look at Jack. His eyes widened as he held up his hands in some sort of surrender. "I feel fine."

XOXO

Jack sighed as we all stood in his office, his arms spread out as Toshiko scanned him with some sort of device. Everyone had become paranoid ever since me and Gwen put the idea of Owen draining Jack into their heads, me and Gwen included, the only way to stop it was to actually find out. Finishing the scan, Tosh looked back up to all of us.

"The Philemon Filter detects biochemical energy." She explained. "It's how we knew Suzie was draining Gwen."

"And?" I asked, wanting the answer more than anything else. "What does it say?"

She looked down the device again before shaking her head. "Nothing. There's no connection between them. It's not Jack."

"I told you, I feel fine." Jack said, moving over to his desk.

"So, what's keeping me ticking?" Owen asked. "I mean, the energy in my brain must be coming from somewhere."

Ianto walked past, the resurrection glove in his hands. As he came past me, I jumped back slightly, moving closer to the Doctor at the same time. The first glove had given me the creeps when I had seen it on TV back home, to see one in real life just terrified me even more, the fact it's brought Owen back for what I guess could be for good wasn't helping. And even then, the glove seemed different, and not just by looks, it was giving out a bad vibe to me, even worse than the one before did.

The Doctor had noticed how uneasy I was feeling, and placed his arm around my shoulder, making me feel much better instantly. Safer. But I could feel that he was tense. And I didn't even need to guess that I knew it was because of the glove. He didn't like it when people controlled life and death, no one should have that power. And the fact that Jack did have that power and never told him… It was obvious he didn't like it.

"This glove is different to the other one." Ianto pointed out. "Maybe different gloves do different things."

Martha scoffed. "How many are there?" She asked.

"Two." Ianto told her. "Well, they do tend to come in pairs. We fished the first one out of the harbour last year." Yes Ianto, because whoever dumped it in here probably wanted rid of it.

"But where does it come from originally?" Martha asked.

"Good question." Jack told her. "No idea." He then turned to the Doctor, a hopeful look in eyes that he may know. "Doctor?"

"Never seen anything like it before." He confessed, shaking his head. His voice then turned into a low mumble as he said. "Not exactly glad I have seen it."

Jack let out a sigh before he turned to Toshiko. "Tosh, do an analysis of the glove, see if you can find out." His gaze then turned towards Owen. "Owen, I don't need to tell you that you're under quarantine."

"You don't, and yet you still do."

XOXO

I sighed looking down at Owen who was sitting on the table in the autopsy room, staring at his hand as he flexed it. Martha and the Doctor had come up with some sort of energy tracker thing, and suggested that I should be the one to go give him the wrist strap. I knew it was an attempt to get me to talk to him, I hadn't said a word to him since he had come back from the dead. But then, what do you say to someone who's just come back from being dead? I'd have no idea what to say. And if I'm honest I was still slightly creeped out by the fact that he was alive, and the fact he was alive because of the glove.

Quickly, I shook the thoughts away. He was still Owen Harper. Still the sarcastic cocky little shit that I knew. Still the guy that saved my life just hours ago. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walked down the stairs to the autopsy room. Owen must have heard me as his head shot up to look at me, studying my face before smirking.

"You're kind of cute when you frown."

I just ignored the comment as I walked towards him. "The Doctor said that the energy from the glove is spreading through your body, changing its composition." I explained, revising the exact words that the Doctor had said to me. I unbuckled the wrist strap as I wrapped it around the wrist Owen held out to me. "If you keep this on, we'll be able to monitor changes when they happen."

"You've stopped flirting with me." Owen pointed out. I sighed under my breath, still saying nothing as I fastened the strap and stepped away; grabbing the other device the Doctor had given me to activate it. "I mean, it's all right. I wouldn't flirt with me in my condition either but, um…" he paused for a second as I held the device up to the wrist strap, pressing a button, causing the strap to light up with a blue colour. "Is it still necrophilia if I'm conscious?"

"What was it like?" I finally asked him. A question that had been nagging me ever since I had come down here. "To die?" I had heard on episodes of Torchwood that it was just darkness, there was nothing there. But this was a parallel universe; some things could still be different to the show.

Owen paused at that and froze, his back facing me. "I don't think I should say." He said, picking up an x-ray from nearby.

"And why's that?" I asked.

"I'm not sure the living should know." He paused for a moment, his voice going down to barely a whisper. "The living… It might change the way you live your life." He turned away again move over towards a light nearby, holding the x-ray up towards it, looking at it.

I sighed, walking around the table towards him, grabbing the x-ray out of his hand and turning him around. "You tell me right now, Owen. No excuses. You tell me."

He sighed, finally looking down at me again, his eyes looking directly into mine. "It's hard to describe, there aren't quite the words for it, you know. It's like, uh…"

"What Owen?" I asked grabbing hold of his hands.

"There was a light." He told me. "A tiny speck of light. And I was rushing towards it, like down a corridor, then it glowed brighter and brighter, then suddenly there were these gates," I frowned slightly, the story starting to sound slightly to familiar to ones you hear in stories. It was then that Owen's face turned from a serious one to a big, sarcastic smile, his voice becoming high pitched and girly. "These big pearly gates and there was this old geezer and he said, 'You've been a very naughty boy.'"

I rolled my eyes at him and whacked him on the back of the head, wiping the smirk that had been on Owen's face away just as quick as it had come.

"You slapped me." He whined, almost like the Doctor did whenever I slapped him.

"Yes, I did, because you're an idiot." I said to him as I walked away. "And I slap everyone who's an idiot."

"What so you slap the Doctor then, do you?" He said, sarcastically.

I nodded turning around to look at him. "I do as a matter of fact."

That caused Owen to laugh for a few seconds. That was until his face became all serious again and he turned to look at me in the eye. "There was nothing." He confessed. "Well, not that I can remember. Suzie said it was different."

I frowned, looking up at him, slightly memories of her coming back. "Yeah, didn't she say there was something there?"

Owen nodded. "Something beyond life, something in the darkness, something moving…"

The next second I knew, he was backing away, almost falling over. I ran over to him managing to catch him before he hit his head or something, but that didn't stop much. He was still flailing about, trying to wriggle out of my grasp, screaming out my name, almost like he was scared.

"Oh my God, Doctor!" I cried out, hoping the Doctor or at least someone would hear. "Jack! Help! I need help now!"

"I don't wanna die!" Owen cried.

I heard the sound of rushed footsteps and the next second the Doctor and Jack came rushing towards me, both of them taking hold of Owen as well as we tried to pull him up away from the table he was clinging onto. "What's happened?" the Doctor asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know, he just collapsed." I told them before turning my attention back to Owen. "Owen, can you hear me?" The next second his scrunched up eyes suddenly flew open and he stared at me, in horror. "Shh, it's all right, calm down."

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"I was in the darkness." Owen said through ragged breaths. "There was something, something there…"

"What?"

"What did you see?" I asked, trying to keep my tone as calm as possible in an attempt to calm Owen down too.

"I don't know." Owen replied. "It was… waiting for me."

He soon started sobbing, and I pulled him away from the Doctor's and Jack's grasp, pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing his back in circular motion to try and comfort him as he continued to cry.

But deep down, I was terrified myself. The glove had been given off a bad vibe, Owen was changing, and now there was something, on what I guessed was the other side waiting for him. And whatever it was, it didn't sound good.

XOXO

"Owen's body is going through some sort of transformation." The Doctor explained as we all sat back in the conference room. "His cells are changing instead of decaying like they're meant to."

"Changing into what?" Jack asked.

The Doctor shrugged. "It's an energy that neither of us can identify." Martha told us. "But it's growing all the time." Her eyes moved over to the screen and my eyes followed to see outline of Owen's body along with a percentage showed on it. "He's about 40% something else."

Owen shrugged. "I don't feel any different." His voice was still shaky so I gave him a reassuring smile, even though I didn't exactly feel good about it myself.

Jack let out a sigh. "We need to find out where this energy's coming from."

"Presumably it's from the same place as the glove." Tosh said. "And judging by its atomic make-up, it's not anywhere local."

"Owen said he went somewhere when he collapsed. Could the energy and the glove come from the same dark place?" Gwen suggested.

"What are we talking about?" Jack asked. "A different dimension?"

"Parallel universe?" The Doctor added. It was a possibility, if I was able to fall out of my universe and into this universe, then something smaller than a glove could probably do the same.

"Well, it's certainly not from mine." I mumbled, only enough so that the two people next to me could hear, which was The Doctor and Jack. The other guys didn't know yet, although I'm sure they were wondering why I was coming out with things I couldn't possibly know. But right now we had other problems at hand, so it's not the best idea to bring it up right now.

"Yes, guys, I'm still here." Owen pointed out, looking mainly at the Doctor and Jack.

"Sorry." They both said.

"Okay, you said there was something in the darkness waiting for you." Jack stated.

Owen gave a small shrug. "I felt it, I didn't see it."

"Where do you think you went?" The Doctor asked.

Owen shook his head. "I don't know."

XOXO

I let out a sigh at I perched myself onto Jack's desk, the Doctor slumping down in a chair next to me, as Jack sat down at his desk. The two of them started looking at bits of paper about things I had no clue about, the Doctor also looking at some alien artefacts once in a while. I, however just stared out of the window, not being able to get the glove out of my mind. An image of it shot up in my head, and I shivered, moving my gaze down to the floor.

"The glove." Jack said, pulling me out of my own little world that I was in. I turned my head around to see both him and the Doctor staring at me intently. "It really creeps you out, doesn't it?" I simply nodded. "Why?"

"I don't know. Ever since I saw it on the show, your show I mean, and I saw what it could do, it freaked me out then. But it's worse now, like seeing it's made the feeling worse." My eyes flickered down to the floor again. "And that one, it's different, I mean the feeling I get from it is worse than the one before, and now there's the thing with Owen…"

"It's not going to hurt you." The Doctor reassured me. "I won't allow that to happen."

"It's not just me that I'm worried about."

"It won't hurt him either." He added. "Or anyone." He grabbed my hand and squeezed it again for what was probably the hundredth time tonight, when Martha came in, holding the device that was tracking Owen's transformation which was now currently beeping rapidly in her hands.

"Have you seen Owen?" she asked looking at the three of us.

"He was with Toshiko." Jack told her as he glanced down at the beeping device with a slightly perplexed look.

"The energy in him just went off the scale." Oh crap.

The four of rushed out of Jack's office, looking all around the hub. "Owen." Jack called out, making everyone around us turn around the look. "Owen."

"He said he needed to loo." Tosh told us.

"Owen's digestive systems shut down." Martha reminded her. "He can't eat or drink, so he certainly doesn't need to pee."

"He's not answering." Jack said as Ianto grabbed his coat and he put it on. Knowing he was getting set off to go out somewhere to look for him, I grabbed my own coat from nearby and started putting it on.

"Well he's not the hub." Gwen informed us as she stared at a screen.

"You mean he's out there?"

"It's Owen." Jack said. "It's not like he's dangerous."

"Are you sure about that?" Martha asked.

"Meaning?"

"You had the power to bring people back to life." Martha said. "And you never told UNIT."

"Or me." The Doctor added. "Why?"

Jack sighed, turning around as he reached the door to the hub. "It never came up in conversation." He shrugged. "And as for UNIT, they would have wanted to use it."

"I'm on your side, Jack. But Owen's just had a surge of energy that we can't begin to understand. The cells in his body are being transformed into something else. He's about 50% human, and that 50% is dead." Martha said. "We need to stop thinking about him as Owen."

"We'll find him." I told them as I quickly followed Jack out of the cog like door. Once it closed, Jack turned to me like he had just realized I was there, giving me a look which if I'm right meant 'are you out of your freaking mind?'.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jack asked before he continued without getting an answer. "Kitty, it might not be safe."

"It's Owen." I said, repeating the words he used barely minutes ago. "It's not like he's dangerous."

Jack chuckled. "Using my own words against me, huh?" I just smirked as the next door opened and we both walked through it. "Fine, but it's the Doctor rules okay? Stay by my side at all times, don't even think about—"

"Wandering off?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Good." He said as we neared the SUV. "Now come on."

XOXO

Finding Owen hadn't been as hard as I previously thought. Using some software that was in the SUV, we managed to use the wrist strap that Owen still had on as a tracker to find out where he was. And like Jack had guessed as we got it all set up, he was in one of the many clubs in Cardiff which was slightly predictable. Although if we hadn't had the tracker it would have taken a bit longer to find him, given the number of clubs there are. We both managed to get in, just as Owen was about to leave. Jack quickly moved through the crowed and stepped right in front of Owen, blocking his path.

"How did you find me?" Owen asked. Jack just lifted his arm up, revealing the wrist strap, knowing that, that would be enough of an answer. However, Owen wasn't exactly up for taking any of it right now and immediately pushed him. "Get off me Jack. Do you know what you've done?" He pushed him again, making him hit a wall.

"Hey, hey, hey." I said, filling in the space between the two of them as I turned to Owen. "Just calm down, okay?"

"It's okay, Kitty." Jack told me. "Just leave it."

"You don't care about me." Owen continued, talking to Jack. "You brought me back for an alarm code!"

He went to walk away, but Jack quickly grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him back. "That is not why I brought you back." He almost growled.

Owen quickly shook him off again. "Have you got any idea what it means to know that your life it over? That that was it! That is Owen Harper's contribution to the world! You idiot!"

Managing to dodge me, Owen lunged at Jack. But he also managed to dodge out of the way of Owen's fist, causing Owen to fall into the table, which Jack immediately took as an opportunity to grab him. Owen didn't take it to kindly though as he started thrashing about, trying to get out Jack's grasp. I sighed, rushing over to try and pull them apart, knowing it wasn't helping. I managed to get to them, and begin to try and pull Jack off, but before I could succeed, a strong muscly security guard grabbed hold of me, another two grabbing hold of Jack and Owen and they pulled us to the exit, chucking us out.

But Owen didn't stop there, as soon as he was out of the security guards grasp, he lunged at Jack again, who immediately caught him and tried to stop him. This all caught the attention of a police officer, who ran over, breaking them up and taking hold of his arm. "Let's calm down, shall we?"

"Look, mate, I'm Torchwood." Owen said to the officer before turning back to Jack.

"Of course you are." The officer replied, as the noise of a siren filled the air, getting closer and closer. "And I'm MI5." Owen, clearly not having any of this lashed out, getting his arm out of the officers grasp. But not before the officer has him up against the wall and began placing a pair of handcuffs on him. Another officer, getting out of the car, walked up and also placed a pair of Jack.

"I'm Owen Harper." Owen said. "I work for Torchwood on special ops."

"Special ops? What's he on about?" Jack said, in a fake London accent which I just rolled my eyes at as he was moved towards the car. "Special needs more like it."

I sighed as I watched Owen also be moved over towards the car until I felt someone grab hold of my hands, placing them together. I looked up at saw the police officer; bring another pair of handcuffs out as he placed them around my wrists. "You too, sweetheart." He said as he started moving me towards the car as well.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

XOXO

I sighed and turned to Jack who was sitting in the cell next to me and rolled my eyes as Owen, yet again, ran up to the door and started banging on it. He had been doing this for what seemed like forever, not even getting the hint that no one was probably listening to him. And it was starting to give me and Jack a headache. "You call that number!" He yelled out. "You speak to Police Constable Gwen Copper! I want to make complaint!" And then once again he kicked the door.

"Oh my God, enough already!" I snapped at him, making him freeze for a second before turning back to me, obviously slightly shocked at my sudden outburst. "Thank you. Jesus, who knew dead people could be so loud." Owen just rolled his eyes at me as he kicked the brick bench opposite us.

"Stop it." Jack warned, and Owen turned to look at him. "You're dead. You break your ankle, what are the chances it'll knit back together? You want to add a wheelchair to your prob—" He cut his sentence of short as a strange noise came from Owen's stomach, and the two of us stared at him slightly confused. "Problems?"

XOXO

Okay, as if this night couldn't get any stranger. I thought to myself as I watched the slightly weird scene in front of me. Owen had taken to standing upside down on his head, against the wall in the cell, for the reason I wasn't quite sure of yet.

"I forgot, my digestive systems shut down." Owen told us. "The alcohol I drank is just going to sit in my stomach, it won't go anywhere."

"Couldn't you just you know.." I raised a couple of fingers up to be mouth. "Stick your fingers down your throat?"

"I'm dead." Owen stated. "It's just another one of those things, the gag reflex, lost in the process." He then slowly started to move his neck around and I raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hang on, hang on, if I can just line up my oesophagus, I…" The next second I knew, there was a gurgling noise and the alcohol suddenly came spilling out of Owen's mouth, all over the floor causing my and Jack to quickly move out feet up onto the bench.

"Oh! Oh, that is the single most disgusting thing I have ever seen." Jack exclaimed, staring down at the floor in disgust as the alcohol still kept coming up. "And I know disgusting."

Sure that he had got rid of all the alcohol from his stomach, Owen flipped back up onto his feet, which caused a sudden farting noise and mine and Jack's eyes quickly turned to look at Owen, horrified. "Sorry, guys, I forgot that does on for a while after death."

My eyes widened as yet another fart escaped as I turned to the door. "Oh my God. Please, someone. Let me out."

"But eventually that will stop, too." Owen carried on, ignoring my comment. "I'll fart my last fart. God, I'm going to miss farting, and sex."

"Sex more than farting, I hope." Jack commented.

"You take these things for granted. It's only when they're slipping away you realise how amazing they are." Suddenly he started moving around the room, like some sort of mad man, feeling the concrete. "This could be the last time I see these flecks or, you know, feel these bricks underneath my hands."

"'Only in suffering do we recognise beauty.'" Jack quoted.

Owen turned to him, his eyes winded slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Who said that?"

"Proust." He answered simply.

Both me and Owen looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You've read Proust?" he asked.

"Yeah." Jack nodded. There was a long pause before he spoke up again. "Well, no. We dated for a while… He was really immature."

"Typical." I rolled my eyes and Jack smirked, nudging me slightly.

"You know, none of us know whether to take you seriously when you say those things." Owen said, letting out a small laugh as he did so.

Jack shrugged. "When you've lived as long as I have, you don't make anymore up."

"You have forever. I could have seconds." Owen mumbled and I sighed slightly. "Hardly seems fair."

"It isn't." Jack told him, letting off another small shrug. "But then forever's overrated."

Owen shook his head. "Not from where I'm sitting."

Jack said nothing as he stood up from the bench, moving over to the one opposite where Owen was sitting. "If you've got forever, you don't notice the flecks on the concrete, or bother to touch the bricks. You send your friends into danger knowing the stakes aren't the same for you, that you might get them killed," I saw him glance at me for a moment, knowing that he still felt guilty that he had agreed to send me into the Pharm earlier today. Not only because I could have died, but because Owen did in fact die as well. "While you walk away unscathed."

"Why did you bring me back?" Owen asked. "Guilt?"

Jack shook his head. "No. That's not why."

"Then why did you? Really."

Jack sighed, placing his hand on Owen's shoulder. "Because I wasn't ready to give up on you." He told him. "I guess I was hoping for a miracle. And I still am." He paused for a moment before he smirked and pushed Owen away playfully. "Let's go home."

He heaved himself up of the bench and walked towards the door. I saw Owen's gaze move over to me, like he was inspecting me, waiting for me to say something. I never did though, I just smiled at him and he smiled back, and then the sound of Jack banging on the metal door brought me back into reality.

"Torchwood. Authorisation, Harkness, Jack. 474317."

XOXO

The three of us walked along the streets of Cardiff at a fast pace, in silence, neither of us had really said anything since he had left the station. Which had been around five to ten minutes ago. We turned a corner, into a small alleyway where the SUV was parked only to find that a strange humanoid creature was waiting for us. A Weevil, to be precise. He lot out a low growl, only for even more of them to come along behind us, growling just like he was.

"There's too many of them." Jack said. "They're after me; I stole the glove from them. Go." He told the two of us, but we still stayed put. "Go!" He said this time for firmer. "And keep Kitty safe."

I felt Owen grab my hand and he took off, me running along with him as he ran down another alleyway down the side of a building, my hand never leaving his. I don't know why, I just felt safer that way. I heard footsteps behind me, and turned my head for a second to see Jack was now just behind us. We were nearing the end of the alleyway when another bunch of Weevils appeared at the end, causing Owen to grind to a halt and me to smack into him.

"Woah." I said staring at them. "How many are there?"

"They must be really pissed off with you." Owen commented. Jack said nothing, grabbing Owen's free hand and dragging him around a corner.

We kept on running until we were lead to a car park and we ran up the first couple sets of stairs, hoping that we would have lost them by now. But our hopes were soon stamped on, when a Weevil suddenly appeared around the corner and we immediately turned around back to the door again, running up even more stairs.

Jack was well ahead of us, I only saw the bottom of his coat swish as he turned a corner a couple of stairs up from us. Me and Owen carried on climbing up them, only stopped when we couldn't see Jack anywhere in sight at all.

"Owen." Jack called out. "Kitty." We turned in the direction to see that he had gone through a door that lead to another level of the car park. Quickly, we ran through it too, joining him. The level was empty, with no Weevils in sight. Or at least that's what it looked like so far. Jack turned to the two of us. "Stay here." And with that he ran off, to check whether there was any lurking around.

Owen still had a hold of my hand, and I felt his grip on it tighten as he looked around. The silence should has been reassuring, after all, if there was any Weevils Jack would be shouting out or we would hear them growling. But it still felt eerily strange to me.

"Owen! Kitty!" Jack suddenly called out.

Next second there were heavy footsteps and Jack grabbed the two of us dragging us along, a bunch of Weevils hot on our tail. I let out a sigh as we began running across the levels again. I heard some growling from below us, and knew that there we even more on the level below as well. We ran all the way up to the top level, which was a pretty bad mistake given we were now surrounded. Jack quickly looked over the edge, probably seeing if we would survive the jump, which was obviously a no.

"Owen, Kitty, get behind me." Jack ordered, bring out his revolver.

"Yeah, right." Owen finally let go of my hand, pushing me behind the both of them, but he never got behind Jack as well. He just stood there, almost like he wanted to die now. "Come on."

Weevils rushed out from all entrances, gathering together like some sort of swarm, hissing and growling. I closed my eyes for a second, fearing what was going to happen next. But then the growling stopped and I frowned as I opened my eyes. The Weevils and gone to the ground, burying their heads like they were cowering away from something, but me, Jack and Owen were the only others here.

"Owen, what the hell is going on?"

I heard a distorted voice, and my head turned from Jack to look in the direction that the voice had come from, only to see Owen. My eyes widened slightly when I saw him, his eyes were completely black now, like he had some sort of demon possessing him. It certainly wasn't him talking though, that's for sure.

"Melkurian abatha duroc minus mil kabal!"

XOXO

Owen had quickly come out of it, but the Weevils still seemed scared of him, so it made it easy for us to leave without getting eaten alive. The drive back to the hub was silent, Jack drove and I sat in the passenger seat while Owen sat in the back, both me and Jack looking in the rear view mirror every once in a while to see if he had changed again. He was calm, a lot calmer than he had been before at least, but I could still tell in his eyes that he was scared.

When he got into the hub, everyone else was gathered around Tosh's computer. They had found something, and my bets were it was something to do with Owen.

"I shall walk the Earth and my hunger will know no bounds." Came from the computer, and my stomach twisted. I saw the Doctor's eyes widen slightly, still not realizing that we were back.

"Okay." He said barely above a whisper. "That doesn't sound good."

"I have a really bad feeling about this." Gwen added.

"Oh, yeah?" Jack called out, making all five of them turn around to look at us.

"You don't even know the half of it."

XOXO

Owen stood in front of one of the Weevils cells, with me, the Doctor, Jack and Martha watching. "So, you got chased by one of those?" the Doctor asked.

I nodded. "More than one, actually."

"Knew I should have tried to stop you from going out there." He mumbled, obviously hoping I wouldn't hear, but unfortunately for him I did.

"Oh, shut up." I nudged him in the arm. "I survived didn't I?"

"Only just."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him as I turned my attention back to Owen. He was still standing there, the Weevil slowly and reluctantly moving closer towards him. Owen placed one of his fingers through the hole in the door and the Weevil quickly backed away, causing me to frown just as I had done before.

"So I'm King of the Weevils, maybe even Weevil messiah." Owen said. "But whichever way you look at it, it ain't good."

"No, it isn't." Gwen said, walking through the door. "And I think it's happened before." She walked over to Jack, handing him pictures of what looked like ancient sketches, including a Weevil and the glove.

"Where did you find this?" Jack asked.

"I found it in an article about Black Death, and what you're looking at there is some of the first images of the Grim Reaper." Gwen told him. "'I shall walk the Earth and my hunger will know no bounds.' In legend, the person who said those words was Death himself."

"But there's no such thing." Martha said looking up from the pictures. I said nothing as I continued looking at Owen and the Weevil.

"Yeah, I'm dead. I'm not Death." Owen corrected. "There is a difference."

"Well," The Doctor sighed. "He might not know that."

XOXO

"Right, that wood carving dates back to the 15th century, to a small parish called St James." Gwen said, placing pictures down on around the table as we call gathered in the conference room once more. "When they heard about the plague they built a wall around the town. Unfortunately that didn't prevent a little girl from dying. So the legend goes, the priest performs a miracle, brings her back to life, but she doesn't come back alone. She brought Death back with her, and he walked amongst them."

"Are we seriously going to act on something she's googled?" Tosh asked, turning to look at Jack.

Jack simply ignored her. "What was the name of the priest's church?" Jack asked.

Gwen moved around the table back to her pile of research, which I had to admit was rather impressive. She skimmed through it all before placing her finger on a certain part, looking up at Jack. "Yep, St Mary's."

"That's where I found the glove." Jack said.

"Which makes the parish of St James the town that 500 years later would turn into a city called Cardiff." The Doctor added, looking at Gwen with a massive grin on his face. "Oh, you are good."

"What happened to the town when Death walked amongst them?" Owen asked.

"People died." Gwen answered honestly. "Twelve people. Death needed thirteen souls before it had a permanent hold on the Earth."

I raised my eyebrows. "So how did they stop it at twelve?" I asked.

Gwen shrugged, looking down at her research again. "It just says faith."

"Owen is changing." Martha spoke up. "Who knows what this energy is? What if it's making him a host, a gateway?" she suggested.

"I've been thinking there's something in the darkness waiting for me to finally pass over but I've got it wrong, okay?" Owen said. "It's the other way around. It's trying to get here through me." Suddenly the energy monitoring device started beeping and Owen's head snapped around to Martha. "What's this reading now?"

"80%" she told him.

"What happens when it completes?" Owen asked. "We fight monsters, what happens when we turned out to be the monsters, when I do?"

"Even if we have to fight you, you're already dead." Jack pointed out.

"And what do we do with the dead?" Owen asked, even though he of all people would already know the answer. "Come on, what do we do?" he asked again, this time more loudly and he didn't even wait for an answer. "You embalm them. If we inject a formaldehyde solution into my veins, it'll petrify my neural pathways and freeze dry my brain." My head shot up to look at him, my eyes wide again. "It's the only way to be sure."

XOXO

I let out a sigh and sat myself down on the floor near the med bay, leaned up against the wall and watched as Jack and Martha, the only ones really willing to actually go through with this, get the formaldehyde solution really for the injection. I heard footsteps and felt someone sit down next to me, I looked up to see the Doctor's dark, chocolate brown eyes staring down at me. I sighed, turning away again to continue watching Jack and Martha.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye?" I heard the Doctor ask from beside me.

"Why would I?" I asked, not turning to look at him again. "We don't really know each other."

"Maybe not." The Doctor agreed. "But you still cared about him."

I simply shrugged. "I care about everyone."

"Kat…"

"Can you just shut up, please?" I snapped, and the Doctor suddenly fell silent. I finally looked around, seeing that he had one of those little 'sorry' faces on, knowing that he had probably stepped on shaky grounds. I all of a sudden felt extremely guilty; after all it wasn't his fault. I let out a sigh, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Sorry." The Doctor said nothing, he just hugged me and I let out a shaky breath. The sound of the energy monitor beeping made both of our heads instantly turn around to Martha who was now looking at it.

"Owen's at 95%." She told us.

"Then let's not waste any more time." Owen's voice made me jump and I looked around to see him coming up the last step. I saw his eyes flicker over to me for a second and I quickly diverted mine to the floor. "No goodbyes."

He moved over to the table bed thing and I slowly followed, along with the Doctor going to stand with Jack and Martha. He sat down on one of the table chair type things and Jack and Martha strapped him to it.

"Are you ready for the first injection?" Jack asked. Owen gave him a look before he finally nodded. He looked over at Martha who turned around to the tray to get the needle, but she immediately jumped away when the glove that was also there started moving. I started to get the feeling in the pit of my stomach again, and I edged slightly closer to the Doctor. "Someone really doesn't like needles." We all watched it carefully, when suddenly it lunged at Martha, she caught it, but she was sent to the floor and she struggled to try and stop it from attacking her. "Lockdown!"

The Doctor and Jack rushed over to her, trying to pull the glove away from her while Martha kept screaming. Owen was trying to struggle out of the chair, while me and the rest of the team stood still like he were frozen on the spot, except for Ianto who suddenly rushed off somewhere, probably to get a gun or something to attack it. Eventually the two of them managed to get it away from her, chucking it across the other side of the room, and Martha scuttled over to me and I bent down to comfort her.

That hadn't stopped the glove though, as once it got its sense of direction back, it's started scuttling towards us. The two of us screamed, and quickly grabbed hold of the railing, climbing on it as Gwen and Tosh helped us up. At this time Ianto came back with some sort of hockey stick which I guessed he was going to use to attack it.

"Owen, don't move." The Doctor told Owen who was still to struggle out of the straps. He complied and stayed still.

We all stayed still, searching around the room for where the glove had disappeared too. I saw Jack give Ianto a look gesturing to the hockey stick, which caused Ianto to send him a glare before they continued looking.

"Where did it go?" Gwen asked.

"I think it went under the cabinet." Martha said, pointing towards one of the cabinets in the room.

"Are you both okay?" Jack asked the two of us.

"Mhm," I nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good."

There was a sudden scuttling noise around the room which brought us all back onto red alert. But every direction we looked, we couldn't see anything. Could it have turned invisible or something? Surely after all the strange things that had happened today, it couldn't get any strange and do that.

Martha leaned over the railings to look, and that's when it got her. It suddenly flew up, grabbing hold of her hand which made her jump and scream before it went straight for her face clinging out to it, sending her back into the wall. I quickly moved over, trying to pull it off of her, along with the help of Gwen and Tosh. Jack and the Doctor also moved over, trying to help. Finally it worked, and Jack had a hold of the glove, managing to chuck it away again. Owen, who now managed to get out of his straps, jumped out of the chair, and placed his foot on the glove stopping it from moving.

"Gun," He called out to Tosh. "Now."

"If you destroy it, the connection could be lost." Tosh warned him.

Owen ignored him, and turned to Jack, holding out his hand towards him. "Jack. Now!" Jack finally complied and chucked his revolver over to him. Owen lifted his foot off of the glove and immediately shot it. There was a sudden spark which caused us all to take cover, and then there was nothing left put a pile of ash on the floor. We all let out a sigh of relief that it was over, and that's when I caught sight of Martha and my eyes widened.

"Oh my God." I said, grabbing the attention of the Doctor and Jack, they also looked over to where I was looking and their eyes widened also. "Martha?" I bent down next to her, looking at her bewildered. Gone was the young, bubbly Martha I knew, and now she was old her skin wrinkled, her breathing heavy. "What's happened to her?"

"It's the glove." The Doctor said his voice slightly dark as he looked over at the pile of ash on the floor. "It did this to her."

"Owen, help us with her." Jack told him as he and the Doctor tried to pick her up. "Owen!" But there was no response from him. I heard the energy monitor start beeping again and looked up at the projection, he was now at 100%. The gun slowly fell out of Owen's hand, like he had no control of his body anymore, which was the case. His eyes were back to being all black again, and he had a sinister smile on his face.

"I will the Earth and my hunger will know no bounds." Next minute he let out a scream as he fell to the floor, a grey gas pouring out his eyes and mouth to form a cloud and Jack slowly stood up to watch it. The cloud soon formed he figure of a person and it began moving towards Jack before suddenly it lunged.

XOXO

We charged down the hospital corridor, minus Jack who was still in the car dead, waiting to wake up again. We had Martha lying on a hospital bed as Gwen and Ianto wheeled it down the corridor along with us. "Police Officer. I need a medic now!" Gwen shouted out, and quickly a group of medics rushed over.

I turned around and saw Owen slowly limping after us and I rushed over to him, placing one of his arms over me for support as he I helped him walk along a bit faster. Suddenly a now revived Jack rushed round the corner, and turned to me and Owen.

"Where did it go?" He asked. "Owen!" Owen simply shrugged as if to say he didn't know as pointed down to the end of the corridor where Martha was now being wheeled into a room. Jack sighed as he rushed over to where the rest of them were standing, watching, worried. "So, what happened to that thing?" Jack asked.

"It's gone." Gwen answered simply.

"So it's out there?" Jack asked.

"We needed to get Martha here." The Doctor said, as if that was the end of the conversation. "She's not well."

XOXO

After the medics had wired Martha up to some machinery, Jack and the Doctor went inside. I watched through the window as Jack and the Doctor held up a mirror for her to look at her reflection, and I gulped, wondering how horrible it must be for her right now.

"How do you know her?" the voice of the doctor helping her brought my out of my own thoughts. "I take it you're no family." I was slightly lost for words on how to answer that, but Gwen quickly swooped in and saved it for me.

"She's a neighbour," she said quickly. "We look in, do her shopping, collect her pension, that sort of thing, you know?"

"Her red blood cell count is through the floor and she's massively dehydrated." The doctor told us. "All of which has placed a considerable strain on her heart."

"You've got to help her." I said, the plea clear in my voice.

"We are." She told me. "But you've got to accept she's, what, eighty?"

"Just do what you can, please." I said and with that I walked through the door to join the Doctor and Jack with Martha.

"It must be Death." She said, her voice raspy. "Because it's stolen my life."

The Doctor sighed, taking the mirror away from her. "We'll find a way to reverse this." Jack told her as he walked away to the window. Me, the Doctor and Gwen following.

"Last time, back when Cardiff was a town, it killed twelve people." Gwen told him.

"So?"

"Why didn't it get to thirteen?" Gwen asked.

"And where does this thing about faith come into it?" I added.

Jack nodded, turning to look at the rest of the team. "Ianto, I need answers." Ianto nodded as he quickly got to work. "Owen, I want to back at the Hub. You're not safe."

Owen slowly looked up from Martha and up to Jack. "Jack, I'm free of it, I promise you, and I'm useful. I'm useful here." He said. "When it came through me, I felt it. I know what it is, I know what it wants, it's 'duroc.'"

"And what's that?" I asked.

"Hunger." The Doctor answered for him.

"Where do we look for it?" Gwen asked. "Where do we even start to look for it?"

Jack sighed, pulling a curtain to look out the window. My eyes followed him and caught sight of two Weevils, my mind flashing back to what they had been like with Owen. They only would have come here if what had taken over Owen was there. "I don't think we have to go far." I mumbled.

"It's here." Jack said simply.

"Why would it follow us here?" Gwen wondered out loud.

"I don't think it did." The Doctor said, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared out of the window. "I think it senses the near-dead."

Jack nodded as he moved towards the door. "If you were Death, wouldn't you target a hospital?"

XOXO

Jack had called straight in, getting them to evacuate the hospital and soon after that there had been alarm bells ringing everywhere. The Doctor and I had been given spare comms each, although the Doctor had been complaining that they were too big and he didn't need them. Ianto stayed with Martha, continuing the research Jack had got him to do along with checking the hospital communication systems every now and then, sending the information through the comms. The rest of us split off in groups of three, I decided to go off with Owen and Tosh, and the Doctor after a lot of reassurance, reluctantly left me and went off with Jack and Gwen.

"Owen, Tosh, Kitty." Jack called to us through the comms and we got into the lift. "We're on the sixth floor. There's fatalities. Seven of them." My stomach clenched as that. He was fairly close to thirteen. He certainly didn't hang about.

"I'm hearing of a fatality during a routine operation." Gwen added.

"Let's count that has eight." Jack said as he done the Maths in his head. "That leaves five to go." My eyes widened, did he say only five? That was not good.

"Oh." The Doctor said, also catching onto what I noticed.

"What?" Jack and Gwen asked.

"There's over five of us." Both me and the Doctor told them, my voice a lot more shaky than his.

I hadn't even noticed the lift come to a halt and the doors open; I was far too distracted in my own thoughts. But lucky, Owen had noticed and dragged me through the doors along with him. "Jack, if it was last seen on the sixth, did it go up or down from there?" he asked.

"Most of the upper floors are evacuated, so if it's still hungry, I was guess that it's gonna…"

Jack didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence as Owen interrupted him. "We're on the eighth, we'll make our day down." He sighed, grabbing my hand again as he dragged me towards the stairs, leaving Tosh to just follow us.

"Jack, we still have no idea what to do if we find it." Tosh reminded him.

"Ianto?" Jack asked.

"I have searched for the phrase, 'I shall walk the Earth and my hunger will know no bounds.'" Ianto replied. "But I keep getting redirected to Weight Watchers." I heard the Doctor snigger at that and I rolled my eyes slightly. Out of everyone he would be the one to find humour in any of this.

"It was a medical journal. History of medicine." Gwen told him. "Try under Tavistock or Wellcome."

XOXO

We walked out of the stairwell and through a corridor on the next floor below us. I quickly walked along, trying to catch up with Owen who was walking at a ridiculously fast pace. "We're on the seventh floor." Tosh told us, as she too struggled to try and keep up with him. The next second I knew, all the lights turned out, leaving us in the dark, hardly able to see. Owen froze on the spot, staring down the corridor, making me and Tosh stop as well.

"It's here." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can feel it."

"Owen, you're scaring me." I said, the feeling in my stomach becoming even worse as the time went on.

"I'm not exactly reassuring myself." He countered. "Come on."

We walked along the corridors, Owen using his senses to find him, but we still checked every room we came across. The corridors were completely pitch black, with only things like x-ray machines lighting then, and then only some of them. I could hear someone whispering, saying the exact same words that I had heard Owen when he was possessed by Death, and I knew that we were very, very close to him. Owen bolted down the corridor with me quickly following him. We reached a corner and turned to see a kid, a boy, not even a teenager, backed up against the door, staring in front of his horrified. I whipped my head around to see the cloud of grey gas not that much further down, surrounding a skeleton form as he walked along.

"Take my hand." Owen told the boy, stretching his hand out to the boy, but he didn't move. We both turned to see Death, getting even closer and quickly turned back to the boy. "Come on!"

Quickly, the boy shot up and ran, grabbing Owen's hand along the way. We met up with Tosh not that further along, and together we continued running, the only way we'd be able to lose that thing and buy ourselves some more time. We ran all the way down to the ground floor, seeing a set of doors, our only way out.

"I think we lost it." Owen said as he all ran towards the doors. Only for them to shut seconds before we got to them. "Maybe not."

"If I can access the correct frequency, I should be able to open the door." Tosh said, grabbing two identical devices out and handing one over to me. "Katherine, help me." I nodded immediately taking it as I tried my best to help her open the doors.

"What's your name?" Owen asked the boy.

"Jaime Burton."

"Right, Jamie, I'm Owen, that's Toshiko and Katherine." He said, pointing towards the two of us. "We're going to get you out of here, mate." He paused for a second; trying to work the computers, but found nothing that would help. "What are you in here for?" he asked Jamie.

"Leukaemia." The boy replied simply.

"Jamie, you're going to be fine, we'll have this door open in a second." Tosh said, trying to reassure him. The boy looked over at me and I just nodded, giving him a small smile before I turned my concentration back on opening the doors again.

"Jamie," Owen said, bending down so he was at the boy's level. "They got you in for a round of chemo, have they?"

"Had that, it didn't work." He told him.

"So why are you here?" Owen asked.

"They're trying to make me have it again." Jamie explained. "It didn't work, though, the cancer just comes back, just makes my hair fall out." He paused for a moment, looking up the stairs again obviously waiting for Death to come for him again. "I'm gonna die. I might as well do it with eyebrows." I turned my head around at that, looking at the boy sadly, not that he noticed. It seemed so sad to see someone give up on their life just like that, especially at such a young age.

"Ianto, what have we got?" Jack called through the comms.

"Back in 1479, the priest discovered that Death needed 13 souls to walk the Earth for eternity." Ianto told him.

"He stopped Death at 12." The Doctor added.

"It was Faith."

"Yeah," the Doctor said, clearly slightly frustrated. "We know."

"No," Ianto said. "The little girl that died and was brought back to life. Her name was Faith. She stopped it."

"How?" Jack asked.

"It doesn't say."

"Faith didn't have anything to lose," I heard Owen mumble. "She was already dead."

I saw him take Jamie over to a table further off in the room through the reflection of the door. I frowned, but I was unable to hear the conversation, so I just continued doing my best to open the door along with Tosh, looking over every now and then to where Owen and Jamie were sitting, as well as up the stairs to check if Death was here yet or not. Eventually, the doors beeped and they opened.

"Come on!" I called over to them and quickly Owen stood up, pulling Jamie along with him. He passed Jamie over to us and Tosh quickly took hold of his hand. Owen however, suddenly stopped, staying on the other side of the door, turning his back to me. "Owen?" Slowly he turned around, a slightly guilty look on his face. "You are not facing that thing on your own."

"I know what to do." He said simply.

"No." I shook my head, grabbing hold of his arm in an attempt to pull him over on to the other side. "We have no idea what we're dealing with."

"Oh, Kath—" Next second I knew, he pulled me closer to him, and crashed his lips against mine. I froze for a second, shocked, barely able to respond and it felt like everything came to stand still. The kiss was rushed, but was still soft and all too soon he pulled away, leaving me to stare at him, lost for words. "Oh, you're so going to slap me for this." I frowned for a second, unsure of what he meant. But all of it became clear when the doors closed, leaving him still on the other side and he lifted up a hand waving the device that had been in my hand only a few seconds ago.

My eyes widened and I started banging against the door. "Owen, owen, no. Open the door." I turned to Tosh, looking at her with hopeful eyes. "Can't you open it?"

She shook her head. "Not without both of them." She took walked up to the door, banging on it, but not with the force that I had. "Owen, what the hell are you doing?"

I went to say something, but the words never came out of my mouth as I caught site of Death once more, walking slowly down the stairs towards Owen. I gulped, frozen to the spot unable to move as I watched Owen place the device he had taken from me down onto the floor. "How long?" he asked. "How long can you last here with only 12 victims? There's nothing here for you! Owen Harper's soul has left the building. There's nobody here but us dead men." He slowly walked towards Death as it also slowly walked towards him, stopping as they both reached the bottom of the stairs.

"No!" I cried, banging on the doors again, my voice shaky with fear, fear of what was going to happen to him. "Owen!" I barely heard the cries from both Tosh and Jamie as I repeatedly hit my fist on the door. Death reached out a hand towards Owen, but he stopped it, grabbing hold of the skeleton like arm and they were soon in a full on brawl, both of them trying to over-power one another, ignoring me and Tosh and Jamie as he continued to bang against the door. "Doctor!" I cried down the comms, hoping that they would still be in there to stop him. "Jack!" I tried to wedge the doors open, but that was no use either, and I was slowly losing my strength. "Owen…"

There was suddenly a bright light, almost blinding Tosh, Jaime and myself. I could only manage to see as the Doctor, Jack and Gwen made it down to the bottom floor. I saw Gwen try to run towards Owen, to save him, but the Doctor and Jack grabbed hold of her, stopping her from moving any further and the light became brighter and brighter until I couldn't see a thing. I heard Owen scream, and slowly the light faded away, leaving just Owen there on his own, kneeling on the floor, but still conscious. Slowly the doors opened again, and I was the first one to walk through, walking straight towards Owen. He obviously knew what was coming, and looked at me with apologetic eyes as I smacked him across the arm, hard enough that he brought a hand up to rub it.

"Idiot."

XOXO

I sat on the metal table in the med bay with Martha and Owen either side of me. I stared at the floor, my eyes becoming droopier the later the night became, and the more tired I became. "So tell me, Doctor, is it worth starting War and Peace?" Owen asked, causing Martha to chuckle lightly from beside me. "I'm sorry that you got hurt. That I got you hurt."

"It's not me that I'm worried about." Martha told him. "You soaked up a colossal amount of energy, but it's dissipating now." She said, looking over to a screen again.

"That doesn't sound good." Owen commented.

"We don't know anything about its properties. Hell, the Doctor doesn't even know." I said, in an attempt to reassure him. "Who knows, it could take 30 years to go away completely."

"Or 30 minutes." Martha just gave a sad smile, hopping off of the table and walking up the steps, off to join the Doctor or someone. I sighed, about to go follow, when I felt a hand on mine and turned around to see Owen looking at me. "Stay with me tonight?" he asked.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Because, you almost died tonight. I did die tonight." He let out a sigh and shrugged. "And I just don't want to spend the night alone."

"So you chose me?"

"I can think of worse company." He smirked and I couldn't help but let out a laugh before his face turned all serious again, showing he was really generally scared about being alone. "Please?"

I heard footsteps and turned to see the Doctor looking down at us. I turned back to Owen and smiled a little, "We'll see." I let out of his hand, and slowly walked up the steps towards the Doctor, when Jack turned up also and Owen's head shot up to look at him.

"Jack." He called out to him, making him stop. "People died because you brought me back. Well, we owe them, you and me. I'm still a doctor, let's put me to work. See if we can't even that score."

"We'll see."

XOXO

Authors Note: So what do you think of Kat and Owen? Someone gave me the idea while ago now, and well, I thought Kat should sort of learn to love again, and then there was Owen. Doesn't mean she's going to be exactly happy about those feelings though, after all she still has feelings for Ryan, but maybe someone will give her a kick up the backside. Anyway, let me if you like it, or if you still prefer Katherine and Ryan.

Now I shall reply to anonymous reviews:

Ollie; OMG, seriously, thank you so much. You have no idea how much I smile every time I come across this review. It makes me so happy to know that some people love this story that much!:) As for the River Song mention, I am planning to go on that far. Seriously, I have plans going up to season 6 so far, already planning season 7! I hope your exams went well too, mine not so much I don't think, but yeah, thank you again. You're like my new best friend.