Okay, just gonna warn you, this is a little scary, and quite graphic, so turn away if you dislike that kind of thing. This Stroy is gonna have a bit of horror in it too. I hope you enjoy :):)

Owen sat in his cell after his visit from Valentina. That visit might have been his blessing. He had been stuck in this jacket for days now and nothing seemed like it was going to change. He'd keep asking them for Jack and they would keep ignoring his pleas. Valentina listened to him and made him feel like a person again. Not some animal that they caged in a cell.

Doctor Davis appeared at the doors of his cell along with two large men dressed in blue and after clicking a few buttons the door opened. The two men moved swiftly toward the Englishman, grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

"Where are we going?" Owen cried.

Doctor Davis led the way. "We're going to see Doctor Henderson."

"Why? I haven't got anything else to say!" Owen struggled against the men.

"You don't have to say anything at all."

This worried Owen. Usually when he visited Doctor Henderson they would go over and over everything that he had already said. This time was different, it felt more violent. Something was going to happen and it wasn't going to be good.

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Owen was slammed against the wall of the hall. "Stay there." Davis snarled. He moved towards a door and knocked on it lightly. Soon Henderson answered.

"Ah, you have him? We can begin." Henderson smiled.

Davis nodded at the men who dragged Owen into the room. It was only small but on the opposite wall there was another door. They pushed Owen onto a chair and held him there.

"Now, I'm going to take the jacket off. Can you stay still?" Davis asked as he looked directly into Owens eyes.

Owen nodded and Davis unclipped each little harness until his arms were free. This new found freedom did feel good but it wasn't long before he found himself restricted by the large men in blue. They pulled him off the chair and across the room to the other door.

Inside Owen's eyes became wide with fear. "What's going on?"

"Don't be frightened. You're going to be okay." Henderson smiled and signaled for the men to strap Owen to the single bed in the middle of the room. A large monitor sat beside it along with a table carrying a few little bits and pieces he could not identify.

He began to struggle. "Don't touch me!" It wasn't long before he was pinned to the bed and his wrists were being strapped down. Soon he was completely strapped to the bed and the men in blue had already left the room.

"Now just relax." Henderson soothed as he picked up a few things from the table.

"What are you doing?"

Henderson turned to face Owen and in his hands were a few little round rubber stickers with clear tubes with wires inside them coming out from the centre of them. Owen followed the tubes which connected to the large machine by his bed. He pushed the first sticker to Owen's left temple much to Owens displeasure. He followed that by attaching the second sticker to his right temple.

"What is that? Bloody tell me!" Owen growled.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions." Doctor Henderson answered.

"I've told you everything!"

Henderson clicked a few buttons on the machine and it beeps softly. "Okay, now this Captain Jack Harkness, does he exist?" Henderson asked.

"I've already told you he does!" Owen hissed.

With that Henderson pressed a button and the machine sent an electric shock down the wires and into Owen's brain.

Owen moaned in pain. "What was that?" He looked over at Davis who was recording everything that happened on a small video recorder and a clipboard in his arm. He looked back at Henderson who was taking down notes in a small note pad. "What's happening? You're not seriously experimenting with Electroconvulsive Therapy?" He looked from doctor to doctor. "Oh my God! Don't do this!"

"Does this Captain Jack exist?" Henderson asked again.

"Yes! What do you want me to say?" Owen answered.

Another shock surged into his brain, this time more intense. He cried out in pain as his body tensed up making his back bone arch. Soon the pain faded but lingered in his body.

"I will ask you again, is Captain Jack real?"

Owen gasped as he clenched handfuls of cotton sheets in his fists. "What do you want from me?" He yelled.

"Is Captain Jack real?"

"Stop please!" Another bolt of electricity pulsed through Owen's head causing him to arch in pain along with wails of pain that echoed through the room.

"Is he real? Is Captain Jack a real person?"

"Help me somebody!" Owen cried.

"Answer me!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Tell the truth!"

"Yes, he is real! It's the truth!"

Another bolt surged through his brain leaving him in a state of agony. Owen bellowed in pain.

"Is Captain Jack Harkness a real person?"

Owen lay on the bed as he caught his breath. He had to lie, he had to tell them what they wanted to hear to stop his brain from frying and maybe captain Jack Harkness didn't exist. Because if he did why wasn't he stopping this?

"Well?"

Owen closed his eyes. "No…"

"Say that again, but clearer."

"No…" He took a deep breath and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Captain Jack does not exist."

"Good. And this Torchwood, tell me about it."

Owen closed his eyes tighter. "It doesn't exist ether. It's just in my mind."

"Why do you say that Owen Harper?"

A tear fell from his eye though he tried to stop it. Maybe this was true and it was all in his head. Maybe every word he was speaking right now was true. "Because if it did, you would have found it by now."

"Exactly." Henderson smiled.

Owen kept his eyes closed. He felt as if he was in hell.

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