A/N: This one is going to be a rather short chapter. I haven't had a proper functioning computer to use to update, so I'm sorry for the delay.

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The saying goes that there is always a motive behind even the most callus act, that even the most evil of persons had been kind and forgiving at one point in their lives. It is a wide belief that no one is born evil and Gwen Cooper was no exception.

Sitting in the brightly lit cell, hunger gnawing at her insides and running off minimal sleep, Gwen Cooper got to thinking about what exactly had gotten her to where she was now. Looking down at the glass of water that sat next to her, gaining condensation as the time wore on, she wondered if she'd be doing everyone a favor by denying water until dehydration killed her. It would surely be a most difficult death, but wouldn't it be worth it to end her suffering? Hers and her teams?

Her life had been decent. Her parents had loved her, Rhys loved her, hell even the team still cared in one way or another, or she'd have been dead long ago, but just like all the others, she had her problems, and they centered around men...one man in particular.

She had been sixteen and happy and good and honest and kind and lovable and so very innocent. She'd met and fallen in love with Jimmy, three doors down from where she lived. They went to the same school together and to her, they were perfect for each other.

Jimmy wasn't quite as enthused about her pursuits and kindly turned her down, again and again. He was a broken boy and he would not hurt this beautiful, kind girl. He would spare this girl his curse, or so he'd thought.

She was quite persistent and finally wore down his resolve and they dated. Gwen's parents weren't quite as happy about the partnership as she was, but she never listened. Jimmy was her everything. He was from Scotland and his accent appealed to her greatly. They'd moved to Cardiff in order to escape the stigma that followed Jimmy about and Cardiff was far enough away that the rumors couldn't reach them.

Gwen knew nothing about Jimmy...had no idea what she was getting herself into. Jimmy was sick, very very mentally sick, and he'd tried to stop himself. He'd wanted to spare her the pain and agony of his mental breakdown, but she'd never left his side. She'd been with him constantly and the longer he fought the weaker his resolve became and after a year he'd finally lashed out at her.

He'd done horrid things to her, beating her mercilessly and raping her on a daily basis. He screamed at her to bring his Gwen back to him, and no matter how much she'd tried, he would not be convinced of her identity.

It was a hellish week before she was found, half dead and bleeding, lying on the bed gasping for her every breath. They'd taken her to hospital and by some miracle she had lived.

It was years before she met Rhys, but by then she was very sick. Jimmy having made a horrible impact in her life. She wanted a hero, she wanted someone who could save her from herself. Someone with a kind heart that she could feel safe with, and for a time Rhys had been it.

Then she'd met Jack and her thoughts were immediately occupied by him. She wanted him more than she'd wanted Jimmy, more than she wanted Rhys, and she would have him no matter the cost of such an endeavor.

Jack had flirted with her for a time and the more he flirted the happier she was. She was going to get the one man that could keep her happy, safe and loved...and then his attention had shifted. To Ianto.

The anger and jealousy that flared in her mind at the thought was overwhelming and for a time she was in too much shock to realize what was happening. Jack wouldn't break up a happy home and she'd had Rhys so he'd moved on to someone attainable, someone he could give part of his life to with no inhibitions and the more she thought on this the more she hated Rhys.

If Rhys hadn't been with her she could have had her hero, her love...her everything, but Rhys just had to always be there for her and she was sick of it. She wanted to feel safe again, she wanted happy and only Jack could give her happy and if Ianto had to be taken care of for her to have her happy, then so be it.

Then Jack had to go and get pregnant, the bastard. She'd wanted Jack, not some emotional baggage in the form of a fucking kid. Kids were loud, annoying and messy. She wanted nothing to do with kids, she just wanted Jack, was that too much to ask for? So with her resolve strengthened, and her engagement in shambles, she marched on over to Ianto's flat and with a well aimed shot, had killed him. Jack would be hers. She'd made sure of it. Rhys had finally had enough, so he'd dumped her, and now Ianto was dead...no one else would stand in the way of her safety and security.

And then Jack had shot her, and Ianto was alive...couldn't die apparently, just like Jack...probably, and her entire world came crumbling down. She would always be scared and alone now...no one could love her...how could they? She was ruined...garbage...nasty and used.

With that as her final thought, Gwen wept as the lights were turned off, allowing her to sleep.

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"I wonder why she's crying." Tosh said, taking a bite of apple as she continued to watch the CCTV.

"What?" Ianto asked, walking briskly over to the screen and looking down at the woman huddled in on herself. It was dark but he could clearly make out her miserable form.

"Maybe she's realized she's wrong." Owen said hopefully.

"Who knows. I'll go check." Ianto said, making her way to the cells. He would get to the bottom of this and he hoped to do it soon.

Walking into the cell area and turning on the lights he looking into Gwen's cell. Her water was untouched and she was huddled in on herself sobbing.

"Talk to me." Ianto said, taking a seat on the floor as he watched the woman through the glass.

"Just leave me to die."Gwen said and Ianto sighed.

"You know I can't do that. We'll tube feed you if necessary."

"I want to feel safe again...like I did before I met him...Jack was supposed to keep me safe...I'm sorry Ianto...I just wanted to feel safe again." Gwen said and Ianto smiled sadly.

"I've ordered Pizza, it'll be here within the hour, I've brought you a spare set of clothes and your toothbrush. There's a bed in Jack's bunker for you to use."

"Are you...letting me out?" Gwen asked, bewildered.

"You apologized...sincerely apologized for what you did...why wouldn't I hold up my end and let you go?" Ianto asked, confused.

"Because I killed you."

"You had your reasons. Come on, I'll open the door and you can take a shower before pizza gets here, then you can eat and go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."