Guiding Captain Jack Harkness

Guiding Captain Jack Harkness


The next time Owen woke, he was lying on a bed in a room he did not recognise. He should have still been in that chamber slowly decomposing. But no, he was still in one piece and very much free of any kind of decomposing.

He sat up slowly, and cautiously looked around the room for any form of danger. It was when he looked to his left, that he finally saw he wasn’t alone in the bed.

He felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He was lying next to a bloodied Tosh. He hoisted himself up into a kneeling position, and leaned over her. He checked all of her vitals, and was both horrified and anguished to discover there was none. She was dead. He was dismayed to note she was as chilled as him, and her skin, especially her mouth was starting to develop a whitish blue cast.

He continued to scan her body for any kind of injuries that could have killed her. He froze, as he saw her shirt was heavily bloodied. He slowly and gingerly lifted her top, and swore foully under his breath.

He thought to himself, as he trembled in anger and a deep sense of heart break, as his eyes rapidly filled with tears of both heart break and grief ‘God fucking damn it, Tosh. You lied to me. You said you were just in pain from your broken arm and ribs. But no, you were fucking shot, and bleeding to death, as you fucking tried to comfort me and my hysterics’

He realised, that Tosh had been bleeding to death as she had talked to him. He thought back on their last conversation and realised it had been more truthful and appropriate then he had ever thought possible. They had both been about to meet their final end.

He hopped she hadn’t died alone, that someone had been with her. He couldn’t bare it if she had been. At least when he had died, the whole team had been surrounding him.

Just as he was about to get up and search his surroundings, the door to the bedroom opened. He quickly got off of the bed and stood in a defensive position. He growled “Who the fuck are the two you, and why am I and my friend here?”

He added “What use could you possibly want with us. I’m already dead, and should have still been inside of that containment chamber decomposing.” He gestured almost violently to Tosh. “And Tosh, what use is she, she even more dead then I am, dead in the truest sense. At least I can talk and move. She can’t even do that.”

The man and woman who had entered the room, they were dressed in long flowing robes of velvet. The woman, she was dressed in gold, and the man in silver. On the front of her robes, embroidered, there was a silver rose, and golden rose on the front of his.

Owen noted they were each carrying a robe in the same colour of their own. He asked “So, I’ll ask again, why are we here. And where is here?” He slowly made his way towards the bed again, backing away slowly, not once removing his gaze from the two at the door.

The man and woman walked into the room. They draped the robes over the nearest chair. They then turned to reface Owen. The woman said, “We’ll reveal all to you just as soon as we’ve healed the two of you. We mean neither of you any harm, we only wish to heal you of your injuries and return your lives to you.”

Owen frowned at this. The man said, “Please lie back on the bed, and take her hand in your own. You both need physical contact for what we are going to do next. You won’t feel a thing. You shall be placed into a deep sleep, which we shall wake you from when the process is completed.”

Owen very reluctantly did as he was told. He lay back, and reached out and took Tosh’s ice cold hand in his, and gave it a brief squeeze. He then lay and waited to see what would happen next.

He didn’t have to wait long. The woman waked over to the bed, in what could almost be considered a smooth gliding motion. She leaned forward and placed her small and delicate hand upon his forehead. She smiled warmly at him, and whispered soothingly “Sleep, all shall be well when you awaken, I promise.”

Owen felt his eyes fluttering, as a sudden and overwhelming drowsiness overwhelmed his senses. Seconds later he was completely on conscious.