Sacrificing My Love For You

Sacrificing My Love For You


After taking a shower and changing into some fresh clothes, he left his flat, locking it behind him. He checked his watch, discovering it had just gone ten past nine. His once favourite café would be open.

He decided to start out small, by getting a bacon sandwich, and a small coffee. He hadn’t eaten or drank in over three years. He figured he better take it easy, at least until his stomach readapted to food and liquid intake again. He had no desire to see what he had eaten and drank, again.

Plus he didn’t think Jack would be able to forgive him, or take a repeat of what happened after he had been brought back, when he had first died. He had never seen Jack react so passionately, and it not have anything to do with shagging. He grinned deviously in remembrance.

As he walked into the hub, munching on his bacon sandwich, he thought of how he planned to go out and celebrate after work. Just because he didn’t plan on getting drunk, didn’t mean he couldn’t find some female company for the evening.

He sighed and grinned, he had missed shagging desperately. He was pretty damn certain he would be able to get an erection, seeing as he now had blood flowing through his veins, had a pulse and body heat.

Tonight Owen Harper was determined to get laid, look out ladies of Cardiff, as Doctor Owen Harper was back, live and kicking, and horny as hell, just at the thought of how many women he could do that up and coming evening.

As soon as he entered the hub, he instantly noticed everyone turn to face him. He took a bite out of his sandwich, before taking a sip of his coffee. He then walked over to Jack and said, “We need to talk, now.”

Ianto and Gwen were gaping at him. He turned and smirked at them. He deadpanned “You think you’re shocked. You try bloody being brought to your knees in the early hours of the morning. Try feeling like you was being fried from the inside out.”

He added walking over this his desk, placing his coffee down upon his desk. He sat in his chair and took a bite out of his sandwich. “I passed out from the fucking agony; otherwise I would have been straight here after it happened.”

He continued, after taking another bite. “I woke about seven this morning, at least that’s what time I think it was. Like hell if I would know, I was far to occupied with discovering, I now have body heat, I have breath, salvia. And of course I have a heart beat and a pulse.”

He continued “But most of all, to my complete and utter fucking disbelief, I watched as my broken fingers, along with the cut across my palm, healed right in front of me, in mere seconds.”

He snorted “That’s not all. No, the best part was watching the gunshot wound heal on my chest, without leaving even the smallest of scars behind.”

He took one last bite of his sandwich, before asking “So Jack, care to explain to me, how I went from being a member of the walking dead, back to being very much alive, but with the ability to heal myself without even realising I was doing it in the first place?”

Jack looked over at Tosh, Owen and the others followed his gaze. Owen frowned and asked “What are you looking over at Tosh for, what does she have to do with this?”

Jack replied coolly “She has everything to do with it. All I did was light a couple of candles, and read the text for the ritual used to summon the goddess, who returned your life to you.”

Jack walked over to his desk, and retrieved the large book, along with the amulet. The others walked up to his desk, Tosh a lot slower and a sight more reluctantly.

Jack opened the book to the appropriate page, and handed the amulet to Tosh. Tosh reluctantly took it, as Jack begun to explain what was required to make the ritual complete.

“Two people are needed for it to work. One has to light the candles and arranged them in a circle. Then they have to read the test required.” He added “Another has to wear the amulet. In order to summon the goddess of love, life and death, they must love the person they intend to call the goddess to help. “

He paused, looking at Tosh knowingly. “Their love has to be unconditional, pure, and selfless, and know no bounds, it has to be boundless.” He added “They have to be willing to make an immense self sacrifice.”

Gwen asked “And what sacrifice did Tosh make?” Tosh turned to Gwen, completely and deliberately avoiding making direction eye contact with Owen.

“The sacrifice affects both of us, but me in a much more involved and larger degree.” She continued after a brief pause. “Because Jack was a part of the ritual, the goddess took his inability to die or age, as well as his ability to heal himself.”

She paused again. “Neither I or Owen can die or age. If one of us dies, then so does the other. But like Jack, we will come back, and will be completely healed.”

She added “Our hearing, vision and reflexes have been altered drastically, they’ll be sharper, a lot shaper.” She concluded “If Owen is harmed in anyway, I’ll suffer the same injury, and vice a versa.”

Jack instantly knew she had skipped the part about being able to feel Owen’s emotions, as well as feel everything, both mentally and physically. And of course, she can’t ever love another, only Owen.

Gwen and Ianto had paled, and looked like a mere feather could have knocked them over. Owen on the other hand was looking at Tosh in awed disbelief. He couldn’t believe she had done that for him. He hadn’t exactly been the nicest to her, not even after he died.

“Tosh” he choked out in disbelief. Tosh shook her head, and held up her hand, before telling him “Leave it, Owen. It doesn’t matter. I made my decision, no one forced me. Otherwise you wouldn’t be alive right now, as it wouldn’t have worked.”

She added, sighing wearily “I would appreciate if we didn’t continue to talk about this anymore. What’s done is done, and nothing can change that.” Owen went to protest, but Tosh shook her head again.

“Owen, if you really want to repay me, then start living your life again. Enjoy yourself. Please, do that for me.” She then turned on her heel, and walked off, heading for the kitchen.

Owen felt numb. He let out a shuddering sigh, before turning on his heel. Gwen asked “Where are you going?” Owen replied in an emotionless voice “I’m going down to the autopsy room; I need to be alone, to think.”

Jack, Gwen and Ianto watched as he walked out of sight.