Gwen stumbled out of bed and checked her voicemail. It was Ianto, giving her their location and instructions to meet them there. She immediately tried calling Ianto back, but received no answer. Calls to Tosh, Owen, and even Jack were left unanswered as well. She picked up her comm and stuck it in her ear. "Ianto? Jack? Tosh? Owen? Can anyone hear me?" Nothing. Either something happened to their communications system, or something had happened to the team. Shit.

Gwen hastily threw on some clothing, all the while trying to placate Rhys who did not like the idea of Gwen going out on a Saturday morning. She grabbed for her keys and cursed. Her car was in the shop. She picked up Rhys' keys, and turned back towards the bed.

"Rhys, I'm going to need to borrow your car."

"Oh no you don't. Last time you drove it, you scraped the gears so badly I thought I needed a new transmission."

"Fine," Gwen tossed clothing at Rhys, "you're driving me."

Gwen double-checked the message from Ianto as she surveyed the damaged building. The Torchwood SUV was parked around the corner, so she knew they had to be in there. Oh god, what if they're trapped? She told herself that Jack would be fine, he can bounce back from anything, and if he was in there, than she was sure Ianto and Tosh were alright. Her thoughts turned to Owen. If he was crushed by something…no, she wouldn't let herself think that.

She thanked Rhys for the ride and told him she'd hitch a ride back in the SUV.

"Oi, I don't think so! What if something falls on you?" Rhys got out of the car and followed Gwen into the building.

She soon was happy Rhys had followed her, if only for his brute strength in lifting some of the concrete off of Jack. She knew she was in for a telling off later for dragging Rhys into it, but it wasn't like she honestly had a choice. Besides, if he hadn't followed her, Jack might still be trapped.

She left Rhys with Tosh, under orders to keep her talking and to try to make her more comfortable if he couldn't figure out how to get her out. She had to find Owen.

She found Owen trapped in a pile of rubble. Surprisingly, he seemed relatively alright, other than being stuck under some bricks and a window pane that looked like it was going to fall at any moment and chop off his head. Gwen shifted some of the bricks and straddled Owen to reach the bricks on his other side. If she happened to graze past his crotch, he pretended not to notice, just like she ignored when he rested his hand on her arse.

Gwen was going to have to drag him underneath the falling window. It was the only way, as there was plenty of open space behind the window, but not much room where he was right now. If she hadn't been practically lying on top of him, she wouldn't have fit in there, either.

Gwen crawled down Owen's body with his hands firmly in hers. Once she was beyond the jagged windowpane, she tugged on his hands, gently sliding him down beneath the glass. The glass shattered mere millimeters away from Owen's head. Gwen tried not to think about how close she came to losing him again. Once they were safely out of the way of the fallen glass, she wrapped her arms around Owen and held him close.

"Owen…I…I thought I lost you." Owen patted her back in what he hoped was a soothing manner and let her cling to him. He was fairly certain he was probably being held in a tight grip.

"Nah. Not gonna let a little bit of rubble get me. Look, Gwen, hardly a scratch." He started to stand up and held out a hand for Gwen. "Let's go outside, see if the other's are there."

Gwen stood up, and the two walked out of the building arm-in-arm. If anyone asked, Gwen was just making sure Owen was able to walk on his own. Rhys spared them a glance, but he was too busy supporting Tosh to walk over and check on Gwen. Rhys noticed how when Jack's watch, was that a watch?, went off, Gwen was still clinging to Owen, but Rhys was certain the dead man didn't need any help standing.

The SUV was gone, so Rhys did the gentlemanly thing and offered the team a ride in his small hatchback. Since Tosh was the most injured, it made sense for her to be buckled into the passenger seat while Jack, Ianto, Gwen, and Owen crowded together in the back. What didn't make sense, and what Rhys pretended not to see, was Gwen climbing onto Owen's lap to "give the boys some more room".

Rhys had always wondered about Gwen's relationship with Owen. She would deny up and down that she had ever done anything with Jack, but anytime the subject turned to Owen, Rhys noticed Gwen would always change the subject. He wondered if the only reason Gwen had gone on with the wedding to him was because Owen was now, technically, a dead man. He wondered if he ought to just step aside and let Gwen do what she wanted, but he loved her. He knew from Owen's frequent complaints that the dead man was unable to even get a stiffy, let alone actually do anything, so as far as he was concerned, Gwen could spend as much time with the dead man as she wanted.

Owen wrapped an arm around Gwen's waist to steady her, and he didn't miss the sigh that came out of her lips as he touched her. He glanced at the front seat, and noticed Rhys was paying attention to the road, so he leaned down and lightly bit on Gwen's ear. She squirmed in his lap, and he almost expected to feel an erection starting. Almost. He whispered dirty thoughts into Gwen's ear the entire ride back and he knew if he could feel, he'd feel a wet spot on her jeans. If the fact that after Rhys dropped them all off she ran into the hub muttering about needing to take a shower was anything to go by, he'd definitely say that he still has 'it'.

Jack convinced Rhys to go home somehow, and Owen tended to Tosh's wounds before descending down to the showers. Even though he didn't sweat, he figured cleaning off some of the dirt wouldn't be a bad idea. Besides, Gwen was down in the showers. He might be dead, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate a wet, naked body.

Owen entered the locker room and he could hear the shower going, which meant Gwen was still there. He removed his dusty clothing and tossed them towards a laundry bin. Ianto would, at some point, come and gather all the dirty clothing and make sure it all went to the dry cleaners. He stopped to cover his open wound with a plaster, not wanting to get any water inside his body. He slowly peeled back the shower curtain and climbed in behind Gwen.

Gwen screamed and tried covering herself with her hands. "Relax, Gwen. It's only me," Owen placed his hands on her shoulder, "why so jumpy?" Gwen visibly relaxed and leaned back into Owen.

"Don't know." Owen placed gentle kisses down Gwen's neck, wishing he could taste her. Gwen shivered under his touch, wanting to somehow do more with him. Owen gently took the washcloth from her hand.

"Let's get you cleaned off."